INTRO: Bm Dm G C D..Dm G C

#1.
           F
First your mama and your papa sent you to the 
       C
finest school.
      F
Never let it be said that their little darling 
      C
was a fool.
       F                         G
With a credit card and your good name, your're 
C                        F             Dm
drawn like a moth to the flame..to the people of 
                                           G
the night where you more or less lost your cool.

#2.
              C                F
Yeah, you had 20/20 vision and still you were 
               C
walking around blind.
C                                  F
Yes, and whether right or wrong, I still tag along 
  C
behind.
           F                   G          C
But you're flying too high for me, and if this is 
                F
how it's got to be.
          Dm                                 G
Then it's time to say, you go your way, I go mine.
G
It's been a gas, but I'm gonna have to pass.

CHORUS:
Dm            C  G       C                Am
These are not my people..these are not my people.
               Dm              G                C
Looks like the end, my friend..gonna get in the wind, 

my friend.

#3.
C                              F
You find yourself naked in the world with no place 
   C
to hide.
C                               F               C
Then you felt the pulse of your mind and it had died.
            F                       G          
And all you rebels that have got no cause, and all 
    C                       F
you tigers that have got no claws.
     Dm
They promise you the world on a string, but you know 
     G
they lied.

#4.
G         F                                      C
Yeah, you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac limousine.
C                                      F        C
But I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean.
               F                  G                C
Cause when you fall down off your cloud and you're just 
                    F
another face in the crowd.
              Dm                                 G
They're gonna throw you away like last weeks magazines..
G
party pals and socialable gals.


CHORUS:
Dm            C  G       C                Am
These are not my people..these are not my people.
               Dm              G                C
Looks like the end, my friend..gonna get in the wind, 

my friend.

OUTRO:
Am             Dm              G     Dm         C
Looks like the end, my friend..gotta get in the wind, my 
Am
friend.
Am             Dm              G                C
Looks like the end, my friend..gonna get in the wind, my