D    Dmaj7    D7    G
D      A      D     Dsus2

[Verse]
D                  Dmaj7
  Rock-a-bye baby       on the treetop
D7                       G
    When the wind blows    the cradle will rock
   D       A
Oh babe,    hate to see you fall that way
Bm                                A    G
  Better speak to the Powers That Be today

[Chorus]
D                                  A
 Hey Joe where you goin' with that  gun in your hand?
        Bm                            A          G
You can take your revenge, but you'll still feel bad
               D                                    A
There must be   more to life than Lucky Strikes and some unlucky ones,
Em                G         D           Dsus2
Folded flags and pipes and drums

[Verse]
D                                    Dmaj7
  I stood in the wings with you, our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor
D7                                  G
Held on the high ground of some big stage
   D                  A
Oh babe, how do these jaded stars get so far away?
Bm                               A      G
  Will they catch what the other actors say?

[Chorus]
D                                  A
 Hey Joe where you goin' with that dogma in your head?
        Bm                                   A        G
You can prove your point but your kids will still be dead
D                                  A
 Bring down the curtain, this soap opera must surely close
Em           G          D       Dsus2
 Before the cold wind blows

[Instrumental]
D    Dmaj7    D7    G
D      A      D     D7

[Chorus]
G                                  D                 D  C
 Hey Joe where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
 D      G                                        D
You can take your revenge, but you'll still feel bad
Em               A        Em                  A
  Bring down the curtain,   this show must close
F#m           Fm        Em
   Before the cold wind blows

[Outro]
D                    Dmaj7
  So rock-a-bye babe     on the treetop
              D7                    G
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
              D                                    A
There must be  more to life than Lucky Strikes and some unlucky ones,
Bm               Dm        E
Folded flags and pipes and drums