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Cassidy                                            

Weir/Barlow
                                         
 E                                                   A                                                                                
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.                      
 E                                                 A                           
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream                            
 Em7                       Am7                               
Ah, child of countless trees.                                                   
 Em7                      Am7                                                    
Ah, child of boundless seas                                                     
 Fm                              A                                                      
What you are; what you're meant to be                                           
 Fm                                    A                
Speaks his name, though you were born to me                                     
 Fm            E                                    
Born to me, Cassidy                                                                                                                                                              

                                
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac 
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back                             
Come wash the nightime clean.                                                   
Come grow the scorched ground green.                                            
                                                                                
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.                                              
Close the gap of the dark years in between                                      
You and me, Cassidy.                                                            

 A                 E                                                               
Quick beats in an icy heart                                                     
 A                 E                                                            
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart                                                  
 A                     E                                                            
There he goes and how here she starts                                           
 E         B                                                     
Hear her cry                                                                    
 F#m7-E-B                                                              
        Flight of the sea-birds                                                         
 F#m7-E-B                                                 
        Scattered like the lost words                                                   
 B                 A    E                                             
Wheel to the storm and fly

Bridge:

 E A E A
 Em7 Am Em7 Am
 F#m A F#m A E    

                                                  
 E                                                        A                  
Faring thee well, now  let your life proceed by it's own design                 
 E                                                         A                           
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.                
 E                                                      A                                  
Faring thee well now, let you life proceed by it's own design                                                                
 E                                                       A
Faring the well now, let the words be yours I'm done with mine 
                                           
Song ends with a jam in E                                                       

(from Ace by Bob Weir, 1972)