Pretty golden hair chords and lyrics - AL STEWART

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Born [G]in England's
pleasant green
Like a pic[F]ture [C]postcard [G]scene
To childhood spread
[F]with fond maternal [G]care
From the [F]day that he was born
Proud rela[C]tions came to fawn
And [G]compliment his [F]pretty
[G]golden [F]hair[G]

[Verse 2]
In [G]boyhood sent away
To a board[F]ing [C]school [G]to stay
Its crumbling proud tra
[F]ditions [C]forced to [G]bear
And his [F]friends in this new world
Said he [C]looks more like a girl
With [G]those blue eyes [F]and pretty
[G]golden [F]hair[G]

[Verse 3]
[G]Fades secluded youth
Into man[F]hood's [C]search
[G]for truth
His mother's eyes now
[F]wet [C]had turned [G]to stare
For he said [F]I must be bound
This [C]day for London town
For [G]I believe my f[F]ortune's
[C]waiting [G]there[F][G]

[Verse 4]
So like [G]an eager cutting knife
[F]He plunged in [C]a new life
[G]Oh never known be
[F]forehand [C]any[G]where
And the [F]thought that he might trip
In his [C]ignorance and slip
Never struck [G]beneath his
[F]pretty [G]golden hair
[F]Ah

[Verse 5]
[G]the days soon grew thin
And [F]boredom fast set [G]in
His job was thrown [F]away [C]without [G]a care
For a man [F]who softly said
You'll earn [C]twice as much instead
With [G]those blue eyes [F]and pretty
[C]golden [G]hai[F]r[G]

[Verse 6]
Well [G]London town possessed
Of [F]many [C]a tempter's [G]nest
And thus he fell with [F]scarce an[C]other [G]care
As so [F]easily he slipped
[C]Into prostitution's grip
[G]Foundationed by his pre[F]tty
golden [G]hair[F]
[G]

[Verse 7]
Ah but the [Gm]years quickly flew
And [F]his mind [C]slowly [Gm]grew
From early freedom [F]into deep [C]despair
[Gm]As the money[F] ceased to roll
[C]A tired and lonely soul
Poured [Gm]curses on his [F]pretty
[C]golden [Gm]hair[Bb][Gm]

[Verse 8]
Ah the [Gm]years stole their time
Now the [F]living's [C]hard to [Gm]find
And early friends have [F]vanished
[C]in [Gm]the air
And the [F]gay parties's ease
Changed to [C]public lavatories
[Gm]Have turned to grey his [F]pretty
[C]golden [Gm]hair[Bb][Gm][Bb]

[Verse 9]
Oh his [G]life was only used
And his [F]body just ab[G]used
By those who never [F]think and [C]never [G]care
But though his [F]file said suicide
No, that [C]wasn't why he died
It was [G]murder by his [F]pretty [C]golden [G]hair
[F][G]