Standard (EADGBE)
I'm tired of lickin' them boots that been-a-kickin' me!
Sick of them sour grapes they keep-a pickin' me!
Set loose your wings, cut the strings of your puppeteers
Freedom begins, baby, between your ears
Reach for the sky
You do not have to buy what they been advertisin'
Not when you're mile high and risin'!
Opened my eyes to the lies that'd been a-trickin' me!
Cut all the horns, pulled the thorns that'd been-stickin' me!
.....my, my you're mile high and risin'
Interlude/solo chords (????):
If you got the feelin' what they're dealin'
got you livin' under way too low a ceiling...
Cut through your doom and your gloom
c'mon and grab yourself some headroom!
Set loose your wings, cut the strings of your puppeteers
Freedom begins, baby, between your ears
Reach for the sky
You do not have to buy what they been advertisin'
Not when you're mile high and risin'!