Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Sometimes, late, when things are real, Gmaj7 Cmaj7 And people share the gift of gab between themselves, Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Some are quick to take the bait, and catch... Gmaj7 Cmaj7 The perfect prize that waits among the shells Chorus: Am7 Bm7 But, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man Am7 Bm7 That he didn't, didn't already have Am7 Bm7 And Cause never was the reason for the evening Am7 Bm7 Or the tropic of Sir Galahad. D So please believe in me. When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain bright color Image going down, down, down, down Soapsuds green like bubbles Chorus: Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And Cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain bright color Image going down, down, down, down Soapsuds green like bubbles Chorus: No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didn't, didn't already have And Cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm7 Bm7 Cmaj7 D Gmaj7 |