The Soft Parade

	  		Intro 

When I was back there in seminary school 
There was a person there 
Who put forth the proposition 
That you can petition the Lord with prayer 
Petition the lord with prayer 
Petition the lord with prayer 
You cannot petition the lord with prayer! 

( Am  Am/G  Am/F  Am/E ) 

Am       Am/G  Am/F   Am/E 
Can you give me sanctuary 
Am       Am/G  Am/F    Am/E 
I must find a place to hide 
Am          Dm7  E7   Am 
A place for me   to  hide 

( Am  Am/G  Am/F  Am/E ) 
( Am  Am/G  Am/F  Am/E ) 

Am       Am/G   Am/F   Am/E 
Can you find me soft asylum 
Am       Am/G  Am/F   Am/E 
I can't make it   anymore 
Am         Dm7  E7   Am 
The Man is at  the  door 

( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7 ) 
( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7 ) 
( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7  Am7+ ) 

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 
Peppermint,  miniskirts,     chocolate     candy 

( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7  Am7+ ) 

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 
Champion  sax  and  a        girl    named    Sandy 

( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7  Am7+ ) 

Solo A#m7  C7  G#  Fm7  F#  C#  C7 

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 
There's only four ways to    get         unraveled 
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7  Am7+ 
One  is  to sleep and the    other    is     travel,   da da 
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 
One    is    a   bandit      up   in   the   hills 
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 
One   is   to  love   your   neighbor   'till 
His wife gets home 

( C  Dm7  Em7  F ) 
( C  F  Em7  Dm7 ) 

C     Dm7     Em7     F 
Catacombs,   nursery bones 
C       F        Em7      Dm7 
Winter women,   growing stones 
C         Dm7   Em7  F          
Carrying babies   to the river 

( C  F  Em7  Dm7 ) 

C            Dm7    Em7   F 
Streets and shoes,  Avenues 
C         F       Em7     Dm7 
Letter writers,  Selling news 

( C  Dm7  Em7  F ) 
( C  F  Em7  Dm7 ) 

C          Dm7    Em 
The monk  bought lunch 

Em 
Ha ha, he bought a little 
Em 
Yes, he did 
Em 
Woo! 
Em 
This is the best part of the trip 
Em 
This is the trip, the best part 
Em 
I really like 
Em 
What'd he say? 

Em 
Yeah! 
Em 
Yeah, right! 
Em 
Pretty good, huh 
Em 
Huh! 
Em 
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number 

Em 
Successful hills are here to stay 
A               Em 
Everything must be this way 
Em 
Gentle streets where people play 
A              Em 
Welcome to the Soft Parade 
A                Em 
All our lives we sweat and save 
B                Em 
Building for a shallow grave 
A                 Em 
Must be something else we say 
B            Em 
Somehow to defend this place 
A               Em 
Everything must be this way 
B               Em 
Everything must be this way, yeah 

Em 
The Soft Parade has now begun 
A             Em 
Listen to the engines hum 
Em 
People out to have some fun 
A              B 
A cobra on my left 
B              Em 
Leopard on my right, yeah 

Em 
The deer woman in a silk dress 
A                  Em 
Girls with beads around their necks 
Em 
Kiss the hunter of the green vest 
          A 
Who has wrestled before 
B                  Em 
With lions in the night 

Em 
Out of sight! 
The lights are getting brighter 
The radio is moaning 
Calling to the dogs 

Em 
There are still a few animals 
Left out in the yard 
But it's getting harder 
To describe 
Sailors 
To the underfed 

Em  
Tropic corridor 
Tropic treasure 
What got us this far 
To this mild equator? 
We need someone or something new 
Something else to get us through, yeah, come on 

Em 
Calling on the dogs 
Calling on the dogs 
Oh, it's getting harder, (Calling on the dogs) 
Calling in the dogs 
Calling all the dogs 
Calling on the gods 

Em 
You got to meet me,  (Too late, baby) 
Slay a few animals 
At the crossroads,  (Too late) 
All in the yard 
But it's getting harder,  (By the crossroads) 

Em 
You got to meet me 
Oh, we're going, we're going great 
At the edge of town 
Tropic corridor 
Tropic treasure 

Em 
Having a good time 
Got to come along 
What got us this far 
To this mild equator? 
Outskirts of the city 
You and I 

Em 
We need someone new 
Something new 
Something else to get us through 
Better bring your gun 
Better bring your gun 
Tropic corridor 
Tropic treasure 

Em 
We're going to ride and have some fun 
When all else fails 
We can whip the horse's eyes 
And make them sleep 
And cry