{t: Sitting By The Fire}
{st: Written by Gordon Haskell, tabbed by checkman@math.gatech.edu}

{c: Great song. Hit that low E-string during the chorus. (If you know the song,}
{c: you know what I mean.)}

We're [Am]living in a world that's full of mystery, 
[Em]No one really knows the score.
Yet [Am]all you have to do is look back in history,
To [Em]know who's knocking on your door.
But if [G]only I was really sure
Where to [D]go and what we're all living for,
Then [G]I'd know what to do, 
And send the [D]answers to your questions through to you.

{soc}
	Yeah, [Am]sittin' by the fire, still [Bm]kinda makes me [Am]blue, [Em]
	And as the [Am]flame grows higher, I [Bm]look for something [Am]new. [Em]
	Yeah, [Am]sittin' by the fire, still [Bm]kinda makes me [Am]blue, [Em]
	And as the [Am]flame grows higher, I [Bm]look for something [Am]new. [Em]
{eoc}

[Am]Bishops and kings and knights and castles,
[Em]Ruling all the games we play.
Are the [Am]pawns but the meek we read of in the Bible,
[Em]Waiting for the Judgement Day.
And if [G]pawns we are, I think it's time 
We [D]changed the pieces 'round, you know,
So I [G]told you so though I knew, 
You [D]didn't really want to go.


{c: Chorus}

Yeah, [Am]dozens of religions, none are any of mine, 
But [Em]none of them are right or wrong.
But [Am]difference of opinion all about religion
[Em]Brings about a thunderstorm.
No, it [G]makes me laugh, it makes me crease 
And [D]really want to rock and roll,
'Cos I [G]saw the guy who said,
Who said he had comp[D]lete control.


{c: Chorus}