Brass Buttons

Intro B  F#m 



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My mind was young and than it grew 
F#m               B         E 
My thoughts known only by a few 
E                B          A              F#       F#m 
A dream much too real to be leaned against too long 
F#m         B                 E    A  E 
And all the time I guess she knew 



E     F#m             B                 E 
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes 
     F#m             B                 E 
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues 
    F#m      B         E   A  E  F#m 
Uhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh hmmmmmm 

F#m          B                  E   A  E  F#m 
My mind was young and then it grew 
F#m                B         E 
My thoughts known only by a few 
    F#m        B       E   A E 
Uhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh hmmmmmm