Prettiest Eyes

My acoustic version of this superb song make sure to stick the capo     on the second fret and listen for the timings and pauses used     throughout                  IF YOU LIKED IT                                   RATE IT !    - flatwound -                             PRETTIEST EYES                         **** CAPO 2nd FRET ****  * RIFF *  Played at *RIFF* markings also as intro                             e|--2-----0--2--------0--2-------0--2-----2--0--|    B|--3--3--------3--3--------3--3-------3--------|    G|--2-------------------------------------------|    D|----------------------------------------------|    A|----------------------------------------------|    E|----------------------------------------------| Line one   Is the time   That  you   You first stayed over at mine And we drank our first bottle of wine         And we cried Two    We’re away   And we both  We both had nowhere to stay Well the bus shelters always okay          When you’re young   Now you’re older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case      That you die      Just take a look at these crows feet Just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty twentyfifth of Decembers   Fiftynine Fourth of July’s Not through the age or the failure children Not through the hate or despise Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes  *RIFF* Line three   I forget   But I think   I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg         Nevermind Four  In a park And the things   The things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart       Then we did   Now you’re older and I look at your face Every wrinkle is so easy to place And I only write them down just in case      You should die     Just take a look at these crows feet Just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes Sixty twentyfifth of Decembers   Fiftynine Fourth of July’s You can’t have too many good times children You can’t have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet Sitting on the prettiest eyes  *RIFF* Well my eyes look like a map  Of the town And my teeth are either yellow   Or they’re brown But you’ll never hear the crack of a frown  when you are here                                                                You’ll never hear the crack   Of frown    Of frown    Of frown