Little Wing
Jimi Hendrix, 1967
Em
Em
G
G
Am
Am
Em
7
Em
7
Bm
Bbm7
Am
C
F
C
D
D
(D)
(D)
(D)
Well she's walkin', through the clouds,
With a circus mind, that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams, and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about, riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free.
It's alright; she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me, anything, anything.
Fly on little wing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing.