[Intro     ]F#    F#m    Db    Ab7    F7    Bb7    Eb    Ab7     

Db         Bbm          Ebm        F#      D    Bbm      A   Bbm 
We haven?t got a penny, we haven?t any money at all 
          A       Fdim   G#7             Fm7     Adim       Ab7 
But we're rich as millionaires, cause we haven?t worries or cares 
Db                          Ebm                    Db      C      Db   
We're just two tumble weeds, that keep on tumbling along 
       Fm               C       Fm      E       Ab 
On the highways, on the byways, we're singing a song 


[Refrão]

Db    Fm            Ab7             Db     F#                Ab       Bb7 
Free, everything we have in life is free, things we couldn?t buy with LSD  (i.e. pounds, shillings, pence) 
Ebm              Ab7               Db       Ab     
Someone put them there for you and me  
Db  A7 Ab7                       Db     F#            Fm7               Bb7 
Free, who would pay to hear a symphony, listen to the song birds in the trees 
F#                Ab        Db      Ddim    Ebm     Ab   
Song birds sing a lovely melody 

Ebm           Ab             Db         Ab                       Db 
We?ve got the arches and the alleys, to shelter us from winter?s cold 
Ebm           F                   Bbm          Ebm       Ab            Ab7 
We?ve got the green hills and the valleys when summer is spreading the gold 

Db    Ab                           Db   F#          Fm7           B7 
Free, no one could be luckier than we, nature never had a lock or key 
F#             Ab              Db       Ab     
Isn?t that the way it ought to be 

(talked over the Chorus chords)    Db       Fm     Ab7     Db      F#    Ab    Bb7      Ebm      Ab     Db      
 Ab      Db    A7    Ab7       Db       F#     Fm7    Bb7       F#    Ab    Db   Ddim    Ebm    Ab   

I  listen to the patter of the rain drops, and over the twilight, and the song that the birds make 
The rainbow, with his divine chord of colour harmony 
Giving promise of sunshine to come, and the sun bursting through 
Is a strain of glory, turning a world of blue harmonies into a beautiful golden rhapsody 



Ebm           Ab             Db         Ab                       Db 
We?ve got the arches and the alleys, to shelter us from winter?s cold 
Ebm           F                   Bbm          Ebm       Ab            Ab7 
We?ve got the green hills and the valleys when summer is spreading the gold 
Db    Ab                           Db  F#           Fm7           B7 
Free, no one could be luckier than we, nature never had a lock or key 
F#             Ab              Db 
Isn?t that the way it ought to be 
      F#7           Db 
We're saying, just free