Em
Well these days I'm spread so thin
            D
I'm getting carried up by the wind
                   Am
Every time you get high
          G               D
You might see me floating by

     Em
Well so long old bean
                  D
it's been a dream being with you
                    Am
I couldn't tell us apart
            G             D
oh and I know neither could you

G     Bm    Am D
Don't tread on me
         G        Bm
When you float downstream
     Am  D
on a moonbeam
Em7   G    D   G  (slide  e-string 3rd - 5th fret)
Soooo  long old bean
Em7   G    D   G
Soooo  long old bean

Here comes the Mapinguari singing awww
when's there gonna be an end to wondering
when all of our troubles are gonna end 'cause
we've had our fill of finding our empty pockets
emptier still and there probably won't be
an end to that my friends

Now that my tralala's are dating
little sips of the Hollywood bowl
they mute up my mind
how kind of them to mellow mellow mellow my soul
well they're the gambling kind
as smooth as a tuba' ass on the dole
money never beats soul
how noble

Don't forget me
when you float downstream
on a moonbeam

So long old bean
So long old bean


Em7   Bm    Am       C      Am
I'm    the   little   fire   fly
D       C    G
landing on   you


by shmortisborg