Sweet Young Thing

  Sweet Young Thing
  (Gerry Goffin, Carole King, Michael Nesmith)


  (fiddle)                                                        | G | G | G | G |
                                          ...I                    | G | G | G | G |       

  know that something very strange has    | G | G |
  happened to my brain. I'm                               | G | G |
  either feeling very good or                     | G | G |
  else I am insane. The                           | G | G |
  seeds of doubt you planted have         | F | F  |
  started to grow wild, and I                     | G | G |
  feel that I must yield before the               | F | F  |
  wisdom of a child.  And it's                    | C | D | D |           

  love you bring, no,                                     | G7 | G7 |
  that I can't deny.                                      | G7 | G7 |
  With your wings,                                        | F7  | F7 |
  I can learn to fly, Sweet Young         | F7  | F7 |
  Thing.                                                  | G   | G   | G  | G  | 

                                                  (2nd vocal part: "Sweet Young 
  Thing"...)      
  People try to talk to me, their         | G | G |
  words are ugly sounds. But                      | G | G |
  I resist all their attempts to                  | G | G |
  try and bring me down.                          | G | G |
  Turned on to the sunset like I've               | F | F  |
  never been before, how I                                | G | G |
  listen for your footsteps and your              | F | F  |
  knock upon the door.  And it's                  | C | D | D |  (end of 
  2nd vocal part) 
  love you bring, no,                                     | G7 | G7 |
  that I can't deny.                                      | G7 | G7 |
  With your wings,                                        | F7  | F7 |
  I can learn to fly, Sweet Young         | F7  | F7 |
  Thing.                                          | G | G | G | G |               

  (fiddle solo)                                   | G | G | G | G |
                                                          | G | G | G | G |
                                                          | G | G | G | G |
                          ...And it's             | G | G | G | G |       (echo)

  love you bring, with                    | G7 | G7 |
  dreams of bluer skies. And the          | G7 | G7 |
  morning sings, when I                   | F7  | F7 |
  see it in your eye, Sweet Young | F7  | F7 |
  Thing.                                          | G | G | G | G |
  Sweet Young Thing.                              | G | G | F?  | F?  |