[Intro]

When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

( Am  Am/G  Am/F  Am/E )

Am       Am/G  Am/F   Am/E
Can you give me sanctuary
Am       Am/G  Am/F    Am/E
I must find a place to hide
Am          Dm7  E7   Am
A place for me   to  hide

( Am  Am/G  Am/F  Am/E )
( Am  Am/G  Am/F  Am/E )

Am       Am/G   Am/F   Am/E
Can you find me soft asylum
Am       Am/G  Am/F   Am/E
I can't make it   anymore
Am         Dm7  E7   Am
The Man is at  the  door

( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7 )
( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7 )
( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7  Am7+ )

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
Peppermint,  miniskirts,     chocolate     candy

( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7  Am7+ )

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
Champion  sax  and  a        girl    named    Sandy

( Gm7  G#m7  Am7  A#m7  Am7  G#m7  Am7+ )

[Solo] A#m7  B#7  G#  Fm7  F#  C#  B#7

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
There's only four ways to    get         unraveled
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7  Am7+
One  is  to sleep and the    other    is     travel,   da da
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
One    is    a   bandit      up   in   the   hills
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7
One   is   to  love   your   neighbor   'till
His wife gets home

( C  Dm7  Em7  F )
( C  F  Em7  Dm7 )

C     Dm7     Em7     F
Catacombs,   nursery bones
C       F        Em7      Dm7
Winter women,   growing stones
C         Dm7   Em7  F         
Carrying babies   to the river

( C  F  Em7  Dm7 )

C            Dm7    Em7   F
Streets and shoes,  Avenues
C         F       Em7     Dm7
Letter writers,  Selling news

( C  Dm7  Em7  F )
( C  F  Em7  Dm7 )

C          Dm7    Em
The monk  bought lunch

Em
Ha ha, he bought a little
Em
Yes, he did
Em
Woo!
Em
This is the best part of the trip
Em
This is the trip, the best part
Em
I really like
Em
What'd he say?

Em
Yeah!
Em
Yeah, right!
Em
Pretty good, huh
Em
Huh!
Em
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Em
Successful hills are here to stay
A               Em
Everything must be this way
Em
Gentle streets where people play
A              Em
Welcome to the Soft Parade
A                Em
All our lives we sweat and save
B                Em
Building for a shallow grave
A                 Em
Must be something else we say
B            Em
Somehow to defend this place
A               Em
Everything must be this way
B               Em
Everything must be this way, yeah

Em
The Soft Parade has now begun
A             Em
Listen to the engines hum
Em
People out to have some fun
A              B
A cobra on my left
B              Em
Leopard on my right, yeah

Em
The deer woman in a silk dress
A                  Em
Girls with beads around their necks
Em
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
          A
Who has wrestled before
B                  Em
With lions in the night

Em
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs

Em
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe
Sailors
To the underfed

Em 
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, come on

Em
Calling on the dogs
Calling on the dogs
Oh, it's getting harder, (Calling on the dogs)
Calling in the dogs
Calling all the dogs
Calling on the gods

Em
You got to meet me,  (Too late, baby)
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads,  (Too late)
All in the yard
But it's getting harder,  (By the crossroads)

Em
You got to meet me
Oh, we're going, we're going great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure

Em
Having a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I

Em
We need someone new
Something new
Something else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure

Em
We're going to ride and have some fun
When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry