Crosby Stills Nash - 4+20 Tabs

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			               4 + 20

     Notes:

     In a video I saw Stills play this using just his thumb and index finger;
     with the thumb striking the 4th and 6th strings and the index finger
     everywhere else.

     Structure of the tune:

	1 - Intro
	2 - Verse
	Repeat 1
	Repeat 2
	Repeat 1
	Repeat 2

     I have tried to be as accurate as possible with respect to the rhythm bars
     (the notes between the bars being struck on the up beat), no guarantees.

     Two variations of  are:

	|--------4--------------|	|--------------4-----------|
	|--2--0--------5--------|	|--2--0--5--0-----5--------|
     |--------------------0--|	|-----------------------0--|
	|-----------------0-----|	|--------------------------|
	|-----------------------|	|--------------------------|
	|--0--------0-----------|	|--0-----------0-----0-----|
	   |__|_____|_____|		   |_____|_____|_____|


Have fun,

Ben


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NOTATION:
	!  - Vibrato.
	// - Pick 1st note and slide to 2nd note.
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Intro:
      E |----------7--------------|-----5--------------|
      B |----------------9--------|-----------7--------|
      E |----------------------0--|-----------------0--|
      E |-------------------0-----|--------------0-----|
      B |-------------------------|--------------------|
      E |-------0-----0-----------|--0-----0-----------|
		|__|__|_____|	     |__|__|_____|

	|-------4-----------------|-----------4--------------|
	|-------------------5-----|--2--0-----------5--------|
	|-------------0-----------|-----------------------0--|
	|----------0--------------|--------------------0-----|
	|-------------------------|--------------------------|
	|-------0--------0-----0--|--0-----0-----0-----------|
		|__|_____|_____|     |_____|_____|_____|


Verse:
	||-------7-----------------|	    |--5-----------------|
	||-------------------9-----|	    |--------------7-----|
   	||o------------0-----------|     |--------0-----------|
	||o---------0--------------|	    |-----0--------------|
	||-------------------------|	    |--------------------|
	||-------0--------0-----0--|	    |--0--------0-----0--|
		 |__|_____|_____|	       |__|_____|_____|

	|-------4-----------------|	   |-----------4--------------||
	|-------------------5-----|	   |--2--0-----------5--------||
   	|-------------0-----------|     |-----------------------0-o|| (x2)
	|----------0--------------|	   |--------------------0----o||
	|-------------------------|	   |--------------------------||
	|-------0--------0-----0--|	   |--0-----0-----0-----------||
		|__|_____|_____|	      |_____|_____|_____|

	||-------------------0-----|	    |--------------0--------|
	||-------0-----------------|	    |--0--------------------|
   	||o------------3-----------|     |--------5-----------0--|
	||o---------0--------------|	    |-----0-----------0-----|
	||-------------------------|	    |-----------------------|
	||-------3--------3-----3--|	    |--5--------5-----------|
		 |__|_____|_____|	       |__|_____|_____|

	|-------10!-------10!----------------|---10!-------10!-----------||
	|------------12!----------12!--------|--------12!----------------||
   	|---------------------------------0--|------------------------0-o|| (x2)
	|------------------------------0-----|---------------------0----o||
	|------------------------------------|---------------------------||
	|--------0-------------0-------------|----0-------------0--------||
		 |____|________|_______|	  |____|________|__|

	|-----------10!---|
	|-----------------|
   	|-----------------|
	|-----------------|
	|-----------------|
	|--------0--------|
		 |	|
		 \______/ (4 beats)

	       |E			    |
		Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
		       |		    |
		    the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
		      |G 	     |A
		He was tired of bein' poor,
			  |G	       	      |A
		    and he wasn't into sellin' door to door,
			  |G		   	      |A |
		    and he worked like the devil to be more.

		A different kind of poverty now upsets me so;
		    night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know,
		    why am I so alone?
		Where is my woman, can I bring her home?
		Have I driven her away?  Is she gone?

		Morning comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.
		I see it is empty and there's devils in my head.
		I embrace the many-colored beast.
		I grow weary of the torment can there be no peace?
		And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.

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