One White Duck chords by Jethro Tull

Verse 1:
           B                               E     F#
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
               B
And there's a note on the telephone
            E     F#
Some roses on a tray.
E                    F#        B              G#m
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,
E                F#
As I pull on my old wings
B          F#           G#m
One white duck on your wall.
          D              C#m
Isn't it just too damn real?
                       F#  C#m E
One white duck on your w-a-a-l-l.

Verse 2:
              B
I'll catch a ride on your violin
         E        F#
Strung upon your bow.
           B
And I'll float on your melody
                   E       F#
Sing your chorus soft and low.
E                       F#      B               G#m
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
E                      F#        B         F#           G#m
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall.
         D              C#m
Isn't it just too damn real?
                       F#  C#m E
One white duck on your w-a-a-l-l.
                 F#  C#m E
One duck on your w-a-a-l-l.

Verse 3:
B                     E         B
So fly away Peter and fly away Paul
          B           E          F#
From the finger-tip ledge of contentment.
     B                       E                  B
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
         E                   F#              B
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.

Verse 4:
B                            E          B
Something must be wrong with me and my brain
B                E      F#
If I'm so patently unrewarding.
          B                         E              B
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
        E                     F#                    B
And my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all.

Verse 5:
 B                                          E           B
There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
B              E         F#
I'm available for consultation,
         B                   E           B
But remember your way in is also my way out,
B           E                   E        B
And love's four-letter word is no compensation.

Verse 6:
  B                                          E         B
Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates
B                          E            F#
So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
             B                      E              B
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
        E                        F#                            B