Slip Slidin' Away
Paul Simon (1977)
|  | G | Em | 
| Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding a | way | 
|  | G | D | C | D | G | 
| You know the | near your desti | nation, the | more you slip | sliding a | way | 
  
|  | Em | G | 
| Whoah and I know a | man, he came from my | hometown. | 
|  | C | D | C | C7 | 
| He wore his | passion for his | woman like a thorny | crown. |  | 
|  | G | Em | 
| He said | Dolores, I live in | fear. | 
|  | G | D | C | D | G | 
| My love for | you's so over | powering, I'm | afraid that I | will dis | appear. | 
|  | G | Em | 
| Slip sliding a | way, slip sliding a | way! | 
|  | G | D | C | D | G | 
| You know the | near your desti | nation, the | more you slip | sliding a | way. | 
  
| I know a woman, (who) became a wife; |  | 
| These are the very words she uses to describe her life. |  | 
| She said a good day ain't got no rain |  | 
| She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed; And I think of things that might have been |  | 
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |  | 
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |  | 
  
| And I know a father who had a son. |  | 
| He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done. |  | 
| He came a long way just to explain; |  | 
| He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping, Then he turned around and he headed home again |  | 
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |  | 
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |  | 
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |  | 
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |  | 
  
| Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan. |  | 
| The information's unavailable to the mortal man. |  | 
| We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay. |  | 
| Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away. |  | 
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |  | 
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |  | 
| Slip sliding away, slip sliding away. |  | 
| You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away. |  | 
  
 
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