Wasn't Born To Follow
Carol King & Gerry Goffin / the Byrds: The Notorious Byrd Brothers (1968)
|  | D | G | D | G | 
| Oh I'd | rather go and | journey where the | diamond crests are | flowing and | 
|  | D | G | D | G | 
|  | Run across the | valley be | neath the sacred | mountains | 
|  | A | 
| and | Wander through the forest | 
|  | G | 
| Where the | trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in colors | 
|  | A | D |  | G |  | D |  | G | 
| That | no-one knows the | names of. |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | D | G | D | G | 
| And | when it's time I'll | go and wait bes | ide a legend | ary fountain | 
|  | D | G | D | G | 
|  | Till I see your | form reflected | in it's clear and | jeweled water | 
|  | A | 
| And | if you think I'm ready | 
|  | G | 
| You may | lead me to the castles where the rivers of our vision | 
|  | A | D |  | G |  | D |  | G | 
| Flow | into one an | other. |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | | | A | / / / | / / / / | . . . | | | | : | G |  | D | :| | G | 
|  | | |  | (solo) | | |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
|  | D | G | D | G | 
|  | I will want to | die beneath the | white cascading | waters | 
|  | D | G | D | G | 
| She may | beg she may | plead she may | argue with her | logic | 
|  | A | 
| And | then she'll know the things I lose | 
|  | G | 
| That | really have no value in the end she will surely know | 
|  | A | D |  | G |  | D |  | G | 
| I | wasn't born to fol | low. |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
 
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