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[Verse] F#m A F#m A F#m A E Many a hand have scaled the grand old face of the plateau F#m A F#m E A E F#m Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know F#m A F#m A F#m A E Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand F#m A F#m E A E F#m To beautify the foothills, shake the many hands [Chorus] F#m A E F#m A Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds F#m A E F#m A E See a lot up there but don't be scared. Who needs action when you got words F#m A F#m A F#m A E [Verse] F#m A F#m A F#m A E Finished with the mop then you can stop and look at what you've done F#m A F#m E F#m E F#m Plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen and the work, it was fun [Chorus] F#m A E F#m A Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds F#m A E F#m A E See a lot up there but don't be scared. Who needs action when you got words [Verse] F#m A F#m A F#m A E Many a hand began to scan around for the next plateau F#m A F#m E A E F#m Some say it was Greenland some say Mexico F#m A F#m A F#m A E Others decided it was nowhere, except for where they stood F#m A F#m E A E F#m Those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could