Em                               Cmaj7    Am       C    (C D Em) see below in tab
In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels.
  C    D          G       Cmaj7 Am   Am                D         D B Em
Their hair was a golden-brown ---  they didn't see me wink my eye.
Em                                  D            C    (C D Em)
`Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper,
C    D                  G     Cmaj7 Am                D      D B Em
And touch the heads of dying dogs --- and make them linger.
  Em                           D                      C        (C D Em)
They carry their candles high --- and they light the dark hours.
C     D            G        C  Am                          D           D B Em
And sweep all the country clean  with pressed and scented wild-flowers.

Solo (I haven't tried too hard here):
|: Em D :|: Am D :|
 

Em                           Cmaj7     Am         C           (C D Em)
They grow all their roses red,    and paint our skies blue ---
  C       D       G      Cmaj7  Am       Am            D          D B Em
drop one penny in every second bowl --- make half the beggars lose,
  Em                                D               C       (C D Em)
why do the faithful have such a will to believe in something?
C    D           G           Cmaj7 Am               D        D B Em
And call it the name they choose,    having chosen nothing.
 

Solo (I haven't tried too hard here either):
|: Em D :|: Am D :|: D :|: E :|

     (Something like this for "Think I'll sit down...")
--------------------------------------7-  5        5          3    -3--2-0-
--------------------------------------9-  7        7          5    -5--3-0-
--------------------------------------9-  7        7          5    -5--2-0-
--------------------------------------9-  7        7          5    -5--0-2-
2-2-slide---7---7h9-7------7----------7-  5        5          3    -3----2-
0-0---------0---0---0------0------------  -        -       ;   -    -0----0-

Em                                    E   D        D          C     C  D Em
Think I'll sit down and invent some fool --- some Grand Court Jester.
     C    D        G      Cmaj7  Am               D         D B Em
And next time the die is cast,      he'll throw a six or two.

In and out of the back-door, ran one front-door angel,
Her hair was a golden-brown --- she smiled and I think she winked her eye.

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                                                   C      D     Em
The "(C D Em)" parts in the song may be played -32013 --0232 022000 for
easier playing.

All Cmaj7:s are not played as Cmaj7 - some are being played as C. But Cmaj7
sounds nice - you decide yourself.