[Intro]                                                                  [Verse 1] This is the voice of someone calling from a lonely hill To the hard of hearing or those who never will                   A long-legged someone seen walking away from home Like a vacant dreamer walking alone alone    e|------------| B|----2--2---2---| G|---------2---2-| D|--2------------| A|0------------| E|------------| [Chorus]    e|1------| B|3------| G|3--3-3-| D|3------| A|1------| E|-------| Days that turn and turn   Which is what which we learn As average believers In the book of Badgeman Brown [Instrumental]                                                     [Verse 2] They’re dropping like flies in a suburban house   From a lack of anything anything to keep them penned-in                   And the town keeps screaming from a lonely hill Another lack of people those who never will    e|------------| B|----2--2---2---| G|---------2---2-| D|--2------------| A|0------------| E|------------| [Chorus]   Days that turn and turn   Which is what which we learn As average believers In the book of Badgeman Brown   [Instrumental]                                                     [Verse 3] This is the voice of someone calling from a lonely hill To the hard of hearing or those who never will    e|------------| B|----2--2---2---| G|---------2---2-| D|--2------------| A|0------------| E|------------| [Chorus]   Days that turn and turn   Which is what which we learn As average believers In the book of Badgeman Brown [Outro]