| Chorus: |
| D | Am7 | B7-5 |
| Let me take you down 'cause I'm going | to Strawberry Fields. | Nothing is real. |
| G | A | B | Em7 | A | D | |
| And | nothing to get | hung a | bout. | Stawberry | Fields fore | ver. |
| A | Amaj7 | A7 | Gb7 | Bm | A | G |
| Living is | easy with | eyes close | d, | misunder | standing's all you | see. It's getting |
| A7 | D | A | Bm | A | G | A7 | G | D |
| hard to be some | one but it | all works | out, | It doesn't | matter much to | me. |
| Chorus |
| A | Amaj7 | A7 | Gb7 | Bm | A | G |
| No one I | think is in | my tree, | I mean it | must be high or | low. That is, |
| A7 | D | A | Bm | A | G | A7 | G | D | |
| you | know you can't tune | in but it's | all | right, | That is, I | think it's not too | bad. |
| Chorus |
| A | Amaj7 | A7 | Bm | Bm/D | G |
| Always | know some | times think it's me. | But you know I | know and it's a | dream. |
| A7 | D | Bm | G | A | G | |
| I think I | know of thee, ah, | yes, but it's all | wrong | That is, I | think I disa | gree. |
| Chorus |