Dan’s Big Awesome Acoustic Songbook: Songs of the '70s
April 2021 refresh
A | E/A | A | D |
I’ve been | cheated by | you since I don’t know | when |
A | E/A | A | D |
So I | made up my | mind it must come to an | end |
A | Aaug |
Look at me now, | will I ever learn? |
A | Aaug | D |
I don’t know ho | w, but I suddenly | lose control |
| E |
There’s a fire with | in my soul |
D | A/C# | E |
Just | one | look and I can hear a bell ring |
D | A/C# | E |
One | more | look and I forget everything |
A |
Mamma mia, here I go again |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
My | my, how can I re | sist | you? |
A |
Mamma mia, does it show again? |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
My | my, just how much I’ve | missed | you |
A | E/G# |
Yes, I’ve been | broken-hearted |
F#m | C#m/E |
Blue since the | day we parted |
G/D | D | Bm | E |
Why, | why | did I ever | let you go? |
A | F#m |
Mamma mia, | now I really know |
G/D | D | Bm | E |
My | my, | I could never | let you go |
A | E/A | A | D |
I’ve been | angry and | sad about things that you | do |
A | E/A | A | D |
I can’t | count all the | times that I told you we’re | through |
A | Aaug |
And when you go, | when you slam the door |
A | Aaug | D |
I think you know, | that you won’t be a | way too long |
| E |
You know that I’m | not that strong |
D | A/C# | E |
Just | one | look and I can hear a bell ring |
D | A/C# | E |
One | more | look and I forget everything |
A |
Mamma mia, here I go again |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
My | my, how can I re | sist | you? |
A |
Mamma mia, does it show again? |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
My | my, just how much I’ve | missed | you |
A | E/G# |
Yes, I’ve been | broken-hearted |
F#m | C#m/E |
Blue since the | day we parted |
G/D | D | Bm | E |
Why, | why | did I ever | let you go? |
A |
Mamma mia, even if I say |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
Bye | bye, leave me now or | nev | er |
A |
Mamma mia, it’s a game we play |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
Bye | bye doesn’t mean for | eve | r |
A |
Mamma mia, here I go again |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
My | my, how can I re | sist | you? |
A |
Mamma mia, does it show again? |
G/D | D | A/C# | A |
My | my, just how much I | missed | you |
A | E/G# |
Yes, I’ve been | broken-hearted |
F#m | C#m/E |
Blue since the | day we parted |
G/D | D | Bm | E |
Why, | why | did I ever | let you go? |
A | F#m |
Mamma mia, | now I really know |
G/D | D | Bm | E |
My | my, | I could never | let you go |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | AmM6 |
Every | time that I | look in the | mirror |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | AmM6 |
All these | lines on | my face getting | clearer |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | AmM6 |
| The past is | gone | |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | AmM6 |
It went | by, | like dusk to | dawn |
Em | Bm7 |
Isn’t that the | way |
Cmaj7 | D | B7 |
Everybody’s got their | dues in life to | pay |
Em | D |
Yeah, I know | nobody knows |
C | D |
Where it comes and | where it goes |
Em | D |
I know it’s | everybody’s sin |
C | D |
You got to lose to | know how to win |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | AmM6 |
Half my | life’s in | books’ written | pages |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | AmM6 |
Live and | learn from | fools and from | sages |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | AmM6 |
| You know it’s | true | |
Em | Bm7 | Cmaj7 | D |
All the | things | come back to | you |
Em | D |
Sing with me, | sing for the year |
C | D |
Sing for the laughter, | sing for the tear |
Em | D |
Sing with me, if it’s | just for today |
C | D | B7 |
Maybe tomorrow, the | good lord will take you aw | ay, yeah |
Am | B7 | Cmaj7 |
Dream on | dream on | dream on |
D | Em |
Dream until the dream come | true |
Am | B7 | Cmaj7 |
Dream on | dream on | dream on |
D | Em |
Dream until the dream come | true |
Cmaj7 | D |
Dream on | dream on |
Cmaj7 | D | B7 |
Dream on | ah | ah |
| E |
Well I | tried to make it Sunday, but I |
G#m |
Got so damn depressed |
| A | E |
That I | set my sights on | Monday, and I |
| A | F#m |
I ain’t | ready for the | altar |
| C#m | G#m | A |
But I | do ag | ree there’s | times |
| F#m |
When a | woman sure can |
A | E | Esus4 | E |
Be a friend of mine | | | |
| E |
Well I | keep on thinkin’ bout you |
| G#m |
Sister | golden hair surprise |
| A | E |
And I | just can’t live with | out you |
| G#m |
Can’t you | see it in my eyes? |
| A | F#m |
I been | one poor corres | pondent and I been |
C#m | G#m | A |
Too, too | hard to | find |
| F#m |
But it | doesn’t mean you |
A | E | Esus4 | E |
Ain’t been on my mind | | | |
| B |
Will you | meet me in the middle? |
| A | E |
Will you | meet me in the | air? |
| B |
Will you | love me just a little? |
| A | E |
Just e | nough to show you | care? |
| F#m | G#m |
Well I | tried to fake it, I | don’t mind saying |
C#m | A | E | E |
G#m | G#m |
C#m | B | A | A |
| | | |
| E |
Well I | keep on thinkin’ bout you |
| G#m |
Sister | golden hair surprise |
| A | E |
And I | just can’t live with | out you |
| G#m |
Can’t you | see it in my eyes? |
| A | F#m |
I been | one poor corres | pondent and I been |
C#m | G#m | A |
Too, too | hard to | find |
| F#m |
But it | doesn’t mean you |
A | E | Esus4 | E |
Ain’t been on my mind | | | |
| B |
Will you | meet me in the middle? |
| A | E |
Will you | meet me in the | air? |
| B |
Will you | love me just a little? |
| A | E |
Just e | nough to show you | care? |
| F#m | G#m |
Well I | tried to fake it, I | don’t mind saying |
A |
Thank you for being a friend |
D/A |
Traveled down the road and back again |
| E/A | A |
Your | heart is true, you’re a pal and a confi | dant |
D/A |
I hope it always will stay this way |
| E/A | A |
My | hat is off, won’t you stand up and take a | bow |
F#m | A7/E |
And if you threw a | party |
| Dmaj7 | C#7 |
In | vited everyone you | knew |
| F#m/E | A7 |
Well, | you would | see |
| Bm7 | F#m |
The biggest | gift would be from | me |
| D | D/C# | D/B | D/A | E |
And the | card | at | tached | would | say |
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend |
| D/A |
Thank you for being a | friend |
| E/A |
Thank you for being a | friend |
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend |
D/A |
I’d surely buy you a Cadillac |
| E/A | A |
What | ever you need any time of the day or | night |
D/A |
I hope it always will stay this way |
| E/A | A |
My | hat is off, won’t you stand up and take a | bow |
F#m | A7/E |
And when we both get | older |
| Dmaj7 | C#7 |
With | walking canes and hair of | gray |
| Bm7 | F#m |
Even | though it’s hardly | here |
| D | D/C# | D/B | D/A | E |
I will | stand | real | close | and | say |
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| D/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| E/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| A |
Let me tell you ‘bout a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| D/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| E/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
A | A/D | A/E | Em6/G | F#m |
| And | when we | die and float a | way |
| Fmaj7 | A/E |
Into the | night, the milky | way |
| Em6/G | F#m |
You’ll hear me | call as we as | cend |
| Fmaj7 | A/E |
I’ll say your | name, then once a | gain |
Thank you for being a...
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| D/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| E/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend |
| A |
People tell me about a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| D/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| E/A |
Thank you for being a | friend (I wanna thank you) |
| A |
Thank you for being a | friend |
A |
Thank you right now for being a friend |
| D/A |
I wanna | tell you ‘bout now and I’ll tell you again |
| E/A | A |
I wanna | thank you, thank you, thank you for being a | friend |
D | A | D |
Riding on the | City of New Or | leans |
Bm | G | D |
Illinois Central, | Monday morning | rail |
D | A | D |
Fifteen cars and fi | fteen restless | riders |
| Bm | A | D |
Three con | ductors, and t | wenty five sacks of | mail |
| Bm |
All a | long the southbound odyssey |
| F#m |
The | train pulls out of Kankakee |
| A | E |
And | rolls along the houses, farms and | fields |
Bm |
Passing trains that have no name |
| F#m |
And | freight yards full of old black men |
| A | D |
And | graveyards of the rusted automo | biles |
G | A | D |
Good morning Am | erica, how a | re you? |
| Bm | G | D |
Say | don’t you know me, | I’m your native | son |
A | D | A | Bm |
I’m the | train they call the | City of New | Orleans |
| C | G | A | D |
I’ll be gon | e five | hundred miles | when the day is | done |
| D | A | D |
Dealing | card games with the | old men in the | club cars |
| Bm | G | D |
A | penny a point, ain’ | t no one keeping | score |
D | A | D |
Pass the paper | bag that holds the | bottle |
| Bm | A | D |
And | feel the wheels | rumbling ‘neath the | floor |
| Bm |
And the | sons of Pullman porters |
| F#m7 |
And the | sons of engineers |
| A | E |
Ride their | fathers’ magic carpet made of | steel |
Bm |
Mothers with their babes asleep |
F#m7 |
Rocking to the gentle beat |
| A | D |
And the | rhythm of the rails is all they | feel |
G | A | D |
Good morning Am | erica, how a | re you? |
| Bm | G | D |
Say | don’t you know me, | I’m your native | son |
A | D | A | Bm |
I’m the | train they call the | City of New | Orleans |
| C | G | A | D |
I’ll be gon | e five | hundred miles | when the day is | done |
D | A | D |
Nighttime on the | City of New | Orleans |
Bm | G | D |
Changing cars in | Memphis, | Tennesee |
D | A | D |
Halfway home, and | we’ll be there by | morning |
| Bm | A | D |
Through the | Misissippi darkness, | rolling down to the | sea |
| Bm |
But | all the towns and people seem |
| F#m7 |
To | fade into a bad dream |
| A | E |
The | steel rail still ain’t heard the | news |
| Bm |
The | conductor sings his songs again |
| F#m7 |
The | passengers will please refrain |
| A | D |
This | train’s got the disappearin’ railroad | blues |
G | A | D |
Good night Am | erica, how a | re you? |
| Bm | G | D |
Say | don’t you know me, | I’m your native | son |
A | D | A | Bm |
I’m the | train they call the | City of New | Orleans |
| C | G | A | D |
I’ll be gon | e five | hundred miles | when the day is | done |
| C | G | A | D |
I’ll be gon | e five | hundred miles | when the day is | done |
| A | G |
You | get up every morning from your | ’larm clock’s warning |
| D | A |
Take the | 8:15 into the | city |
| A | G |
There’s a | whistle up above and people | pushin’, people shovin’ |
| D | A |
And the | girls who try to look | pretty |
| A | G |
And if your | train’s on time you can | get to work by nine |
| D | A |
And start your | slaving job to get your | pay |
| A | G |
If you | ever get annoyed, look at | me I’m self-employed |
| D | A |
I | love to work at nothing all | day |
And I'll be
A | G |
Taking care of business | every day |
D | A |
Taking care of business | every way |
| A | G |
I’ve been | taking care of business | it’s all mine |
D | A |
Taking care of business and | working overtime, work out |
| A | G |
If it were | easy as fishin’ you could | be a musician |
| D | A |
If | you could make sounds loud or | mellow |
| A | G |
Get a | second-hand guitar, chances | are you’ll go far |
| D | A |
If you | get in with the right bunch of | fellows |
| A | G |
People | see you having fun, just a- | lying in the sun |
D | A |
Tell them that you like it this | way |
| A | G |
It’s the | work that we avoid, and we’re | all self-employed |
| D | A |
We | love to work at nothing all | day |
And we been
A | G |
Taking care of business | every day |
D | A |
Taking care of business | every way |
| A | G |
I’ve been | taking care of business, | it’s all mine |
D | A |
Taking care of business and | working overtime |
A | G |
Taking care of business | every day |
D | A |
Taking care of business | every way |
A | G |
I’ve been taking care of business, | it’s all mine |
D | A |
Taking care of business and | working overtime |
| A | D | C | G |
Take good care | | of my business | | |
| A | D | C | G |
When I’m away | | every day | | |
| A | G |
You | get up every morning from your | ’larm clock’s warning |
| D | A |
Take the | 8:15 into the | city |
| A | G |
There’s a | whistle up above and people | pushin’, people shovin’ |
| D | A |
And the | girls who try to look | pretty |
| A | G |
And if your | train’s on time you can | get to work by nine |
| D | A |
And start your | slaving job to get your | pay |
| A | G |
If you | ever get annoyed, look at | me I’m self-employed |
| D | A |
I | love to work at nothing all | day |
And I been
A | G |
Taking care of business | every day |
D | A |
Taking care of business | every way |
| A | G |
I’ve been | taking care of business, | it’s all mine |
D | A |
Taking care of business and | working overtime, take care |
Takin' care of business, whoo
Takin' care of business
Takin' care of business
Takin' care of business
A | G |
Takin’ care of business | every day |
D | A |
Takin’ care of business | (very way |
A | G |
Takin’ care of businessm, | it’s all mine |
D |
Takin’ care of business and working overtime |
A | G |
Takin’ care of business | |
D | A |
Takin’ care of business | |
| D | C | G |
I m | et a devil woman | | |
| D | C | G |
She t | ook my heart away | | |
| D | C | G |
She s | aid I had it comin’ to me | | |
| D | C | G |
But I w | anted it that way | | |
| G7 | A# | C |
I think that | any love is good lovin’ | | |
| D | F#m7 | Bm7 |
So I t | ook what I could | get | mmm |
Em7 | A |
She looked at me with big brown e | yes and said |
| D | A | G |
You a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
| D | A | G |
B-B-B-Baby you just a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
| D | A | G |
Here’s something that you n | ever gonna forget | | |
| D | A | G |
B-B-B-Baby you just a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
| D | C | G |
And n | ow I’m feelin’ better | | |
| D | C | G |
‘Cause | I found out for sure | | |
| D | C | G |
She t | ook me to her doctor | | |
| D | C | G |
And he t | old me of a cure | | |
| G7 | A# | C |
He said that | any love is good lovin’ | | |
| D | F#m7 | Bm7 |
So I t | ook what I could | get | mmm |
Em7 | A |
She looked at me with big brown e | yes and said |
| D | A | G |
You a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
| D | A | G |
B-B-B-Baby you just a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
| D | A | G |
Here’s something that you n | ever gonna forget | | |
| D | A | G |
B-B-B-Baby you just a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
G7 | A# | C |
Any love is good lovin’ | | |
| D | F#m7 | Bm7 |
So I t | ook what I could | get | mmm |
Em7 | A |
She looked at me with big brown e | yes and said |
| D | A | G |
You a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
| D | A | G |
B-B-B-Baby you just a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
| D | A | G |
Here’s something that you n | ever gonna forget | | |
| D | A | G |
B-B-B-Baby you just a | in’t seen nothin’ yet | | |
Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am |
Com | pa | ny, | al | ways on the | run |
Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am | G/A | Am |
Des | ti | ny, | ooh | is the rising s | un | | |
Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am |
I | was | born, | six | gun in my | hand |
| Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am | G/A | Am |
Be | hind | the | gun, I | make | my final s | tand | | |
| C |
That’s why they call me | |
| Am | G/A | Am |
Till the day I | die | | |
| Am | G/A | Am |
Till the day I | die | | |
Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am |
Re | bel | souls, de | ser | ters we are | called |
Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am | G/A | Am |
Chose | a | gun, and | threw | away the s | un | | |
Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am |
Now | these | towns, | they | all know our | name |
Em | G | Am | Gsus4 | G | Am | G/A | Am |
Six g | un | sound | | is our claim to fa | me | | |
| Am | G/A | Am |
Till the day I | die | | |
| Am | G/A | Am |
Till the day I | die | | |
| Am | G/A | Am |
Till the day I | die | | |
| Am | G/A | Am |
Till the day I | die | | |
| D | Em |
No matter what you | are, I will always be with | you |
| G | A | G | A | D | A |
Doesn’t matter what you | do | girl, | ooh | girl with | you | |
| D | Em |
No matter what you | do, I will always be aro | und |
| G | A | G | A | D |
Won’t you tell me what you | found | girl, | ooh gi | rl won’t y | ou |
Bm7 | E7 | A7 | D7 |
Knock down the old gray | wall, | be a part of it | all |
| G | Em | D |
Nothing to | say, nothing to | see, nothing to | do |
Bm7 | E7 | A7 | D7 |
If you would give me | all, as | I would give it to | you |
| G | Em | C | A |
Nothing would | be, nothing would | be, nothing would | be | |
| D | Em |
No matter where you g | o, there will always be a p | lace |
| G | A | G | A | D |
Can’t you see it in my fa | ce | girl, | ooh | girl want | you |
Bm7 | E7 | A7 | D7 |
Knock down the old gray | wall, | be a part of it | all |
| G | Em | D |
Nothing to | say, nothing to | see, nothing to | do |
Bm7 | E7 | A7 | D7 |
If you would give me | all, as | I would give it to | you |
| G | Em | C | A |
Nothing would | be, nothing would | be, nothing would | be | |
| D | Em |
No matter what you | are, I will always be with | you |
| G | A | G | A | D | A |
Doesn’t matter what you | do | girl, | ooh | girl with | you | |
G | A | G | A | D |
Ooh g | irl, | you | girl won’t | you |
G | A | G | A | D |
Ooh g | irl, | you | girl won’t | you |
Gm9 | Gbm9 | Fm9 | Gbm9 | Gm9 |
→ | → | → | → | |
Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
She was a | showgirl |
| Am7b5 | D7 |
With yellow | feathers in her | hair |
| Gm7 |
And a | dress cut down to there |
Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
And do the | cha-cha |
| Am7b5 | D7 |
And while she | tried to be a | star |
| Gm7 |
Tony | always tended bar |
| Cdim7 | D7 | Gm |
Across the | crow- | ded | floor |
| Cdim7 | D7 | Gm |
They worked from | eight | til | four |
| Cm7 | D7 |
They were | young and they had each | other |
| Gm7 | F#m7 | Bb7/F |
Who could | ask | for | more |
| Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
At the | Copa, | Copaca | bana |
| Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
The | hottest spot | north of H | avana |
C9 | Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Bb/C | C7 |
At the | Copa, | Copaca | baaaaa | na |
Fm7 | Bb7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fm7 | D7 |
Music and | passion were | always the | fashion at the | Copa | |
Gm9 | Gbm9 | Fm9 | Gbm9 | Gm9 |
→ | → | → | → | |
Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
He wore a | diamond |
| Am7b5 | D7 |
He was es | corted to his | chair |
| Gm7 |
He saw | Lola dancing there |
| Fm7 |
And when she | finished |
Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
He called her | over |
| Am7b5 | D7 |
But Rico | went a bit too | far |
| Gm7 |
Tony | sailed across the bar |
| Cdim7 | D7 | Gm |
And then the | punc | hes f | lew |
| Cdim7 | D7 | Gm |
And chairs were | smashed | in | two |
| Cm | D7 |
There was | blood and a single | gunshot |
| Gm7 | F#m7 | Bb7/F |
But just | who | shot | who? |
| Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
At the | Copa, | Copaca | bana |
| Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
The | hottest spot | north of H | avana |
C9 | Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Bb/C | C7 |
At the | Copa, | Copaca | baaaaa | na |
Fm7 | Bb7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fm7 | D7 |
Music and | passion were | always the | fashion at the | Copa | |
Gm9 | Gbm9 | Fm9 | Gbm9 | Gm9 |
→ | → | → | → | |
Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
She was a | showgirl |
| Am7b5 | D7 |
But that was | thirty years a | go |
| Gm7 |
When they | used to have a show |
Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
But not for | Lola |
| Am7b5 | D7 |
Still in the | dress she used to | wear |
| Gm7 |
Faded | feathers in her hair |
| Cdim7 | D7 | Gm |
She sits there | so | re | fined |
| Cdim7 | D7 | Gm |
And drinks her | self | half- | blind |
| Cm | D7 |
She lost her | youth and she lost her | Tony |
| Gm7 | F#m7 | Bb7/F |
Now she’s | lost | her | mind |
| Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
At the | Copa, | Copaca | bana |
| Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Ebmaj7 |
The | hottest spot | north of H | avana |
C9 | Fm7 | Ab/Bb | Bb/C | C7 |
At the | Copa, | Copaca | baaaaa | na |
Fm7 | Bb7 | Gm7 | C7 | Fm7 | D7 |
Music and | passion were | always the | fashion at the | Copa | |
Gm9 | Gm9 | Gbm9 | Fm9 |
| → | → | Don’t fall in love |
Gm9 | Gbm9 | Fm9 | Gbm9 | Gm9 |
→ | → | → | → | |
| G | D/F# |
Some say l | ove, it is a r | iver |
| C | D | G |
That d | rowns the ten | der r | eed |
| D/F# |
Some say love, it is a r | azor |
| C | D | G |
That l | eaves your so | ul to bl | eed |
| Bm | Em |
Some say l | ove, it is a h | unger |
| C | D7sus4 | D |
An end | less aching n | eed | |
| G | D |
I say l | ove, it is a fl | ower and |
| G | D |
It’s the he | art afraid of brea | king |
| C | D | G |
That n | ever lea | rns to da | nce |
| G | D |
It’s the dr | eam afraid of wak | ing |
| C | D | G |
That | never tak | es the cha | nce |
| Bm | Em |
It’s the | one who won’t be t | aken |
| C | D7sus4 |
Who ca | n not seem to g | ive |
| G | D |
And the | soul afraid of dy | ing |
| C | D | G |
That n | ever le | arns to li | ve |
| G | D |
When the n | ight has been too lo | nely |
| C | D | G |
And the r | oad has b | een too lo | ng |
| G | D |
And you th | ink that love is | only |
| C | D | G |
For the l | ucky an | d the str | ong |
| Bm | Em |
Just r | emember in the w | inter |
| C | D7sus4 |
Far bene | ath the bitter | snow |
| G | D |
Lies the s | eed that with the s | un’s love |
| C | D | G |
In the sp | ring beco | mes the ro | se |
| Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s | gone | | | |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
It’s not | warm when she’s a | way | | | |
| Dm7 |
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s | gone |
| Em7 | F |
And she’s | always gone too | long |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Any | time she goes | away | | | |
| Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Wonder this time where she’s | gone | | | |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Wonder | if she’s gone to | stay | | | |
| Dm7 |
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s | gone |
| Em7 | F |
And this | house just ain’t no | home |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Any | time she goes | away | | | |
Am |
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know |
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
| Dm7 |
Hey, I ought to leave the young thing | alone |
| F | G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
But ain’t no | sunshine | when she’s | gone | | | |
| Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s | gone | | | |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Only | darkness every | day | | | |
| Dm7 |
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s | gone |
| Em7 | F |
And this | house just ain’t no | home |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Any | time she goes | away | | | |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Any | time she goes | away | | | |
| G | Am | Em | Em/G | Am |
Any | time she goes | away | | | |
| G | Am |
Any | time she goes | away |
A | D |
Sometimes in our | lives |
| A | A | E |
We all have | pain we all have | sorr | ow |
| A | E | A |
We know that | there’s always tom | orr | ow |
| A | D |
Lean on | me, when you’re not | strong |
| A |
And I’ll be your | friend |
| A | E |
I’ll help you | carry | on |
A | D |
Please swallow your | pride |
| A | A | E |
If I have | things you need to | borr | ow |
A | D | A |
For no one can | fill those of your | needs |
| E | A |
That you won’t | let | show |
| A | D | A | E | A |
You just | call on me | bro | ther, when | you need a hand | |
| E | A |
We all need somebody to | lean | on |
| A | D | A | E | A |
I just | might have a | prob | lem that | you’d under | stand |
| E | A |
We all need somebody to | lean | on |
| A | D |
Lean on | me, when you’re not | strong |
| A |
And I’ll be your | friend |
A | D | A |
If there is a | load you have to | bear |
A | D |
I’m right up the | road |
E6 | A |
Call | me (if you need a friend) |
E6 | A |
Call | me (if you need a friend) |
E6 | A |
Call | me (if you ever need a friend) |
E6 | A |
Call | me (if you need a friend) |
A | Gadd9 | D6/F# | F(#11) |
A | G6/9 | D6/F# | F(#11) |
A/C# | Dmaj7 | A/E | D/F# |
E/G# | D/F# | A | A/G# | D/F# |
| | | | |
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
I’ve seen the | lights go out on | Broadway | | |
F#m | Dadd9 | E | Esus4 | E | Dadd9 |
I saw the | Empire State laid | low | | | |
C#m7 | F#m |
And life went on beyond the P | alisades |
| A/E | E |
They all bought | Cadillacs | |
| Dadd9 | D | E |
And left there | long ago | | |
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
They held a | concert out in | Brooklyn | | |
F#m | Dadd9 | E | Esus4 | E | Dadd9 |
To watch the | island bridges | blow | | | |
A/C# | D |
They turned our | power down |
A/E | D/F# |
And drove us u | nderground |
E/G# | D/F# | A |
But we went | right on with the s | how |
A | F#m | A | F#m | A | A/E | E | A/E | E |
| → | → | → | → | → | | → | |
x2
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
I’ve seen the | lights go out on | Broadway | | |
F#m | D | E | A/E | E |
I saw the | ruins at my | feet | | |
C#m7 | F#m |
You know we almost didn’t | notice it |
| A/E | E |
We’d seen it | all the time | |
| D | D | E |
On Forty- | Second Street | | |
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
They burned the | churches up in | Harlem | | |
F#m | D | E | A/E | E |
Like in that | Spanish civil | war | | |
A/C# | D |
The flames were e | verywhere |
A/E | D/F# |
But no one | really cared |
E/G# | D/F# | A |
It always | burned up there before | |
A | F#m | A | F#m | A | A/E | E | A/E | E |
| → | → | → | → | → | | → | |
x2
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
I’ve seen the | lights go out on | Broadway | | |
F#m | D | E | A/E | E | Dadd9 |
I watched the | mighty skyline | fall | | | |
C#m7 | F#m |
The boats were waiting at the | Battery |
| A/E | E |
The union w | ent on strike | |
| D | D | E |
They never | sailed at all | | |
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
They sent a car | rier out from | Norfolk | | |
| F#m | D | E | A/E | E |
And | picked the | Yankees up for | free | | |
A/C# | D |
They said that | Queens could stay |
A/E | D/F# |
They blew the B | ronx away |
E/G# | D/F# | A |
And sank Man | hattan out at s | ea |
A | F#m | A | F#m | A | A/E | E | A/E | E |
| → | → | → | → | → | | → | |
x2
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
You know those | lights were bright on | Broadway | | |
F#m | D | E | Esus4 | E | Dadd9 |
But that was so | many years ago | | | | |
C#m7 | F#m |
Before we all lived here in | Florida |
| A/E | E | Dadd9 | D | E |
Before the | Mafia | took over | Mexico | | |
A | D/A | A | A | E/G# |
There are not | many who re | member | | |
F#m | Dadd9 | E |
They say a | handful still | survive |
A/C# | D |
To tell the | world about |
A/E | D/F# |
The way the l | ights went out |
E | D/F# | F |
And keep the me | mory alive | |
A | Gadd9 | D6/F# | F(#11) |
A | G6/9 | D6/F# | F(#11) |
A/C# |
Am | Dm7 |
Anthony works in the | grocery store |
G | G/B | C |
Savin’ his | pennies for | someday |
Am | Dm7 |
Mama Leone left a | note on the door |
| G | G/B | C |
She said, | sonny, move | out to the | country |
| Am |
Ah, but | workin’ too hard can give you |
| D7 |
A h | eart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack |
F | G |
You oughta know by | now |
Am | Dm7 |
Who needs a house out in | Hackensack? |
| G | G/B | C |
Is t | hat all you ge | t for your m | oney? |
| F | G |
And it s | eems such a waste of | time |
| E7 | Am |
If t | hat’s what it’s all abo | ut |
| F | Bdim | E7 | Am |
Mama if | that’s movin’ up then | I’m | movin’ | out |
Am | Dm | G | G/B | C |
| Mmm, I’m movin’ o | ut | | |
Am | Dm7 |
Sergeant O’Leary is | walkin’ the beat |
| G | G/B | C |
At n | ight he be | comes a barte | nder |
| Am | Dm7 |
He works at | Mister Cacciatore’s down on | Sullivan Street |
| G | G/B | C |
Ac | ross from the | medical | center |
| Am | D7 |
Yeah, and he’s | tradin’ in his Chevy for a | Cadillac-ack-ack-ack-ack |
F | G |
You oughta know by | now |
| Am | Dm7 |
And | if he can’t drive with a | broken back |
| G | G/B | C |
At le | ast he can | polish the | fenders |
| F | G |
And it s | eems such a waste of | time |
E7 | Am |
If that’s what it’s all | about |
| F | Bdim | E7 | Am |
Mama if | that’s movin’ up then | I’m | movin’ | out |
Am | Dm | G | G/B | C |
| Mmm, I’m movin’ o | ut | | |
Am |
You should never argue with a |
D7 |
Crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind |
F | G |
You oughta know by | now |
| Am | Dm7 |
You can | pay Uncle Sam with the | overtime |
| G | G/B | C |
Is t | hat all you | get for your | money? |
| F | G |
And if t | hat’s what you have in | mind |
| E7 | Am |
Yeah, if t | hat’s what you’re all | about |
| F | Bdim | E7 | Am |
Good | luck movin’ up ‘cause | I’m | movin’ | out |
Am | Dm | G | G/B | C |
| Mmm, I’m movin’ o | ut | | |
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D | D | G | D |
E7 | D7 | C9 | F9 | F9 | Bb |
→ | | | | | |
D | D/F# |
Got a call from an | old friend |
| G |
We used to be | real close |
A | D | G |
Said he couldn’t go on the American | way | |
D | D/F# |
Closed the shop, sold the | house |
| G |
Bought a ticket to the | West Coast |
A | D |
Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L. | A. |
x2
D | D/F# | G |
I don’t need you to | worry for me cause I’m | alright |
A | D | G |
I don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come | home | |
D | D/F# | G |
I don’t care what you | say anymore, this is | my life |
A | Bm |
Go ahead with your own life, and leave me | alone |
| F# |
I never said you had to offer me a | second chance |
D7 | E7 |
I never said I was a victim of | circumstance |
G | D/F# | F#7 | Bm | Bm/A |
I still be | long, | don’t get me | wrong | |
E7sus4 | E7 |
And you can | speak your mind |
| G6 | A | G6 | A |
But | not | on | my | time |
D | D/F# |
They will tell you you | can’t sleep alone in a |
A | D |
Then they’ll tell you you can’t sleep with somebody | else |
D | D/F# | G |
But sooner or | later you sleep in your | own space |
A | D |
Either way it’s okay you wake up with your | self |
x2
D | D/F# | G |
I don’t need you to | worry for me cause I’m | alright |
A | D | G |
I don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come | home | |
D | D/F# | G |
I don’t care what you | say anymore, this is | my life |
A | Bm |
Go ahead with your own life, and leave me | alone |
| F# |
I never said you had to offer me a | second chance |
D7 | E7 |
I never said I was a victim of | circumstance |
G | D/F# | F#7 | Bm | Bm/A |
I still be | long, | don’t get me | wrong | |
E7sus4 | E7 |
And you can | speak your mind |
| G6 | A | G6 | A |
But | not | on | my | time |
D | G | G | D | Em7 | D |
I don’t care what you say anymore, this is | my life | | | | |
A | D |
Go ahead with your own life, and leave me | alone |
E7 | D7 | C9 | F9 | F9 | Bb |
→ | | | | | Keep it to yourself it’s my life |
C | D | Em |
Come out Virginia, | don’t let me | wait |
| C | D | G |
You | Catholic girls start m | uch too | late |
| C | D | Em |
But | sooner or later it c | omes down to | fate |
| C | D |
I | might as well be the | one |
| C | D | Em |
Well, they | showed you a statue, | told you to | pray |
| C | D | G |
They | built you a temple and l | ocked you | away |
| C | D | Em |
But | they never told you the | price that you | pay |
| C | D |
For | things that you might have | done |
| G |
Only the good die | young |
| G | C |
Only the good | die | young |
| D | G |
Only the good | die youn | g |
| C | D | Em |
You might have | heard I run with a | dangerous | crowd |
| C | D | G |
We | ain’t too pretty we | ain’t too | proud |
| C | D | Em |
We | might be laughing a | bit too l | oud |
| C | D |
But | that never hurt no | one |
| C | D | Em |
So come | on Virginia sh | ow me a | sign |
C | D | G |
Send up a signal I’ll | throw you a | line |
| C | D | Em |
The | stained-glass curtain you’re | hiding be | hind |
C | D |
Never lets in the | sun |
| G |
Darlin’ only the good die | young |
C | D | G |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wh | oa | |
| G | C |
I tell ya only the good | die | young |
| D | G |
Only the good | die young | |
| D |
You got a | nice white dress and a |
C | G |
Party on your confirmati | on |
| A | C |
You got a | brand new soul, and a cro | ss of gold |
| D |
But Vir | ginia they didn’t give you |
| C | G |
Q | uite enough informati | on |
| C |
When you were counting on your | rosary |
G/B | C | G/B | Am7 |
Oh | woah | woah | woah |
| C | D | Em |
They | say there’s a heaven for | those who will | wait |
C | D | G |
Some say it’s better but | I say it | ain’t |
| C | D | Em |
I’d rather | laugh with the sinners than | cry with the | saints |
| C | D |
The | sinners are much more | fun |
| G |
You know that only the good die | young |
C | D | G |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wh | oa | |
| G | C |
I tell ya only the good | die | young |
| D | G |
Only the good | die young | |
| D |
You say your | mother told you all that I could |
C | G |
Give you was a reput | ation |
| A |
Awww, she never | cared for me |
| C |
But did she ever say a | prayer for me? |
G/B | C | G/B | Am7 |
Oh | woah | woah | woah |
| C | D | Em |
Come out | come out come out Vir | ginia don’t l | et me wait |
C | D | G |
You Catholic | girls start | much too late |
C | D | Em |
Sooner or later it | comes down to | fate |
| C | D |
I | might as well be the | one |
| G |
You know that only the good die | young |
| G | C |
You know that only the good | die | young |
| D | G |
Only the good | die young | |
| D | G |
Only the | good die young | |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Fmaj7 | C/E | D7 | G |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
F | F/G |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
| | | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
It’s ni | ne o’cl | ock on a | Saturday | |
F | C/E | D7 | G |
The regular c | rowd shuffles | in | |
| C | G/B | Fadd9/A | C/G |
There’s | an old man | sitting | next to me | |
| Fadd9 | F/G | C |
Makin’ | love to his | tonic and | gin |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
F | F/G | C | C | F/C | F/C |
| | | | | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
He says, | son can you | play me a | memory? | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
I’m | not really | sure how it go | es | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
But it’s | sad and it’s | sweet and I | knew it complete | |
| F | F/G | C |
When | I wore a | younger man’s | clothes |
Am | Am/G | D/F# | F |
La la | la diddy | da | |
Am | Am/G | D/F# | G | G/F | C/E | G7/D |
La | La diddy | da da d | um | | | |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Sing us a | song, you’re the | piano man | |
F | C/E | D7 | G |
Sing us a son | g to nig | ht | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Well we’re | all in the | mood for a | melody | |
| F | F/G | C |
And | you’ve got us fe | eling all | right |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
F | F/G |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
| | | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C |
Now Joh | n at the | bar is a | friend of mine | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
He gets | me my | drinks for | free | |
| C | G/B |
And he’s | quick with a | joke or to |
F/A | C/G |
Light up your | smoke |
| F | F/G | C | F/C |
But there’s | some place that | he’d rather | be | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
He says, | Bill I be | lieve this is | killing me | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
As a sm | ile ran a | way from his | face | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Well I’ | m sure that I | could be a | movie star | |
| F | F/G | C |
If | I could get | out of this | place |
| Am | Am/G | D/F# | F |
Oh | La la | la diddy | da | |
Am | Am/G | D/F# | G | G/F | C/E | G7/D |
La | La diddy | da da d | um | | | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C |
Now Pau | l is a | real estate | novelist | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
Who nev | er had | time for a | wife | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
And he’s | talking with | Davy, who’s | still in the | Navy |
| F | F/G | C |
And pro | bably w | ill be for | life |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
F | F/G | C | C | F/C | F/C |
| | | | | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
And the | waitress is | practicing | politics | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
As the | businessmen | slowly get | stoned | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Yes they’re | sharing a | drink they call | loneliness | |
| F | F/G | C |
But it’s | better than | drinking a | lone |
Am | Am/G | D/F# | Dm/F |
Am | Am/G | D/F# | Dm/F |
Am | Am/G | D/F# | D |
G | G7/F | C/E | G/D |
| | | |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Sing us a | song, you’re the | piano man | |
F | C/E | D7 | G |
Sing us a son | g to nig | ht | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Well we’re | all in the | mood for a | melody | |
| F | F/G | C |
And | you’ve got us fe | eling all | right |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
F | F/G |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
| | | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C |
It’s a | pretty good | crowd for a | Saturday | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
And the | manager | gives me a | smile | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
‘Cause he | knows that it’s | me they’ve been | coming to | see |
| F | F/G | C | F/C |
To for g | et about | life for a | while | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
And the | piano | sounds like a | carnival | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
And the | microphone | smells like a | beer | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
And they | sit at the | bar and put | bread in my | jar |
| F | F/G | C |
And say | man what are | you doing | here? |
| Am | Am/G | D/F# | F |
Oh | La la | la diddy | da | |
Am | Am/G | D/F# | G | G/F | C/E | G7/D |
La | La diddy | da da d | um | | | |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Sing us a | song, you’re the | piano man | |
F | C/E | D7 | G |
Sing us a son | g to nig | ht | |
| C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
Well we’re | all in the | mood for a | melody | |
| F | F/G | C |
And | you’ve got us fe | eling all | right |
C | G/B | F/A | C/G |
F | F/G |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
C | F/C | Cmaj7 | F/C |
F | Gm7/F |
A bottle of white, | a bottle of red |
C/F | Bb/F | F |
Perhaps a bottle of ro | se instead | |
C | C/Bb | F/A |
Get a table | near the | street |
| F/A | Gm7 | C |
In our | old fa | miliar | place |
Gm7 | C7 | Gm7 | Bb/C | C | Bb/C |
You and | I, | face to | face, | um umm | |
F | Gm7/F |
A bottle of red, a | bottle of white |
C/F | Bb/F | F |
It all depends on your | appet | ite |
G | F/A | G/B | C |
I’ll meet you | anytime | you | want |
| Bb/D | C/E | F |
In our I | tali | an Re | staurant |
Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | Bbmaj7 | Bbmaj7 |
Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | Bbmaj7 | Bbmaj7 |
Ebmaj7 | Ebmaj7 | Abmaj7 | Abmaj7 |
Ebmaj7 | Ebmaj7 | Abmaj7 | Abmaj7 |
C/D | C/D | C/D | C/D |
| | | |
G | D/G |
Things are okay with | me these days |
G7 | G9 |
Got a good job, | got a good office |
C7 | F |
Got a new wife, | got a new life |
| Am7 | D7 |
And the | family’s fine | |
G | D/G |
Oh, we lost touch | long ago |
G7 | G9 |
You lost weight I | did not know |
C7 | F | Am7 | D7 |
You could ever | look so nice after | so much time | |
| Eb | Bb | F |
Do you re | member those days hanging | out at the village | green |
Eb | Bb | F |
Engineer boots, leather | jackets and tight blue | jeans |
| Eb | Bb | F |
Woah you drop a | dime in the box play the | song about New Or | leans |
Eb | Bb |
Cold beer, | hot lights |
C | D | G |
My sweet ro | mantic teenage | nights |
G | D/G | G7 | G9 |
C7 | F | Am7 | D7 |
G | D/G | G7 | G9 |
C7 | F | Am7 | D7 |
| | | |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
G |
Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies |
| D | D | C |
And the | king and the queen of the prom | | |
G | G7/B | C |
Riding around with the | car top down and the | radio on |
G | D | D | C |
Nobody looked any | finer | | |
| G | C |
Or was | more of a hit at the | Parkway Diner |
G | F | E |
We never knew we could | want more than that out of | life |
| Am | G/B | C | D | G |
Surely | Brenda and | Eddie would | always know | how to sur | vive |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
G | D | D | C |
Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the | summer of seventy five | | |
G | G7/B | C |
When they decided the | marriage would be at the | end of July |
G | D | D | C |
Everyone said they were | crazy | | |
G | C |
Brenda you know that you’re | much too lazy |
| G | F | E |
And | Eddie could never af | ford to live that kind of | life |
| Am | G/B | C | D | G |
Oh, but | there we were | waving | Brenda and | Eddie good | bye |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
| F/C | C | F/C | C |
Well, they | got an a | partment with | deep pile | carpets |
| D | G |
And a | couple of paintings from | Sears |
| F/C | C | F/C | C |
A | big water | bed that they | bought with the | bread |
| D | G |
They had | saved for a couple of | years |
| F/C | C | F/C | C |
They | started to | fight when the | money got | tight |
| D | Em |
And they | just didn’t count on the | tears |
| A9 | C/D |
Woh | oh, woh | oh, yeah rock and roll! |
G | G | D | D |
G | G7/B | C | C |
G | D | G | C |
G | F | E | E |
Am | G/B | C | C/D |
| | | |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
| F/C | C | F/C | C |
Well, they | lived for a | while in a | very nice | style |
| D | G |
But it’s | always the same in the end | |
| F/C | C | F/C | C |
They | got a di | vorce as a | matter of | course |
| D | G |
And they | parted the closest of friends | |
| F/C | C | F/C | C |
Then the | king and the | queen went | back to the | green |
| D | Em | A9 | C/D |
But you can | never go back there a | gain, oh | oh, oh | oh |
G | D | D | C |
Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the | summer of seventy five | | |
| G | G7/B |
From the | high to the low to the | end of the show |
| C |
For the | rest of their lives |
| G | D | D | C |
They | couldn’t go back to the | greasers | | |
| G | C |
The | best they could do was pick | up their pieces |
G | F | E |
We always knew they would | both find a way to get | by |
Am | G/B | C | D |
That’s all I | heard about | Brenda and | Eddie |
Am | G/B | C | D |
Can’t tell you | more cause I | told you al | ready |
| Am | G/B | C | D | G |
And | here we are | waving | Brenda and | Eddie good | bye |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
G | F | C/E | D |
Oh | oh, oh | oh, oh | oh oh |
F | F/E | D | C | G/B | Am | C | Bb | Am | G | F | F/E |
| | | | | | | | | | | |
C | C | Bb | F/A |
F/A | Bb | C |
C | Gm7 | C | Gm7 |
Bb | C | Bb/C |
| | |
F | Gm7/F |
A bottle of red, | oooh a bottle of white |
C/F | Bb/F | F |
Whatever kind of mood you’re | in to | night |
G | G/A | G/B | C |
I’ll meet you | anytime | you | want |
G | F/A | G/B | C |
I’ll meet you | anytime | you | want |
| Bb/D | C/E | F |
In our I | tali | an Re | staurant |
Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | Bbmaj7 | Bbmaj7 |
Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | Bbmaj7 | Bbmaj7 |
| | | |
| G | C |
Well it’s a | rainy night in | Paris |
| Am | D |
And I’m | sitting by the | Seine |
| G | C |
It’s a | pleasure to be | soaking |
C/B | Am | D |
In the E | uropean | rain |
| Em | D | C |
Now my | belly’s full of f | ancy food and w | ine |
| G | C |
But in the m | orning there’ll be h | ell to pay |
D | G |
Somewhere along the lin | e |
| G/B | C |
Oh, but in the m | orning there’ll be | hell to pay |
D | G |
Somewhere along the | line |
G | C |
Sweet Virginia c | igarette |
| G | C | C/B |
Well you | used to be a | friend of | mine |
| Am | D |
But n | ow I unders | tand |
| Em | D | C |
You’ve been e | ating up in | side me for some | time, oh |
| G | C |
And | I know you’re gonn | a get me |
D | G |
Somewhere along the | line |
| G/B | C |
Well | I know you’re gonn | a get me |
D | G |
Somewhere along the | line |
D | D/Eb |
Somewhere along the line | |
| Em | Em/D | C |
Well I k | now it’s just a ma | tter of | time |
| G/B | C |
When the | fun falls through and the | rent comes due |
Am | F | D |
Somewhere along the | line | |
| G | C |
Well, you | know I love my | woman |
| Am | D |
And I w | ould not let her d | own |
| G | C |
And I | did my share of | lovin’ |
C/B | Am | D |
When I u | sed to get | around |
| Em | D | C |
Now I’m | satisfied and | she is lookin’ fi | ne, oh |
| G/B | C |
But you | pay for your satis | faction |
D | G |
Somewhere along the lin | e |
| G/B | C |
Well you p | ay for your sa | tisfaction |
D | G |
Somewhere along the li | ne |
| G | C |
Hey, it’s | good to be a | young man |
| Am | D |
And to | live the way you | please |
| G | C |
Yes, a | young man is the | king |
| C/B | Am | D |
Of | every | kingdom that he | sees |
| Em | D | C |
But there’s an | old and feeble | man not far | behind, oh |
| G | C |
And it | surely will catch | up to him |
D | G |
Somewhere along the | line |
| G | C |
Well, you | know it will catch | up to him |
D | G |
Somewhere along the | line |
| G | C |
Well, and it | surely will catch | up to him |
D | G |
Somewhere along the | line |
| D | D/F# | G | D/F# |
He a | lways found it h | ard to t | ake her | |
Em7 | A7sus4 | D | G/D |
She wouldn’t | listen to ad | vice | |
D | D9 | G | D/F# |
And though he | never tried to | make her | |
Em7 | G | G/B |
She often thought it would be | nice | |
A | A/C# | D/F# | D |
Oh, and now she’s h | eadin’ out to Calif | ornia | |
| A |
It’s been a | long time comin’ but she’s |
| A/C# | D/F# | D |
F | eeling like a woman | tonight | |
| A |
And she | left a little letter said |
| A/C# | D/F# |
She’s g | onna make a stop in Ne | vada |
G | D/F# | Em7 | A |
Good | bye, | good | bye |
D | D/F# | G | D/F# |
She tried for y | ears to be a | good wife | |
Em7 | A7sus4 | D | G/D |
It never | quite got off the | ground | |
D | D9 | G | D/F# |
And all those | stories of the | good life | |
Em7 | G | G/B |
Convinced her not to hang | around | |
A | A/C# | D/F# | D |
Oh, and now she’s h | eadin’ out to Calif | ornia | |
| A |
And she | doesn’t know what’s comin’ but |
| A/C# | D/F# | D |
She’s s | ure of what she’s leaving be | hind | |
| A |
And she | left a little letter said |
| A/C# | D/F# |
She’s g | onna make a stop in Ne | vada |
G | D/F# | Em7 | A |
Good | bye, | good | bye |
D | D/F# | G | Em7 | A7sus4 | D | C | A | D |
| | | | | | | | |
D | D/F# | G | D/F# |
And though she f | inds it hard to | leave him | |
Em7 | A7sus4 | D | G/D |
She knows it | would be worse to | stay | |
D | D9 | G | D/F# |
He wouldn’t | understand the | reasons | |
Em7 | G | G/B |
That make a woman run aw | ay | |
A | A/C# | D/F# | D |
Oh, and now she’s h | eadin’ out to Calif | ornia | |
| A |
With some | money in her pocket she’s a |
| A/C# | D/F# | D |
R | ocket on the fourth of Ju | ly | |
| A |
And she | left a little letter said |
| A/C# | D/F# | D |
She’s g | onna make a stop in Ne | vada | |
G | D/F# | Em7 | A |
Good | bye, | good | bye |
A | A/C# | D/F# | D |
Oh, and now she’s h | eadin’ out to Calif | ornia | |
| A |
With some | money in her pocket she’s a |
| A/C# | D/F# | D |
R | ocket on the fourth of Ju | ly | |
| A |
And she | left a little letter said |
| A/C# | D/F# |
She’s g | onna make a stop in Ne | vada |
G | D/F# | Em7 | A |
Good | bye, | good | bye |
| D | G | D/F# |
They say that | these are not the | best of | times |
| G | D/F# | Em7 | D/F# | A |
But t | hey’re the | only | times I’ve ever | known | |
| D | G | D/F# | G | D/F# |
And I be | lieve there is a | time for | medit | ation | |
| Em7 | A | E | A |
In cat | hedrals of our | own | → | |
F#/A# | Bm | Bm/A |
Now I have | seen that sad | surrender |
| G | G | D/F# |
In my | lover’s eyes | | |
| E | E/G# | A |
And | I can only | stand apart and | sympathize |
| D | Em7 | G |
For we are | always what our | situations | hand us |
| A | G | C | G |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → | |
A | D | C | G | A |
Sadness or eu | phoria | → | | |
| D | G | D/F# |
And so we’ll | argue and we’ll co | mpromi | se |
| G | D/F# | Em7 | D | A |
And r | eal | ize that n | othing’s really | changed | |
| D | G | D/F# |
For all our m | utual ex | perienc | e |
| G | D/F# | Em7 | A | E | A |
Our | separ | ate conc | lusions are the | same | → | |
F#/A# | Bm | Bm/A |
Now we are | forced to recog | nize our |
| E | E/G# | A |
Our | reason coex | ists with our in | sanity |
| D | Em7 | G |
And so we c | hoose between re | ality and m | adness |
| A | G | C | G |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → | |
E | E/G# | A | A |
D | Em7 | G | A |
G | C | G | A |
| → | | |
F#/A# | Bm | Bm/A | G | G | D/F# |
How thought | lessly we dissi | pate our ener | gies | | |
| E | E/G# | A |
Perh | aps we don’ | t fulfill each other’s | fantasies |
| D | Em7 | G |
So we | stand upon the | ledges of our liv | es |
| A | G | C | G |
With our resp | ective simi | larities | → | |
| A | G |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia |
| D | D/F# |
They say that | these are not the | best of times |
| Em7 | G | D | D/F# | Em7 | G |
But t | hey’re the only | times I’ve ever | known | | | |
| D | D/F# | Em7 |
And I be | lieve that there’s a | time for medit | ation |
| G | A7 | E | A |
In cat | hedrals of our | own | → | |
| F#/A# | Bm | Bm/A |
N | ow I have | seen that sad sur | render |
| G | G | D/F# |
In my | lover’s eyes | | |
| E7 | A7 |
And | I can only stand apart and | sympathize |
| G | D/F# | Em7 |
For we are | always what our | situations | hand us |
| A7 | G | C | G |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → | |
| D | D/F# |
And so we’ll | argue and we’ll co | mpromise |
| Em7 | G | D | D/F# | Em7 | G |
And r | ealize that n | othing’s really | changed | | | |
| D | D/F# |
For all our m | utual ex | perience |
| Em7 | G | A7 | E | A |
Our | separate conc | lusions are the | same | → | |
| F#/A# | Bm | Bm/A |
N | ow we are | forced to recog | nize our |
| E7 | A7 |
Our | reason coexists with our in | sanity |
| G | D/F# | Em7 |
And though we c | hoose between re | ality and m | adness |
| A7 | G | C | G |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → | |
D | D/F# | Em7 | G |
A7 | A7 | G | G |
D | D/F# | Em7 | G |
A7 | A7 | E | A | F#/A# |
| | → | | |
| Bm | Bm/A | G | G | D/F# |
How t | houghtlessly we di | ssipate our e | nergies | | |
| E7 | A7 |
Perh | aps we don’t fulfill each other’s | fantasies |
| G | D/F# | Em7 |
And as we | stand upon the | ledges of our liv | es |
| A7 | G | C | G |
With our resp | ective simi | larities | → | |
| A7 | G | C | G |
It’s either | sadness or eup | horia | → | |
G |
G | Em | F |
G | Em | F | C | D |
G | Em | F | C | G/B | Am | D |
| | | | | | |
| G | Em | F |
From a | town known a | s Wheeling, West Vi | rginia |
| G | Em | F | C | D |
Rode | a boy with a | six-gun in his | hand | | |
| G | Em | F | C |
And his | daring life of c | rime made him a le | gend in his t | ime |
| G/B | Am7 | D7sus |
East | and | west of the | Rio Grande |
| G | Em | F |
Well, he sta | rted with a | bank in Color | ado |
| G | Em | F | C | D |
In the po | cket of his v | est a Colt he h | id | | |
| G | Em |
And his | age and his s | ize |
| F | C | G/B |
Took the t | eller by surpr | ise | and |
Am7 | D7sus |
The word spread | of Billy the Kid |
| C | D | Em | Bm |
Well he | never traveled h | eavy, yes he | always rode al | one |
| C | C/D | F/G |
And he so | on put many o | lder guns to sha | me |
| C | D | Em | Bm |
And he ne | ver had a sw | eetheart, and he n | ever had a h | ome |
| C | Dsus4 | D |
But the | cowboy and the rancher knew his name | | |
| G | Em | F |
Well, he r | obbed his way from | Utah to Oklah | oma |
| G | Em | F | C | D |
And the l | aw just could not s | eem to track him | down | | |
| G | Em | F | C | G/B |
And it se | rved his legend | well, for the f | olks they’d love to te | ll | ’bout |
Am7 | D7sus |
When Billy the Kid | came to town |
| G | Em | F |
Well o | ne cold day a p | osse captured B | illy |
| G | Em | F | C | D |
And the j | udge said string him | up for what he | did | | |
| G | Em | F | C | G/B |
And the c | owboys and their | kin, like the s | ea came pourin’ | in to | to watch |
Am7 | D7sus |
The hangin’ | of Billy the Kid |
| C | D | Em | Bm |
Well he n | ever traveled he | avy, yes he | always rode al | one |
| C | C/D | F/G |
And he so | on put many | older guns to sh | ame |
| C | D | Em | Bm |
And he n | ever had a sw | eetheart, but he f | inally found a h | ome |
| C | Dsus4 | D |
Underne | ath the Boot Hill grave that bears his na | me | |
| G | Em | F |
From a t | own known as | Oyster Bay, Long I | sland |
| G | Em | F | C | D |
Rode a b | oy with a | six-pack in his h | and | | |
| G | Em | F | C |
And his d | aring life of c | rime made him a l | egend in his t | ime |
G/B | Am7 | D7sus |
East and w | est of the | Rio Grande |
| G | C | G/B | C |
I | am the entertainer and I | know just where | I | stand |
| C | G/B | C | D |
A | nother serenade | r and another | long-haired b | and |
| G | C |
To | day I am your champion, I | may have won your hearts |
| C | D |
But I | know the game, you’ll fo | rget my name |
| Am7 | Cmaj7 |
And I | won’t be here in | another year |
| D | G |
If I | don’t stay on the ch | arts |
| G | C/E | G/D | C |
I | am the entertainer and I’ve | had to pay | my | price |
| C | G/B | C | D |
The | things I did not | know at first I learned by | doin’ | twice |
| G |
Ah, but | still they come to haunt me |
| C/E | C |
S | till they want their | say |
| C | D |
So I’ve l | earned to dance with a h | and in my pants |
| Am7 | Cmaj7 |
Let ‘em | rub my neck and I | write ‘em a check |
| D | G |
And they | go their merry wa | y |
| G | C/E | G/D | C |
I | am the entertainer, | been all around | the | world |
| C | G/B | C | D |
I’ve | played all kinds of palace | s and laid all | kinds of | girls |
| G | C/E | C |
I | can’t remember faces, | I don’t remember | names |
| C | D |
Ah, but | what the hell, you know it’s | just as well |
| Am7 | Cmaj7 |
‘Cause a | fter a while and a t | housand miles |
D | G |
It all becomes the s | ame |
| G | C/E | G/D | C |
I | am the entertainer, I | bring to you | my | songs |
| C | G/B | C | D |
I’d | like to spend a | day or two, but I can’t | stay that | long |
| G | C/E | C |
No, I’ve | got to meet expenses, I | got to stay in | line |
| C | D |
Gotta | get those fees to the | agencies |
| Am7 | Cmaj7 |
And I’d | love to stay but there’s | bills to pay |
| D | G |
So I | just don’t have the ti | me |
| G | C/E | G/D | C |
I | am the entertainer, I | come to do | my | show |
| C | G/B | C | D |
You’ve | heard my latest recor | d, it’s been on the | radi | o |
| G |
Ah, it | took me years to write it, they were the |
C/E | C |
Best years of my | life |
| Cmaj7 | D |
It was a b | eautiful song, but it | ran too long |
| Am7 | C |
If you’re | gonna have a hit, you | gotta make it fit |
| D | G |
So they | cut it down to 3:0 | 5 |
G | C/E | G/D | C |
I am the entertainer, the | idol | of my | age |
| C | G/B | C | D |
I | make all kinds of mone | y when I go | on the | stage |
| G |
Ah, you’ve | seen me in the papers |
| C/E | C |
I’ve | been in the ma | gazines |
| C | D |
But if | I go cold I | won’t get sold |
| Am7 | C |
I’ll get | put in the back in the | discount rack |
| D | G |
Like a | nother can of be | ans |
| G | C/E | G/D | C |
I | am the entertainer and I | know just where | I | stand |
| C | G/B | C | D |
A | nother serenader and | another | long-haired b | and |
| G | C/E | C |
To | day I am your champion, I | may have won your | hearts |
| C | D |
But I | know the game, you’ll fo | rget my name |
| Am7 | Cmaj7 |
And I | won’t be here in | another year |
| D | G |
If I | don’t stay on the ch | arts |
Em | Em/D | Cmaj7 | Cmaj7 | B | B | Cmaj7 | Cmaj7 |
E | E/F# | E/G# | Am | Am/G | D/F# | C/E |
| → | | | | | |
Em | Em/D | Cmaj7 | Cmaj7 | B | B | Cmaj7 | Cmaj7 |
E | E/F# | E/G# | Am | Am/G | D/F# | C/E |
| → | | | | | |
| Em | Am | Em |
Well we | all have a face that we | hide away for | ever |
| Am | C | D | B7 |
And we | take them out and | show ourselves when | everyone has gone | |
| Em | Am | Em |
Some are | satin some are steel some are | silk and some are | leather |
| Am | D | Bm | Em |
They’re the | faces of the | stranger but we | love to try them | on |
| Em | Am | Em |
Well we | all fall in love but we | disregard the | danger |
| Am | C | D | B7 |
Though we | share so many | secrets there are | some we never tell | |
| Em | Am | Em |
Why were | you so surprised that you | never saw the | stranger? |
| Am | D | Bm | Em |
Did you | ever let your | lover see the | stranger in your | self? |
Gmaj7 | GmM7 | D/F# |
Don’t be af | raid to try a | gain |
D7 | Gmaj7 | GmM7 | D/F# | D7 |
Everyone goes | south e | very now and | then, | oh oh |
Gmaj7 | GmM7 | D/F# |
You’ve done it, | why can’t someone | else? |
D7 | Bm7 | Bbaug | A6 | B7 |
You should know by | now | you’ve been there your | self | |
| Em | Am | Em |
Once I | used to believe I was | such a great ro | mancer |
| Am | C | D | B7 |
Then I | came home to a | woman that I | could not recognize | |
| Em | Am | Em |
When I | pressed her for a reason she re | fused to even | answer |
| Am | D | Bm | Em |
It was | then I felt the | stranger kick me | right between the | eyes |
| Em | Am | Em |
Well we | all fall in love but we | disregard the | danger |
| Am | C | D | B7 |
Though we | share so many | secrets there are | some we never tell | |
| Em | Am | Em |
Why were | you so surprised that you | never saw the | stranger |
| Am | D | Bm | Em |
Did you | ever let your | lover see the | stranger in your | self? |
Gmaj7 | GmM7 | D/F# |
Don’t be af | raid to try a | gain |
D7 | Gmaj7 | GmM7 | D/F# | D7 |
Everyone goes | south e | very now and | then, | oh oh |
Gmaj7 | GmM7 | D/F# |
You’ve done it, | why can’t someone | else? |
D7 | Bm7 | Bbaug | A6 | B7 |
You should know by | now | you’ve been there your | self | |
| Em | Am | Em |
You may | never understand how the | stranger is ins | pired |
| Am | C | D | B7 |
But he | isn’t always | evil and he | is not always wrong | |
| Em | Am | Em |
Though you | drown in good intentions you will | never quench the | fire |
| Am | D | Bm | Em |
You’ll give | in to your de | sire when the | stranger comes a | long |
D |
Hey lord, take a look all around |
| G | C | D |
To | night to find where my | baby’s gonna | be |
| G |
Hey lord, would ya look out for her to | night |
| C | C/B | A |
‘Cause she is | far ac | ross the | sea |
D | G | C |
Hey lord, would ya | look out for her to | night |
| F | Bb |
And make sure that | she’s gonna be al | right |
| A | D |
And things are gonna | be alright with | me |
D | G |
Hey lord, would ya look out for her to | night |
| C | D | G | D | A |
And make sure that | all her dreams are | sweet | | | |
D | G |
Said now, would ya guide her along the | roads |
| C | C/B | A |
And make them | softer | for her | feet |
D | G9 | C |
Hey lord, would ya | look out for her to | night |
| F | Bb |
And make sure that | she’s gonna be al | right |
| A | D |
Until she’s | home and here with | me |
D | G |
Hey, lord would ya look out for her to | night |
| C | D | G | D | A |
If she is | sleepin’ under the | sky | | | |
D | G |
Said now, make sure the ground she’s | sleepin’ on |
| C | C/B | A |
Is | always | warm and | dry |
D | G | C |
Mmmm, don’tcha | give her too much | rain |
| F | Bb |
Try to | keep her away from | pain |
| A | D |
Because my | baby hates to c | ry |
D | G |
Hey lord, would ya look out for her to | night |
| C | D | G | D | A |
‘Cause it gets | rough along the | way | | | |
D | G |
Said now, this song seems strange it’s | just because |
| C | C/B | A |
I | don’t know | how to | pray |
D | G9 | C |
Mmmm, won’tcha | give her peace of | mind |
| F | Bb |
And if you | ever find the | time |
| A | D |
Won’tcha tell her I | miss her every | day |
D |
Hey lord, take a look all around |
| G | C | D | G | D | A |
To | night to find where my | baby’s gonna | be | | | |
D | G |
Hey lord, would ya look out for her to | night |
| C | C/B | A |
‘Cause she is | far ac | ross the | sea |
D | G9 | C |
Hey lord, would ya | look out for her to | night |
| F | Bb |
And make sure that | she’s gonna be al | right |
| A | D |
Until she’s | home and here with | me |
|-G+------F7--------G-Cm-D7-G/D-|
|------------------------------|
E|-7----7--5-5/7\5-3-3-3--2--3---|
B|-8----8--4---------3-4--1--3---|
G|-8-876---5---------4-5--2--4---|
D|-------------------5-------0---|
G+ | G9+/F | F#dim7 | C/G |
Am7b5/D# | D7 | G |
| | |
Em | G |
Slow down, you c | razy child |
| D | F |
You’re s | o ambitious for a | juvenile |
| C |
But then if | you’re so smart, tell me |
G | A7 | B9 | B7 |
Why are you still so afraid? | | → | |
Em | G |
Where’s the fire, what’s the | hurry about? |
| D | F |
You’d better | cool it off before you | burn it out |
| C |
You’ve got | so much to do and |
| G | F#m7 | B9 | B7 |
Only | so many hours in a | day | → | |
C | D |
But you know that when the | truth is told |
| G | D/F# | Em | Em/D |
That you can | get what you | want or you can | just get old | |
| C | F#m7 |
You’re gonna | kick off before you | even |
| B7 | Em7 | A7 |
Get hal | fway throug | h, ooh o | oh |
| D#9 | D7 | G |
When will you realize | | Vienna waits for | you? |
Em | G |
Slow down, you’re | doing fine |
| D | F |
You can’t be | everything you want to be befor | e your time |
| C | G | A7 |
Although it’s | so romantic on the | borderline tonight | |
Em | G |
Too bad but it’s the | life you lead |
| D | F |
You’re so ah | ead of yourself that you for | got what you need |
| C |
Though you can | see when you’re wrong, you know |
| G | F#m7 |
You can’ | t always see when you’re right | |
C | D |
You’ve got your passion, you’ve | got your pride |
| G | D/F# | Em | Em/D |
But do | n’t you know that | only fools are | satisfied? | |
C | F#m7 |
Dream on, but don’t im | agine they’ll |
B7 | Em7 | A7 |
All come true | , ooh o | oh |
| D#9 | D7 | G |
When will you realize | | Vienna waits for | you? |
C | D7 |
Slow down you | crazy child |
| G | D/F# | Em | Em/D |
And take the | phone off the | hook and disap | pear for a while | |
C | F#m7 |
It’s all right, you can afford | to lose a |
B7 | Em | A7 |
Day or two | , ooh o | oh |
| D#9 | D7 | G |
When will you realize | | Vienna waits for | you? |
C | D |
And you know that when the | truth is told |
| G | D/F# | Em | Em/D |
That you can | get what you | want or you can | just get old | |
| C | F#m7 |
You’re gonna | kick off before you | even |
| B7 | Em7 | A7 |
Get hal | fway throug | h, ooh o | oh |
| D#9 | D7 | G | E7 |
Why don’t you realize | | Vienna waits for | you? | |
| Em7/A | D7 |
When will you | realize, | Vienna waits for... |
A | E |
Today I’m livin’ like a | rich man’s son |
G | D |
Tomorrow morning I could | be a bum |
A | E |
It doesn’t matter which di | rection though |
G | D |
I know a woman in New M | exico |
Bm7 | E |
Worse comes to | worst |
Bm7 | E |
I don’t know | how but sometimes |
A | E |
And if I don’t have a c | ar I’ll hitch |
G | D |
I got a thumb and she’s a s | on of a bitch |
A | E |
I do my writing on my r | oad guitar |
G | D |
And make a living at a pi | ano bar, oh |
Bm7 | E |
Worse comes to | worst |
Bm7 | E |
I don’t know | how but sometimes |
G | D |
Lightning and th | under |
| A | E |
F | lashed across the roads we drove upo | n |
G | D |
Oh, but it’s clear skies we’re u | nder |
| F#m | E |
W | hen I am together, w | hen I sing the song |
Bm7 | E |
Worse comes to | worst |
Bm7 | E |
I don’t know | how but sometimes |
Bm7 | E |
I can be s | trong, oh |
A | E |
Fun ain’t easy if | it ain’t free |
G | D |
Too many people got a | hold on me |
A | E |
But I know something that | they don’t know |
G | D |
I know a woman in New | Mexico |
Bm7 | E |
Worse comes to | worst |
Bm7 | E |
I don’t know | how but sometimes |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
Finished with my woman ‘cause she | couldn’t help me | with | my | mind |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
People think I’m insane because | I am frowning | all | the time | |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
All day long I think of things but | nothing seems to | sat | is | fy |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t fin | d something to | pac | i | fy |
| Am | G |
Occupy my brai | n, oh | yeah |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
I need someone to show me the | things in life that | I | can’t f | ind |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
I can’t see the things that make true | happiness I | must | be b | lind |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
Make a joke and I will sigh and | you will laugh and | I | will cr | y |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
Happiness I cannot feel, so | love for me is | so | unreal | |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
And so as you hear these words tel | ling you now | of | my | fate |
Am | G | C | G | Am |
I tell you to enjoy life I | wish I could but | it’s | too lat | e |
D5 | E5 |
| Generals gathered in their masses |
D5 | E5 |
| Just like witches at black masses |
D5 | E5 |
| Evil minds that plot destruction |
D5 | E5 |
| Sorcerers of death’s construction |
D5 | E5 |
| In the fields the bodies burning |
D5 | E5 |
| As the war machine keeps turning |
D5 | E5 |
| Death and hatred to mankind |
D5 | E5 |
| Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah! |
D5 | E5 | G | F# | F | E5 |
D5 | E5 | G | F# | F | E5 |
| | | | | |
E5 |
Politicians hide themselves away |
E5 |
They only started the war |
E5 |
Why should they go out to fight? |
E5 |
They leave that role to the poor |
E5 |
Time will tell on their power minds |
E5 |
Making war just for fun |
E5 |
Treating people just like pawns in chess |
E5 |
Wait till their judgment day comes, yeah! |
D5 | E5 | G | F# | F | E5 |
D5 | E5 | G | F# | F | E5 |
| | | | | |
D5 | E5 |
| Now in darkness, world stops turning |
D5 | E5 |
| Ashes where the bodies burning |
D5 | E5 |
| No more war pigs have the power |
D5 | E5 |
| Hand of God has struck the hour |
D5 | E5 |
| Day of judgment, God is calling |
D5 | E5 |
| On their knees, the war pigs crawling |
D5 | E5 |
| Begging mercy for their sins |
D5 | E5 |
| Satan, laughing, spreads his wings, alright now! |
D5 | E5 | G | F# | F | E5 |
D5 | E5 | G | F# | F | E5 |
| | | | | |
E | B | E7 | A |
I can’t stop this | feeling | deep inside of | me |
Am | E | B | B7 |
Girl, you just don’t | realize what you | do to me | |
| E | G#7 |
When you | hold me in your | arms so tight |
| C#m | E7 |
You let me | know every | thing’s alright |
A | B | E | B |
I-I-I-I- | I, I’m hooked on a | feeling | |
| A | B |
I’m high on | believing | |
| E | G#m | A | B |
That you’re in | love with | me | | |
E | B | E7 | A |
Lips as sweet as | candy their | taste is on my | mind |
Am | E | B | B7 |
Girl you got me | thirsty for | another cup of | wine |
E | B | E7 | A |
Got a bug fr | om you girl bu | t I don’t need n | o cure |
Am | E | B | B7 |
I just stay a | victim if I | can for sure | |
| E | G#7 |
All the | good love when we’re | all alone |
| C#m | E7 |
Keep it | up girl, yeah you | turn me on |
A | B | E | B |
I-I-I-I- | I, I’m hooked on a | feeling | |
| A | B |
I’m high on | believing | |
| E | G#m | A | B |
That you’re in | love with | me | | |
| E | G#7 |
All the | good love when we’re | all alone |
| C#m | E7 |
Keep it | up girl yeah you | turn me on |
A | B | E | B |
I-I-I-I- | I, I’m hooked on a | feeling | |
| A | B |
I’m high on | believing | |
| E | G#m | A | B |
That you’re in | love with | me | | |
G | D | Am | Am7 |
Mama, | take this badge from | me | |
G | D | C |
I can’t | use it any | more |
G | D | Am | Am7 |
It’s gettin’ | dark, too dark to | see | |
G | D | C |
Feels like I’m | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
G | D | C |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
G | D | Am |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
G | D | C | C7 |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door | |
G | D | C |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
G | D | Am | Am7 |
Mama, | put my guns in the | ground | |
G | D | C |
I can’t | shoot them any | more |
G | D | Am | Am7 |
That long black | cloud is comin’ | down | |
G | D | C |
I feel like I’m | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
G | D | C |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
G | D | Am |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
G | D | C | C7 |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door | |
G | D | C |
Knock, knock, | knockin’ on heaven’s | door |
|-5-3---------------|
|-----5-3-1-5-3-1---|
|-----------------3-|
Am | Em |
But I did not shoot the | deputy |
Am | Em |
But I did not shoot the | deputy |
C | Bm | Em |
All aro | und in my h | ome town |
C | Bm | Em |
They’re trying to | track me d | own |
| C | Bm | Em |
They | say they want to | bring me in g | uilty |
| C | Bm | Em |
For the | killing of a | deputy | |
| C | Bm | Em |
For the | life of a | depu | ty |
But I say
Am | Em |
But I swear it was in s | elf-defense |
Am | Em |
And they say it is a ca | pital offense |
C | Bm | Em |
Sheriff | John Brown a | lways hated me |
C | Bm | Em |
For wha | t I don’t k | now |
C | Bm | Em |
Every t | ime that I p | lant a seed |
| C | Bm | Em |
He said “ | Kill it | before it g | rows” |
| C | Bm | Em |
He said “ | Kill it | before it g | rows” |
I say
Am | Em |
But I swear it was in s | elf-defense |
Am | Em |
But I swear it was in s | elf-defense |
C | Bm | Em |
Freedom | came my way | one day |
C | Bm | Em |
And I st | arted out of | town yeah |
C | Bm | Em |
All of a s | udden I see s | heriff John Brown |
C | Bm | Em |
Aiming to s | hoot me d | own |
| C | Bm | Em |
So | I shot, | I s | hot him down |
I say
Am | Em |
But I did not shoot the | deputy |
Am | Em |
But I didn’t shoot the | deputy |
C | Bm | Em |
Reflexes | got the b | etter of me |
C | Bm | Em |
And what | is to be | must be |
C | Bm | Em |
Every d | ay the bucket f | alls to the well |
C | Bm | Em |
But one day the | bottom will | drop out |
C | Bm | Em |
Yes, one d | ay the bottom will | drop out |
But I say
Am | Em |
But I didn’t shoot the | deputy, oh no |
Am | Em |
But I did not shoot no | deputy |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, no | cry, | said, said |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Said I rememb | er | when we used to sit | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
In the government yar | d in | Trenchtown | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Ob, observ | ing | all the hypo | crits |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
As they would | mingle with | all the good people we meet | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Good friends we have | , | good friends we’ve los | t |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
| Along the | way | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
In this great fut | ure, you | can’t forget your past | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
So dry | your tears I | say | |
| G | D/F# | Em | C |
No | woman, | no cry | | |
| G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, | no cry | | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Here little darling | , | don’t shed no tears | |
| G | C | G | D/F# |
No | | woman, no | cry, | said, said |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Said I rememb | er | when we used to sit | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
In the government yar | d in | Trenchtown | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
And then | Georgie would | make the fire light | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
As it was like a | wood | burning through the night | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Then we would cook | | cornmeal porridge | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Of | which I’ll | share with you | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
My feet | | is my only | carriage, and so |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
I’ve | got to push on | through, but | while I’m gone |
| G | D/F# | Em | C |
Everyt | hing’s gonna | be alright, | everything’s gonna | be alright |
| G | D/F# | Em | C |
Everyt | hing’s gonna | be alright, | everything’s gonna | be alright |
| G | D/F# | Em | C |
Everyt | hing’s gonna | be alright, | everything’s gonna | be alright |
| G | D/F# | Em | C |
Everyt | hing’s gonna | be alright, | everything’s gonna | be alright |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
No my little | sister | don’t shed no | tears |
G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Said I rememb | er | when we used to sit | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
In the government yar | d in | Trenchtown | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
And then | Georgie would | make the fire light | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
As it was like a | wood | burning through the night | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Then we would cook | | cornmeal porridge | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Of | which I’ll | share with you | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
My feet | | is my only | carriage, and so |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
I’ve | got to push on | through, but | while I’m gone |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Oh my little | darlin’ | don’t shed no | tears |
G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, no | cry | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Little | darlin’, | don’t shed no tears | |
| G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, | no cry | | |
G | D/F# | Em | C |
Little | sister don’t s | hed no tears | |
| G | C | G | D/F# |
No | woman, | no cry | | |
| Em |
On a | long and lonesome highway east of Omaha |
| D |
You can | listen to the engine, moanin’ out its one note song |
| A | Em |
You can | think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night | before |
| Em |
And your | thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do |
| D |
When you’re | riding sixteen hours and there’s nothing much to do |
| A | Em |
You | don’t feel much like writing, you just wish the trip was through | |
| D | Em |
But here I | am, on the | road again |
| D | Em |
Here I | am, up on | stage |
| D | A |
Here I | go, playing the | star again |
| C | D | Em |
There I | go, | turn the | page |
Em |
You walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road |
| D |
And you | feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the cold |
| A | Em |
You | pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to | explode |
Em |
Sometimes you can hear ‘em talk, other times you can’t |
| D |
And it’s all the | same cliches is that a woman or a man |
| A | Em |
And you | always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a | stand |
| D | Em |
But here I | am, on the | road again |
| D | Em |
Here I | am, up on | stage |
| D | A |
Here I | go, playing the | star again |
| C | D | Em |
There I | go, | turn the | page |
Em |
Out there in the spotlight, you’re a million miles away |
D |
Every ounce of energy you try to give away |
| A | Em |
And the | sweat pours out your body like the music that you | play |
Em |
Later on that evening, as you lie awake in bed |
| D |
The | echoes of the amplifiers ringin’ in your head |
| A | Em |
And you | smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said | |
| D | Em |
But here I | am, on the | road again |
| D | Em |
Here I | am, up on | stage |
| D | A |
Here I | go, playing the | star again |
| C | D | Em |
There I | go, | turn the | page |
| D | Em |
But here I | am, on the | road again |
| D | Em |
Here I | am, up on | stage |
| D | A |
Here I | go, playing the | star again |
| C | D | Em |
There I | go, | there I | go |
How you doin’ out there?
You ever seem to have one of those days
When everyone seemed to be on your case
From your teacher all the way down
To your best girlfriend?
Well you know that used to happen just about all the time
But I found a way to get out of it
Let me tell you 'bout it
| A |
S | ittin’ in the classroom thinkin’ it’s a drag |
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L | istening to the teacher rap just ain’t my bag |
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When t | wo bells ring you know that’s my cue |
| F |
G | onna meet the boys on floor number two |
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Sm | okin’ in the boys room, sm | okin’ in the boys room |
| E | D |
Now t | eacher don’t you fill me | up with your rules |
E | D | A |
Everybody knows that sm | okin’ ain’t allowed in sch | ool |
| A |
C | heckin’ out the halls makin’ sure the coast is clear |
| F |
L | ookin’ in the stalls, no there ain’t nobody here |
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My buddies Sixx, Mick, and Tom |
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To | get caught would surely be the death of us all |
| D | A |
Sm | okin’ in the boys room, sm | okin’ in the boys room |
| E | D |
Now t | eacher don’t you fill me | up with your rules |
E | D | A |
Everybody knows that sm | okin’ ain’t allowed in sch | ool |
| A |
P | ut me to work in the school book store |
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Ch | eck-out counter and I got bored |
| A |
Te | acher was lookin’ for me all around |
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T | wo hours later you know where I was found |
| D | A |
Sm | okin’ in the boys room, yes indeed, I was sm | okin’ in the boys room |
| E | D |
Now t | eacher don’t you fill me | up with your rules |
E | D | A |
Everybody knows that sm | okin’ ain’t allowed in sch | ool |
One more...
| D | A |
Sm | okin’ in the boys room, sm | okin’ in the boys room |
| E | D |
Now t | eacher I ain’t foolin’ ar | ound with your rules |
E | D | A |
Everybody knows that sm | okin’ ain’t allowed in sch | ool |
Em | C | D | Em |
Take me | now, baby, | here as I | am |
Em | C | D | Em |
Pull me | close try and | understand | |
Em | C | D | Em |
Worked all | day out in | the hot | sun |
Em | C | D | Em |
Break my | back till the | evening | comes |
C | D | G | D |
Come on | now, try and | under | stand |
| Em | C | D |
I | worked all | day pushing for the | man |
G | C | D |
Take my | hand as the sun des | cends |
| F | Em | B |
They | can’t hurt us now, | can’t hurt us now, | can’t hurt us now |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night be | longs | to | lovers |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night bel | ongs | to u | s |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night be | longs | to | lovers |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night bel | ongs | to u | s |
Em | C | D | Em |
What I | got, baby, | I have | earned |
Em | C | D | Em |
What I’m | not, baby, | I have | learned |
Em | C | D | Em |
Love is an | angel that | comes at | dusk |
Em | C | D | Em |
Stay in my | bed till the | evening | comes |
C | D | G | D |
Come on | now, try and | under | stand |
| Em | C | D |
The | way I | feel under your com | mand |
G | C | D |
Take my | hand as the sun des | cends |
| F | Em | B |
They | can’t hurt us now, | can’t hurt us now, | can’t hurt us now |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night be | longs | to | lovers |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night bel | ongs | to u | s |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night be | longs | to | lovers |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night bel | ongs | to u | s |
| G | D | D | G | G | D | D | Em | D | D |
In | love | we | sleep, | with do | ubt | the vi | cious circle | turns | and b | urns |
G | G | D | D | Em | D | D | G | G | D |
With | out | you | oh I cannot | live, | forgi | ve | with | out the | time has come to |
C | G | G | C |
Take | the | moment | out |
| Em | G/D | C | B |
They | can’t hurt us now, | can’t hurt us now, | can’t hurt us now | |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night be | longs | to | lovers |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night bel | ongs | to u | s |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night be | longs | to | lovers |
Em | C | C | D | Em |
Because | the night bel | ongs | to u | s |
D | G | A | D |
Madman drummers bummers and | Indians in the summer with a | teenage diplomat | |
| D | G | A | D |
In the | dumps with the mumps as the | adolescent pumps his | way into his h | at |
| D | G | A | D |
With a | boulder on my shoulder, | feelin’ kinda older I | tripped the merry-go- | round |
| D | G | A | D |
With this | very unpleasing, | sneezing and wheezing, the ca | lliope crashed to the groun | d |
| G | A | D |
The ca | lliope | crashed to the groun | d |
| D | G | A | D |
Some | all-hot half-shot was | headin’ for a hot spot | snappin’ his fingers clappin’ his hand | s |
| D | G | A | D |
And some | fleshpot mascot was | tied into a lover’s knot with a | whatnot in her han | d |
| D | G | A | D |
And now | young Scott with a slingshot | finally found a tender spot and | throws his lover in the san | d |
| D | G | A | D |
And some | bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, “ | Daddy’s within earshot, save the | buckshot, turn up the band” | |
| G | A | D |
And she was | blinded | by the | light |
| G | A | D |
Oh, cut | loose like a | deuce another | runner in the night |
| G | A | D | Bm |
Bli | nded | by the | light | |
A | G | D |
She got down but she never got tight, but she’ll | make it al | right |
| D | G | A | D |
Some | brimstone baritone | anti-cyclone rolling stone | preacher from the Eas | t |
| D | G | A | D |
He says, “ | Dethrone the dictaphone, | hit it in its funny bone, that’s | where they expect it least | ” |
| D | G | A | D |
And some | new-mown chaperone | standin’ in the corner all alone | watchin’ the young girls danc | e |
| D | G | A | D |
And some | fresh-sown moonstone was | messin’ with his frozen zone to rem | ind him of the feeling of ro | mance |
| G | A | D |
And he was | blinded | by the | light |
| G | A | D |
Oh, cut | loose like a | deuce another | runner in the night |
| G | A | D | Bm |
Bli | nded | by the | light | |
A | G | D |
He got down but he never got tight, but | he’s gonna make it | |
| A | G | D |
Some | silicone sister with her manager’s mister | told me I got what it | takes |
| A | G | D |
She said, “I’ll | turn you on sonny, to something strong if you’ll play that | song with the funky | break” |
| A | G | D |
And | Go-cart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart to | see if it was safe to go out | side |
| A | G | D |
And | little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and | asked me if I needed a | ride |
| D | G | A | D |
Oh, some | hazard from Harvard was | skunked on beer playin’ | backyard bombardier | |
| D | G |
Yes and | Scotland Yard was trying hard, they | sent some dude with a calling card who said |
A | D |
“Do what you like, but don’t do it here” | |
| D | G | A | D |
Well, I | jumped up, turned around, | spit in the air, fell on the ground, | asked him which was the way back | home |
| D | G | A | D |
He said, “Take a | right at the light, keep goin’ | straight until night, and then | , boys, you’re on your own” | |
| D | G | A | D |
And now in | Zanzibar a shootin’ star was | ridin’ in a side car | hummin’ a lunar tune | |
| D | G |
Yes, and the | avatar said, "Blow the bar but | first remove the cookie jar |
| A | D |
We’re gonna | teach those boys to laugh too soon" | |
| D | G | A | D |
And some | kidnapped handicap was comp | lainin’ that he caught the clap from some | mousetrap he bought last nigh | t |
| D | G | A | D |
Well I un | snapped his skull cap, be | tween his ears I saw a gap and f | igured he’d be all righ | t |
| G | A | D |
He was just | blinded | by the | light |
| G | A | D |
Cut | loose like a | deuce another | runner in the night |
| G | A | D | Bm |
Bli | nded | by the | light | |
A | G |
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the | sun |
D | G | D |
Whoa, but mama that’s where the | fun is, ooh yeah | |
| G | A | D |
I was just | blinded | by the | light |
| G | A | D |
Cut | loose like a | deuce another | runner in the night |
| G | A | D | Bm |
Bli | nded | by the | light | |
A | G |
We got down but we never got tight, we’re gonna m | ake it |
| D |
In the d | ay we sweat it out in the streets |
| G | A |
Of a r | unaway American dr | eam |
| D |
At n | ight we ride through mansions of glory |
| G | G/F# |
Spr | ung from cages out on h | ighway 9 |
| Em |
Chrome wh | eeled, fuel injected |
| G/F# | D | D9 |
And st | eppin’ out over the lin | e, | oh |
| G | G/F# |
B | aby this town rips the b | ones from your back |
| Em | G/F# |
It’s a d | eath trap, it’s a s | uicide rap |
| D | Bm |
We gotta g | et out while we’re y | oung |
| A | D |
B | aby we were born to r | un |
| D |
Wendy l | et me in I wanna be your friend |
| G | A |
I wanna g | uard your dreams and v | isions |
| D |
Just wr | ap your legs ‘round these velvet rims |
| G | A |
And str | ap your hands ‘cross my | engines |
| G | G/F# |
Tog | ether we could b | reak this trap |
| Em |
We’ll | run till we drop |
G/F# | D | D9 |
Baby we’ll never go b | ack, | oh |
| G | G/F# |
Will you w | alk with me out on the | wire? |
| Em | G/F# |
‘Cause | baby I’m just a scared and | lonely rider |
| D | Bm |
But I g | otta know how it | feels |
| G |
I want to kn | ow if love is wild |
| A | D |
Babe I w | ant to know if love is r | eal |
| C |
Bey | ond the Palace hemi-powered drones |
| F |
Sc | ream down the boulevard |
| G |
The girls | comb their hair in rearview mirrors |
| A# |
And the | boys try to look so hard |
| C |
The amu | sement park rises bold and stark |
| F |
Kids are | huddled on the beach in a mist |
| G |
I wanna | die with you Wendy on the streets tonight |
| A# |
In an | everlasting kiss |
| D |
The h | ighway’s jammed with broken heroes on a |
| G | A |
L | ast chance power d | rive |
| D |
Everyb | ody’s out on the run tonight but there’s |
| G | A |
N | o place left to | hide |
| G | G/F# |
Tog | ether Wendy we’ll l | ive with the sadness |
| Em | G/F# | D | D9 |
I’ll l | ove you with all the | madness in my s | oul, | oh |
| G | G/F# |
S | omeday girl I | don’t know when we’re gonna |
| G/F# | D |
Where we r | eally want to g | o |
| Bm |
And we’ll walk in the | sun |
| G | A | D | Bm |
But till then tr | amps like us b | aby we were born to r | un | |
| G | A | D | Bm |
Ah honey tr | amps like us b | aby we were born to r | un | |
| G | A | D |
Come on Wendy tr | amps like us b | aby we were born to r | un |
| D | G | D |
A | screen door slams, | Mary’s | dress waves |
| G |
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the | radio plays |
| A |
Roy Orbison singing for the | lonely |
| D | G |
Hey that’s | me and I want you | only |
| D | A |
Don’t turn me home again, I | just can’t face myself a | lone again |
| D | G | D |
Don’t | run back inside, darlin, | you know just what I’m | here for |
So you're scared and you're thinking that
F#m | G |
Maybe we ain’t that | young any more |
| A |
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the | night |
| D | G |
You ain’t a | beauty but hey you’re all | right |
| D | A |
Oh and | that’s alright with | me |
| D | Bm |
You can | hide beneath your covers and | study your pain |
| D | G |
Make | crosses from your lovers, throw | roses in the rain |
D | F#m |
Waste your summer | praying in vain for a |
G | A |
Savior to rise from these | streets |
| D | Bm |
Well now | I’m no hero that’s | understood |
| D | G |
All the re | demption I can offer girl is | beneath this dirty hood |
D | F#m |
With a chance to make it | good somehow hey |
G | A |
What else can we do | now except |
D | G | D |
Roll down the window and | let the wind blow | back your hair |
Well the night’s busting open these
F#m | G |
Two lanes can take us | anywhere |
| A |
We got one last chance to make it | real |
| D | G |
To | trade in these wings on some | wheels |
| D | A |
Climb in back, heaven’s | waiting down on the | tracks |
D | Bm |
Oh come | take my hand |
| D | G |
We’re | ridin’ out tonight to | case the promised land |
D | F#m | G | A |
Oh | oh thunder road, | oh thunder road, | oh thunder road |
D | G/B |
Lyin’ out there like a | killer in the sun |
| D | G |
Hey | I know it’s late, we can | make it if we run |
D | F#m | G | A | D |
Oh | oh thunder road, sit | tight, take | hold, thunder | road |
| G | A6 | D |
Well I | got this guitar and I | learned how to make it | talk |
| Bm |
And my | car’s out back if you’re |
| Gmaj7 | A |
Ready to take that | long | walk |
| G | A |
From your | front porch to my front | seat |
| F#m | Bm |
The door’s | open but the ride it ain’t | free |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | G/D |
And | I know you’re | hungry for words that | I ain’t | spoken |
| A |
To | night we’ll be free, all the promises will be broken |
| D | G | D |
There were | ghosts in the eyes of | all the boys you | sent away |
| D | F#m |
They haunt this | dusty beach road in the | skeleton frames of |
| A |
They scream your name at night in the | street |
| D | G |
Your graduation | gown lies in rags at their | feet |
| F#m |
And in the | lonely cool before dawn |
| G |
You hear their | engines roaring on |
| G | A |
But when you | get to the porch, they’re | gone |
| G | Em |
On the | wind, so Mary climb | in |
| G | A | D |
It’s a | town full of losers, and I’m | pulling out of here to w | in |
D | A | D | G |
D | A |
G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |
→ | → | → | |
D | Dm | A | A7 |
Nobody doe | s it be | tter | |
D | Dm | A | A7 |
Makes me feel sa | d for the | rest | |
D | Dm6 | C#7#5 | F#m7 |
Nobody | does it | half as | good as you |
Bm7 | D/E | A | Adim7 | G#dim7 |
| Baby you’re the | best | → | |
A | A/C# | D | Dm |
I wasn’t lo | oking, | but somehow you fo | und me |
A | A/C# | B9 | A#9 |
I tried to | hide from your l | ove l | ight |
A | A/C# |
But like heaven ab | ove me |
D | Dm |
The spy who lo | ved me |
| C#7 | F#7b9 | Bm7 | E7sus4 | A | A7 |
Is | keeping | all my | secrets sa | fe ton | ight | |
| D | Dm | A | A7 |
And | nobody doe | s it b | etter | |
D | Dm | A | A7 |
Though sometimes I w | ish som | eone could | |
D | Dm6 | C#7#5 | F#m7 |
Nobody | does it | quite the | way you do |
Bm7 | D/E | A |
Why’d you | have to be so | good |
A | A/C# | D | Dm |
The way that you | hold me, | whenever you h | old me |
A | A/C# | B9 | A#9 |
There’s some kind of | magic ins | ide | you |
A | A/C# |
That keeps me from | running |
D | Dm |
But just keep it c | oming |
| C#7 | F#7b9 | Bm7 | E7sus4 | A | A7 |
How | ’d you | learn to | do the t | hings you | do? | |
D | Dm | A | Asus4 |
Nobody doe | s it be | tter | |
D | Dm | A |
Makes me feel so sa | d f | or the rest |
D | Dm6 | C#7#5 | F#m7 |
Nobody | does it | half as | good as you |
Dmaj7 | D#7b9 | E7 | A | A/C# |
| Darlin’ | you’re the | best | |
D | F | G | A | A/C# |
| Baby | you’re the | best | |
D | F | G | A | A/C# |
| Darlin’ | you’re the | best | |
D | F | G | A |
| Baby | you’re the | best |
Am | D7 | G |
La la la | la la la | la |
| Cmaj7 | F |
La la la la | la la | la |
Dm | E | E7 |
La la la la la la | la | |
Am | D7 | G |
Now that I’ve | lost everything to | you |
| Cmaj7 | F |
You say you | wanna start something | new |
| Dm | E |
And it’s | breakin’ my heart you’re | leavin’ |
Baby, I’m grievin’
Am | D7 | G |
But if you wanna | leave, take good | care |
| Cmaj7 | F |
Hope you have a | lot of nice things to | wear |
| Dm | E | G7 |
But then a | lot of nice things turn | bad out | there |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C |
It’s hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C | Dm | E |
I’ll always re | member you like a | child, girl | | |
Am | D7 | G |
You know I’ve seen a | lot of what the world can | do |
| Cmaj7 | F |
And it’s | breakin’ my heart in | two |
| Dm | E |
Because I | never wanna see you a | sad, girl |
Don’t be a bad girl
Am | D7 | G |
But if you wanna | leave, take good | care |
| Cmaj7 | F |
Hope you make a | lot of nice friends out | there |
| Dm | E | G7 |
But just re | member there’s a lot of bad, | and be | ware |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C |
It’s hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C | Dm | E |
I’ll always re | member you like a | child, girl | | |
Am | D7 | G |
La la la | la la la | la |
| Cmaj7 | F |
La la la la | la la | la |
Dm | E |
La la la la la la | la |
Am | D7 | G |
But if you wanna | leave, take good | care |
| Cmaj7 | F |
Hope you make a | lot of nice friends out | there |
| Dm | E | G7 |
But just re | member there’s a lot of bad, | and be | ware |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C |
It’s hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C |
I’ll always re | member you like a | child, girl |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C |
It’s hard to get | by just upon a | smile |
C | G | F |
Oh, | baby, baby, it’s a | wild world |
G | F | C |
I’ll always re | member you like a | child, girl |
A | E/A | D/A | D#/A# | A |
→ | → | → | → | |
D | A |
Day after day I’m more confu | sed |
D | E | A |
Yet I look for the | light through the pouring r | ain |
D | A |
You know that’s a game that I hate to l | ose |
Bm | D |
I’m feelin’ the strain, | ain’t it a shame |
| A |
Oh, g | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul |
| E | D |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away |
| A |
Oh, g | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul |
| E | D |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away |
A | E/A | D/A | D#/A# | A |
→ | → | → | → | |
D | A |
Beginning to think that I’m wastin’ t | ime |
D | E | A |
I don’t understand | the things I do | |
D | A |
The world outside looks so unki | nd |
Bm | D |
Now I’m countin’ on you to | carry me through |
| A |
Oh, g | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul |
| E | D |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away |
| A |
Yeah, g | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul |
| E | D |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away |
A | E/A | D/A | D#/A# | A |
→ | → | → | → | |
Bm |
And when my mind is free |
D | A |
You know a melody can m | ove me |
Bm |
And when I’m feelin’ blue |
D | E |
The guitar’s comin’ through to s | oothe me |
D | A |
Thanks for the joy that you’ve given | me |
D | E | A |
I want you to | know I believe in your s | ong |
D | A |
Rhythm and rhyme and harm | ony |
Bm | D |
You help me along, m | akin’ me strong |
| A |
Oh, g | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul |
| E | D |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away |
| A |
G | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul |
| E/G# | D/F# |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away, ooh |
| A |
G | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul (free my soul) |
| E | D |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away (ooh, hey) |
| A |
G | ive me the beat, boys, and free my soul (free my soul) |
| E | D |
I | wanna get lost in your rock and roll and d | rift away |
| A | E | D |
Now won’t you | take me, | take me | |
| Em | G | D | Em |
J | olene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene |
| D | Em |
I’m b | egging of you please dont’t take my | man |
| Em | G | D | Em |
Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene, J | olene |
| D | Em |
Ple | ase don’t take him just because you c | an |
| Em | G |
Your be | auty is be | yond compare |
| D | Em |
With fl | aming locks of au | burn hair |
| D | Em |
With iv | ory skin and eyes of emerald g | reen |
| Em | G |
Your sm | ile is like a b | reath of spring |
| D | Em |
Your vo | ice is soft like su | mmer rain |
| D | Em |
And I c | annot compete with you, J | olene |
| Em | G |
He t | alks about you | in his sleep |
| D | Em |
There’s n | othing I can | do to keep |
| D | Em |
From | crying when he calls your name, J | olene |
| Em | G |
And | I can easily u | nderstand |
| D | Em |
How | you could easily t | ake my man |
| D | Em |
But you | don’t know what he means to me, J | olene |
| Em | G | D | Em |
Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene |
| D | Em |
I’m be | gging of you please don’t take my | man |
| Em | G | D | Em |
Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene |
| D | Em |
Pl | ease don’t take him just because you | can |
| Em | G |
You | could have your | choice of men |
| D | Em |
But | I could never l | ove again |
| D | Em |
He’s | the only one for me, Jo | lene |
| Em | G |
I h | ad to have this t | alk with you |
| D | Em |
My | happines depe | nds on you |
| D | Em |
Wha | tever you decide to do, Jo | lene |
| Em | G | D | Em |
Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene |
| D | Em |
I’m be | gging of you please don’t take my | man |
| Em | G | D | Em |
Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene, Jo | lene |
| D | Em |
Pl | ease don’t take him even though you | can |
| G | D | Em7 |
A | long, | long | time ago |
Am | C |
I can still re | member how that |
| Em | D |
M | usic used to make me | smile |
| G | D | Em7 |
And | I know | if I | had my chance |
| Am | C |
That | I could make those | people dance and |
Em | C | D |
Maybe they’d be | happy for a | while |
| Em | Am |
But | February | made me shiver |
| Em | Am |
Wwith | every paper | I’d deliver |
C | G | Am |
Bad news | on the | doorstep |
| C | D |
I | couldn’t take one more | step |
| G | D | Em |
I | can’t remem | ber if I | cried |
| Am7 | D |
When I | read about his | widowed bride |
G | D | Em |
Something | touched me | deep inside |
| C | D7 | G | C | G |
The | day the | music | died | | |
| G | C | G | D |
So | bye, | bye Miss | American | Pie |
| G | C | G | D |
Drove my | Chevy to the | levy but the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D |
And | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
| Em | A7 |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
G | Am |
Did you write the | book of love? |
| C | Am |
And do | you have faith in | god above |
Em | D |
If the bible | tells you so? |
G | D | Em |
Do you | believe in | rock and roll |
| Am7 | C |
Can | music save your | mortal soul |
| Em | A7 | D |
And can y | ou teach me | how to dance | real slow? |
| Em | D |
Well I | know that you’re in | love with him |
| Em | D |
‘Cause I | saw you dancin’ | in the gym |
| C | G | A7 |
You | both kicked | off your | shoes |
| C | D7 |
Man I | dig those rhythm and | blues |
| G | D | Em |
I was a | lonely | teenage | broncin’ buck |
| Am | C |
With a | pink carnation and a | pickup truck |
| G | D | Em |
But | I knew | I was | out of luck |
| C | D7 | G | C | G |
The | day the | music | die | d, | I started singin’ |
| G | C | G | D |
So | bye, | bye Miss | American | Pie |
| G | C | G | D |
Drove my | Chevy to the | levy but the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D |
And | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
| Em | A7 |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
| G | Am |
Now for t | en years we’ve been | on our own |
| C | Am | Em |
And mo | ss grows fat on a ro | lling stone | |
| D |
But that’s not how it u | sed to be |
| G | D | Em |
When the j | ester s | ang for the ki | ng and queen |
| Am7 | C |
In a | coat he borrowed fr | om James Dean |
| Em | A7 | D |
In a v | oice that came from you | and me | |
| Em | D |
And w | hile the king was lo | oking down |
| Em | D |
The | jester stole his th | orny crown |
| C | G | A7 |
The c | ourtroom | was adjourn | ed |
| C | D7 |
No | verdict was r | eturned |
| G | D | Em |
And while | Lenin rea | d a b | ook on Marx |
| Am | C |
The | quartet practiced | in the park |
| G | D | Em |
And | we sang d | irges i | n the dark |
| C | D7 | G |
The | day the mu | sic die | d |
| G | C | G | D |
So | bye, | bye Miss | American | Pie |
| G | C | G | D |
Drove my | Chevy to the | levy but the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D |
And | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
| Em | A7 |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
G | Am |
Helter skelter in a | summer swelter |
C | Am |
The birds flew off with | a fallout shelter |
Em | D |
Eight miles high and | fallin’ fast |
| G | D | Em |
It lan | ded | foul o | n the grass |
| Am7 | C |
The pl | ayers tried for a f | orward pass |
Em | A7 | D |
With the jester on the sideline | s in a | cast |
| Em | D |
Now the ha | lftime air was s | weet perfume |
| Em | D |
While | sergeants played a m | arching tune |
C | G | A7 |
We all got | up to dan | ce |
| C | D7 |
But | we never got the ch | ance |
| G | D | Em |
‘Cause the p | layers | tried to t | ake the field |
| Am | C |
The | marching band re | fused to yield |
| G | D | Em |
Do y | ou re | call what w | as the feel |
| C | D7 | G |
The | day the m | usic died | ? |
| G | C | G | D |
So | bye, | bye Miss | American | Pie |
| G | C | G | D |
Drove my | Chevy to the | levy but the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D |
And | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
| Em | A7 |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
| G | Am |
And t | here we were all | in one place |
| C | Am |
A ge | neration | lost in space |
Em | D |
With no time left to | start again |
| G | D | Em |
So come on J | ack be ni | mble, | Jack be quick |
| Am7 | C |
J | ack Flash sat on a c | andle |
| Em | A7 | D |
Stick, | ’cause fire is the devil’s only | friend | |
| Em | D |
And a | s I watched him o | n the stage |
| Em | D |
My h | ands were clenched in f | ists of rage |
| C | G | A7 |
No | angel b | orn in H | ell |
| C | D7 |
Could b | read that Satan’s | spell |
| G | D | Em |
And as the | flames climbed h | igh int | o the night |
| Am | C |
To | light the sacrif | icial rite |
| G | D | Em |
I saw S | atan l | aughing with | delight |
| C | D7 | G | C |
The d | ay the | music d | ied | |
G | C | G | D |
Bye, | bye Miss | American | Pie |
| G | C | G | D |
Drove my | Chevy to the | levy but the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D |
And | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
| Em | A7 |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
| G | D | Em |
I | met a | girl who | sang the blues |
| Am | C |
And I | asked her for some | happy news |
| Em | D |
But | she just smiled and turned a | way |
| G | D | Em |
I | went down | to the | sacred store |
| Am | C |
Where I’d | heard the music | years before |
| Em | C |
But the | man there said the | music |
| Em | Am |
But | in the streets the | children screamed |
| Em | Am |
The | lovers cried and the | poets dreamed |
| C | G | Am |
But | not a | word was | spoken |
| C | D |
The | church bells all were | broken |
| G | D | Em |
And the | three men | I ad | mire most |
| Am7 | C | D7 |
The | Father, | Son, and the | Holy Ghost |
G | D | Em |
They caught the | last train | for the coast |
| Am7 | D7 | G |
The | day the | music | died |
G | C | G | D |
Bye, | bye Miss | American | Pie |
| G | C | G | D |
Drove my | Chevy to the | levy but the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D |
And | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
| C | D7 | G | C | G |
Singin’ | this’ll be the | day that I | die | | |
| D | E |
I’ve got a su | prise especially for | you |
| D | E |
Something that | both of us have always wanted to | do |
| D | E |
I’ve waited so | long, I’ve waited so lon | g |
| D | E |
I’ve waited so | long, I’ve waited so lon | g |
| D | E |
I’m gonna | take you on a trip so far from | here |
| D | E |
I’ve got two t | ickets in my pocket now baby, we’re gonna disap | pear |
E | D | E |
Waited so | long, I’ve waited so | long |
| D | E |
I’ve waited so | long, we’ve waited so lon | g |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| A | D | E |
Won’t you | pack your | bags we’ll | leave tonight |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| D | E |
I’m gonna | take you on a trip so far from | here |
| D | E |
I’ve got two t | ickets in my pocket baby, we’ll disap | pear |
| D | E |
I’ve waited so | long, I’ve waited so | long |
| D | E |
I’ve waited so | long, I’ve waited so lon | g |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| A | D | E |
Won’t you | pack your | bags we’ll | leave tonight |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| A | D | E |
Won’t you | pack your | bags we’ll | leave tonight |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| A | D | E |
Won’t you | pack your | bags we’ll | leave tonight |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| A | D | E |
I’ve got | two | tickets to | paradise |
| E |
I rem | ember when rock was young |
| G#m |
Me and | Susie had so much fun |
| A |
Holding | hands and skimmin’ stones |
| B |
Had a | old gold Chevy and a place of my own |
| E |
But the | biggest kick I ever got |
| G#m |
Was doin’ a | thing called the Crocodile Rock |
| A |
While the | other kids were rockin’ ‘round the clock |
| B |
We were | hoppin’ and boppin’ to the Crocodile Rock, well |
C#m |
Crocodile Rockin’ is something shockin’ when your |
F#7 |
Feet just can’t keep still |
B7 | E |
I never knew me a better time and I | guess I never will |
C# |
Oh, lordy mamma those Friday nights when |
F#7 |
Susie wore her dresses tight and |
B7 | A |
The Crocodile Rockin’ was out of’a | sight |
| E |
But the | years went by and rock just died |
G#m |
Susie went and left me for some foreign guy |
A |
Long nights cryin’ by the record machine |
B |
Dreamin’ of my Chevy and my old blue jeans |
| E |
But they’ll | never kill the thrills we’ve got |
| G#m |
Burnin’ | up to the Crocodile Rock |
| A |
Learning | fast as the weeks went past |
| B |
We really | thought the Crocodile Rock would last, well |
C#m |
Crocodile Rockin’ is something shockin’ when your |
F#7 |
Feet just can’t keep still |
B7 | E |
I never knew me a better time and I | guess I never will |
C# |
Oh, lordy mamma those Friday nights when |
F#7 |
Susie wore her dresses tight and |
B7 | A |
The Crocodile Rockin’ was out of’a | sight |
| E |
I rem | ember when rock was young |
| G#m |
Me and | Susie had so much fun |
| A |
Holding | hands and skimmin’ stones |
| B |
Had a | old gold Chevy and a place of my own |
| E |
But the | biggest kick I ever got |
| G#m |
Was doin’ a | thing called the Crocodile Rock |
| A |
While the | other kids were rockin’ ‘round the clock |
| B |
We were | hoppin’ and boppin’ to the Crocodile Rock, well |
C#m |
Crocodile Rockin’ is something shockin’ when your |
F#7 |
Feet just can’t keep still |
B7 | E |
I never knew me a better time and I | guess I never will |
C# |
Oh, lordy mamma those Friday nights when |
F#7 |
Susie wore her dresses tight and |
B7 | A |
The Crocodile Rockin’ was out of’a | sight |
| C | Dm7 |
Daniel | is traveling tonight on a | plane |
G | E7 | Am |
I can see the red tail lights | heading for Spa | in oh and |
F | G | Am |
I can see | Daniel waving good | bye |
| F | G | G7 | C |
God it | looks like Daniel, | must be the | clouds in my | eyes |
| C | Dm7 |
They | say Spain is pretty though I’ve | never been |
G | E7 | Am |
Well Daniel says it’s the best place he’s e | ver se | en oh and |
F | G | Am |
He shold kno | w he’s been there en | ough |
| F | G | G7 | C |
Lord | I miss Daniel, | oh I | miss him so | much |
F | C |
Daniel my brother you are | older than me |
| F | C |
Do you still | feel the pain of the | scars that won’t heal |
| Am | F |
Your eyes have | died but you see more than | I |
Fm | C | A7 | Dm7 | G |
Daniel you’re a | star | in the face of the | sky | |
| C | Dm7 |
Daniel | is traveling tonight on a | plane |
G | E7 | Am |
I can see the red tail lights | heading for Spa | in oh and |
F | G | Am |
I can see | Daniel waving good | bye |
| F | G | G7 | C |
God it | looks like Daniel, | must be the | clouds in my | eyes |
F | C |
Daniel my brother you are | older than me |
| F | C |
Do you still | feel the pain of the | scars that won’t heal |
| Am | F |
Your eyes have | died but you see more than | I |
Fm | C | A7 | Dm7 | G |
Daniel you’re a | star | in the face of the | sky | |
| F | G | G7 | C |
God it | looks like Daniel, | must be the | clouds in my | eyes |
| F | G | G7 | C |
God it | looks like Daniel, | must be the | clouds in my | eyes |
| D |
The | roses in the window box |
| A |
Have tilted | to one side |
D/F# | G |
Everything a | bout this house |
| Em |
Was born to | grow and die |
| D | D/F# | Em | G |
Oh it | doesn’t seem a year a | go to this very | day | |
| D |
You said I’m | sorry honey |
| A |
If I | don’t change the pace |
| G | G | A |
I | can’t face another | day | |
Bm | Em | A | Asus4 | A |
And love lies | bleeding in my | hand | | |
| Bm | Em | A | Asus4 | A |
Oh it | kills me to think of | you with another | man | | |
| D | Em7 |
I was | playing rock and roll and you were | just a fan |
| F#m7 |
But my | guitar couldn’t hold you |
| G | Dm |
So I | split the baaaa-a-ha- | a-nd |
Bm | A | D |
Love lies | bleeding in my | hands |
| D |
I | wonder if those changes |
| A |
Have left a | scar on you |
| D/F# | G |
Like | all the burning | hoops of fire |
| Em | E7 |
That you and | I passed through | |
| D | F#m |
You’re a | bluebird on a telegraph | line |
| Em | G |
I hope you’re happy | now | |
| D | A |
Well if the | wind of change come a’ | down your way girl |
| G | G | A |
You’ll | make it back some | how | |
Bm | Em | A | Asus4 | A |
And love lies | bleeding in my | hand | | |
| Bm | Em | A | Asus4 | A |
Oh it | kills me to think of | you with another | man | | |
| D | Em7 |
I was | playing rock and roll and you were | just a fan |
| F#m7 |
But my | guitar couldn’t hold you |
| G | Dm |
So I | split the baaaa-a-ha- | a-nd |
Bm | A | D |
Love lies | bleeding in my | hands |
Bm | A | D |
Love lies | bleeding in my | hands |
C/G | G | C/G | G | C/G | G |
Bb/F | F | Bb/F | F | Bb/F | F |
C/G | G | C/G | G | C/G | G |
Bb/F | F | Bb/F | F | Bb/F | F |
| | | | | |
| G |
It’s | getting late have you seen my mates |
| F |
Ma | tell me when the boys get here |
| C |
It’s | seven o’clock and I want to rock |
| G |
Want to | get a belly full of beer |
| G |
My | old man’s drunker than a barrel full of monkeys |
| F |
And my | old lady she don’t care |
| C |
My | sister looks cute in her braces and boots |
| G |
A | handful of grease in her hair |
C |
Don’t give us none of your aggravation |
| Bb |
We | had it with your discipline |
| F |
‘Cause | Saturday night’s alright for fighting |
C |
Get about as oiled as a diesel train |
Bb |
Gonna set this dance alight |
| F |
‘Cause | Saturday night’s the night I like |
C |
Saturday night’s alright |
| G | Eb | Dm7 | C |
Alright al | right, | oooh | oooh | oooh |
C/G | G | C/G | G | C/G | G |
Bb/F | F | Bb/F | F | Bb/F | F |
| | | | | |
| G |
Well they’re | packed pretty tight in here tonight |
| F |
I’m | looking for a dolly who’ll see me right |
| C |
I may | use a little muscle to get what I need |
| G |
I may | sink a little drink and shout out “She’s with me!” |
| G |
A | couple of the sounds that I really like |
| F |
Are the | sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike |
| C |
I’m a | juvenile product of the working class |
| G |
Whose | best friend floats in the bottom of a glass |
C |
Don’t give us none of your aggravation |
| Bb |
We | had it with your discipline |
| F |
‘Cause | Saturday night’s alright for fighting |
C |
Get about as oiled as a diesel train |
Bb |
Gonna set this dance alight |
| F |
‘Cause | Saturday night’s the night I like |
C |
Saturday night’s alright |
| G | Eb | Dm7 | C |
Alright al | right, | oooh | oooh | oooh |
C |
Don’t give us none of your aggravation |
| Bb |
We | had it with your discipline |
| F |
‘Cause | Saturday night’s alright for fighting |
C |
Get about as oiled as a diesel train |
Bb |
Gonna set this dance alight |
| F |
‘Cause | Saturday night’s the night I like |
C |
Saturday night’s alright |
| G | Eb | Dm7 | C |
Alright al | right, | oooh | oooh | oooh |
C |
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday |
Bb |
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday |
| C |
Saturday | night’s alright |
E | Amaj7 | B/D# | G#m |
It’s a little bit fun | ny, | this feeling in | side |
| C#m | C#m7/B | C#m/A# | A |
I’m no | t one of those | who can | easily | hide |
| E | B | G# | C#m |
I don’ | t have much | money, but | boy if I | did |
E | F#m7 | A | B |
I’d buy a big | house where | we both could | live |
E | Amaj7 | B | G#m |
If I was a sc | ulptor, | but then again | no |
| C#m | C#m7/B | C#m/A# | A |
Or a m | an who makes | potions in a | travelling | show |
E | B | G# | C#m |
I know it’s not | much but it’s the | best I can | do |
E | F#m7 | A | E |
My gift is my | song, and | this one’s for | you |
B | C#m | F#m7 | A |
And you can tell | everybody | this is your | song |
B | C#m | F#m7 | A |
It may be | quite simple but | now that it’s | done |
C#m | C#m7/B |
I hope you don’t mind, | I hope you don’t mind |
C#m/A# | A |
That I put down in the | words |
| E | F#m7 | A | B |
How won | derful | life is while | you’re in the | world |
| E | Amaj7 | B/D# | G#m |
I sat | on the | roof | and kicked off the | moss |
| C#m | C#m7/B | C#m/A# | A |
Well a | few of the | verses, well, they’ve | got me quite | crossed |
E | B | G# | C#m |
But the sun’s been quite | kind, | while I wrote this | song |
E | F#m7 | A | B |
It’s for people like | you that they | keep it | turned on |
E | Amaj7 | B | G#m |
So excuse me forget | ting | but | these things I do |
| C#m | C#m7/B | C#m/A# | A |
You se | e I’ve f | orgotten if they’re | green or they’re | blue |
E | B | G# | C#m |
Anyway, | the thing is, what I really | mean | |
E | F#m7 | A | E |
Yours are the | sweetest eyes | I’ve ever seen | |
B | C#m | F#m7 | A |
And you can tell | everybody | this is your | song |
B | C#m | F#m7 | A |
It may be | quite simple but | now that it’s | done |
C#m | C#m7/B |
I hope you don’t mind, | I hope you don’t mind |
C#m/A# | A |
That I put down in the | words |
| E | F#m7 | A | B |
How won | derful | life is while | you’re in the | world |
C#m | C#m7/B |
I hope you don’t mind, | I hope you don’t mind |
C#m/A# | A |
That I put down in the | words |
| E | F#m7 | A | E |
How won | derful | life is while | you’re in the | world |
| D | A |
Cause I’ll | only kick you out of the d | oor |
| A |
I k | now your name is Rita |
| B |
Cause your p | erfume’s smelling sweeter |
| D | A |
Since w | hen I saw you down on the fl | oor |
| A |
You won’t n | eed too much persuading |
| B |
I don’t m | ean to sound degrading |
| D |
But with a f | ace like that |
| A |
You got nothing to laugh ab | out |
| A |
Red l | ips, hair, and fingernails |
| B |
I h | ear you’re a mean old Jezebel |
| D | A |
Lets | go up stairs and read my tarot ca | rds |
| D | A |
For ton | ight you better stay with | me |
| D | A |
For ton | ight you better stay with | me |
| B |
Please don’t say you l | ove me |
| D | A |
Cause you k | now I’ll only kick you out the d | oor |
| A |
Y | ea, I’ll pay your cab fare home |
| B |
You can | even use my best cologne |
| D | A |
Just d | on’t be here in the morning when I wake | up |
| D | A |
Cause ton | ight you’re gonna stay with | me |
Sit down, get up, get out
| D | A |
Cause ton | ight you’re gonna stay with | me |
| G | D/F# | A/E | D |
And the | sign said, | long-haired, freaky people | need not ap | ply |
| A | E | D | E |
So | I tucked my hair up | under my hat and I | went in to ask him | why |
F#m | D |
He said you look like a fine, upstanding young | man, I think you’ll do |
| A | E | D | E |
So, I | took off my hat and said, im | agine that, huh, | me workin’ for | you, whoa |
A | G | D |
Sign, sign, | everywhere a | sign |
A | D |
Blocking out the scenery, | breaking my mind |
A | E | G |
Do this, don’t do | that, can’t you read the | sign? |
| G | D/F# | A/E | D |
And the | sign said anybody | caught trespassing | would be shot on | sight |
| A | E | D | E |
So, I | jumped on the fence and I | yelled at the house, hey, | what gives you the | right |
| F#m | D |
To | put up a fence to keep me out or to | keep mother nature in |
| A | E | D | E |
If | God was here, he’d | tell you to your face, | man, you’re some kinda | sinner |
A | G | D |
Sign, sign, | everywhere a | sign |
A | D |
Blocking out the scenery, | breaking my mind |
A | E | G |
Do this, don’t do | that, can’t you read the | sign? |
| E |
Now, | hey you, mister, can’t you read? |
| D | A |
You’ve | got to have a shirt and | tie to get a seat |
| E |
You can’t even watch, no, | you can’t eat |
D | A | A |
You ain’t supposed to | be | here |
| G | D/F# | A/E | D |
And the | sign said, you | got to have a membership | card to get ins | ide, huh |
| G | D/F# | A/E | D |
And the | sign said | everybody welcome, come | in, kneel down and | pray |
| A | E |
But when they | passed around the plate at the | end of it all |
| D | E |
I | didn’t have a penny to | pay |
| F#m | D |
So I | got me a pen and a paper and I | made up my own little sign |
| A | E | D | E |
I said | thank you, lord, for | thinkin’ ‘bout me, I’m | alive and doin’ | fine |
A | G | D |
Sign, sign, | everywhere a | sign |
A | D |
Blocking out the scenery, | breaking my mind |
A | E | G |
Do this, don’t do | that, can’t you read the | sign? |
A | G | D |
Sign, sign, | everywhere a | sign |
A | D |
Blocking out the scenery, | breaking my mind |
A | E | G |
Do this, don’t do | that, can’t you read the | sign? |
A | A | D/A | A | D/A | D/A | D/A | A |
| | | | | | | x2 |
| A | D/A | A |
There she s | tood in t | he s | treet |
D/A | A |
Smiling from her head to her f | eet |
| A | D/A | A |
I said he | y, what i | s t | his, now baby maybe |
| D/A | A |
May | be she’s in need of a k | iss |
| A | D/A | A |
I said he | y what’s y | our name | baby? |
D/A | A |
Maybe we can see things the | same |
| D/A | A |
Now don’t you wait o | r hesitat | e |
| D/A | A |
Let’s mo | ve before they raise the parking r | ate, ow |
A | G/D | G/D | A |
All right | now Baby it’s | all right | now |
A | G/D | G/D | A |
All right | now Baby it’s | all right | now |
A | A | D/A | A | D/A | D/A | D/A | A |
| | | | | | | x1 |
| A | D/A | A |
I took her | home to | my | place |
D/A | A |
Watching every move on her f | ace |
| A | D/A | A |
She said | look what’s y | our g | ame baby? |
| D/A | A |
A | re you tryin’ to put me in | shame? |
| A | D/A | A |
I said | slow don’t go | so | fast |
D/A | A |
Don’t you think that love can | last? |
| D/A | A |
She said love | lord a | bove |
D/A | A |
Now you’re tryin’ to trick me in lo | ve |
A | G/D | G/D | A |
All right | now Baby it’s | all right | now |
A | G/D | G/D | A |
All right | now Baby it’s | all right | now |
E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Freddy my | love, I miss you | more than words can | say |
E | Emaj7 | C#7sus4 | C#7 |
Freddy my | love, please keep in | touch while you’re a | way |
F#m7 | F#m7b5 | B7 |
Hearing from | you can make the | day so much better |
G#m | G#m7b5/D | C#7sus4 | C#7 |
Getting a | souvenir or | maybe a | letter |
F#m7 | Am/D | E/B | A |
I really | flipped over the | gray cashmere | sweater |
| E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Freddy you | know, your absence | makes me feel so | blue |
E | Emaj7 | C#7sus4 | C#7 |
That’s okay | though, your presents | make me think of | you |
F#m7 | F#m7b5 | B7 |
My ma will | have a heart at | tack when she catches |
G#m | G#m7b5/D | C#7sus4 | C#7 |
Those pedal | pushers with the | black leather | patches |
F#m7 | Am/D | E/B | A |
Oh how I | wish I had a | jacket that | matches |
| E | Emaj7 | A | E7 |
Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
| A | B7 | G#m | E |
Don’t | keep your letters | from me, I | thrill to every | line |
| Am7 | B7 | Em | Em |
Your | spelling’s kinda | crummy, but | honey so is | mine |
| F#m7b5 | B7+5 | B7 | Em | A7 |
I | treasure every | gifti | e, the | ring is really | nifty |
| Dmaj7 | C#m7 | F#m7 | B7 |
You | say it cost you | fifty, so you’re | thrifty, I don’t | mind |
| E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Woah, oh, oh, | oh, Freddy you | see, you’ll hold me | in your arms some | day |
E | Emaj7 | C#7sus4 | C#7 |
And I will | be wearing your | lacy linge | rie |
F#m7 | F#m7b5 | B7 |
Thinking a | bout it, my heart’s | pounding already |
G#m | G#m7b5/D | C#7sus4 | C#7 |
Knowing when | you come home, we’re | bound to go | steady |
F#m7 | Am/D | E/B | A |
And throw your | service pay a | round like con | fetti |
| E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
E | Emaj7 | A | B7 |
Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
M: | Summer l | ovin’, | had me a b | last | | |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
F: | Summer l | ovin’, | happened so | fast | | |
| D | G | A | B |
M: | I met a | girl | crazy for | me |
| E | A | E | A |
F: | Met a b | oy, | cute as can | be |
| D | G | A | B |
Both: | Summer d | ays, | driftin’ a | way to |
| Em | A | D |
A | h those s | ummer n | ights |
| A | G | A |
Men: Oh, | well-a | well-a | well-a |
| D | G | E | A |
Men: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, did you | get very far? |
| D | G | E | A |
Women: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, like, does | he have a car? |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
All: Doo- | doo ah ah doo- | doo doo- | doo doo | doo | doo | doo |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
M: | She swam | by me, | she got a c | ramp | | |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
F: | He ran | by me, | got my suit | damp | | |
| D | G | A | B |
M: | I saved her l | ife, | she nearly d | rowned |
| E | A | E | A |
F: | He showed | off, | splashing ar | ound |
| D | G | A | B |
Both: | Summer s | un, | something be | gun but |
Em | A | D |
Oh those | summer | nights |
| A | G | A |
Both: Oh, | well-a | well-a | well-a |
| D | G | E | A |
Women: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, was it | love at first sight |
| D | G | E | A |
Men: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, did she | put up a fight |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
All: Doo- | doo ah ah doo- | doo doo- | doo doo | doo | doo | doo |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
M: | Took her | bowling | in the ar | cade | | |
| D | G | A | G |
F: | We went s | trolling, | drank lemon | ade |
| D | G | A | B |
M: | We made o | ut, | under the d | ock |
| E | A | E | A |
F: | We stayed | out, | till ten o’c | lock |
| D | G | A | B |
Both: | Summer f | ling | don’t mean a t | hing but |
Em | A | Bb |
Ah those s | ummer n | ights |
| Eb | Ab | F | Bb |
Men: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, but you | don’t gotta brag |
| Eb | Ab | F | Bb |
Women: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, ‘cause he | sounds like a drag |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | Ab |
All: | Shoo bop bop | shoo be bop | shoo bop bop | shoo bop bop |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | Ab |
All: | Shoo bop bop | shoo be bop | shoo bop bop | yeah |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | Ab |
F: | He got f | riendly, | holding my | hand |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | Ab |
M: | Well she got f | riendly, | down in the | sand |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | C |
F: | He was | sweet, | just turned eig | hteen |
| F | Bb | F | Bb |
M: | She was | good, you | know what I | mean |
| Eb | Ab | Bb | C |
Both: | Summer | heat, | boy and girl | meet, but |
Fm | Bb | B |
Oh those s | ummer n | ights |
| E | A | F# | B |
Women: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, how much | dough did he spend? |
| E | A | F# | B | E |
Men: | Tell me | more, tell me | more, could she ge | t me a | friend? |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
F: | It’s turned | colder, | that’s where it | ends | | |
| D | G | A | G | A | G |
M: | So I told he | r, | we’d still be f | riends | | |
| D | G | A | B |
F: | Then we | made | our true love | vow |
| E7 | A7 | E7 | A7 |
M: | Wonder | what | she’s doin’ | now |
| D | G | A | B |
Both: | Summer | dreams, | ripped at the | seams, but |
| Em | A | Ddim | D |
Ah | those | summer | ni | ghts |
| D | G | D | D | G | D |
All: | Tell me m | ore, tell me | more ohhh | | | |
Bsus4 | B |
Everybody’s high on conso | lation |
Bsus4 | B |
Everybody’s trying to tell me what is | right for me |
Bsus4 | B |
My daddy tried to bore me with a | sermon |
| G#m | C#m | Bsus4 | B |
But it’s | plain to | see that they can’t | comfort | me |
Bsus4 | B |
Sorry Charlie for the impos | ition |
Bsus4 | B |
I think I’ve got it got it, got the strength to | carry on |
Bsus4 | B |
I need a drink and a quick de | cision |
| G#m | C#m | Bsus4 | B |
Now it’s | up to | me, ooh | what will | be |
| A | G#m | F#m |
She’s | gone oh | I, oh | I’d |
| B |
Better | learn how to face it |
| A | G#m | F#m |
She’s | gone oh | I, oh | I’d |
| B |
Pay the | devil to replace her |
| A | G#m |
She’s | gone oh | I what went wrong |
Bsus4 | B |
Get up in the morning look in the | mirror |
Bsus4 | B |
I’m worn as her tooth brush hanging | in the stand |
Bsus4 | B |
My face ain’t looking any | younger |
| G#m | C#m | Bsus4 | B |
Now | I can | see love’s taken her | toll on | me |
| A | G#m | F#m |
She’s | gone oh | I, oh | I’d |
| B |
Better | learn how to face it |
| A | G#m | F#m |
She’s | gone oh | I, oh | I’d |
| B |
Pay the | devil to replace her |
| A | G#m |
She’s | gone oh | I what went wrong |
Bsus4 | B |
Think I’ll spend eternity in the | city |
Bsus4 | B |
Let the carbon and monoxide choke my | thoughts away |
Bsus4 | B |
And pretty bodies help dissolve the | memories |
G#m | C#m | Bsus4 | B |
But they can never | be what she | was to | me |
| A | G#m | F#m |
She’s | gone oh | I, oh | I’d |
| B |
Better | learn how to face it |
| A | G#m | F#m |
She’s | gone oh | I, oh | I’d |
| B |
Pay the | devil to replace her |
| A | G#m | F#m7 |
She’s | gone oh | I what went | wrong |
Asus2 | Asus4 | Dsus2/A | G/A | A |
| | | | |
| A | C |
My | child arrived just the | other day |
| D | A |
He | came to the world in the | usual way |
| A | C |
But there were | planes to catch and | bills to pay |
D | A |
He learned to walk while I | was away |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D |
And he was | talkin’ ‘fore I | knew it, and | as he grew | |
| C | G/B | A |
He’d say | I’m gonna | be like | you, Dad |
| C | G/B | A |
You | know I’m gonna | be like | you |
| A | G |
And the | cat’s in the cradle and the | silver spoon |
C | D |
Little boy blue and the | man in the moon |
A |
When you comin’ home Dad? |
| G | C | G/B | A |
I | don’t know when but | we’ll get to | gether then | |
| C | G/B | A |
You | know we’ll have a | good time | then |
Asus2 | Asus4 | Dsus2/A | G/A | A |
| | | | |
| A | C |
My | son turned ten just the | other day |
| D | A |
He said, | thanks for the ball, Dad, come | on, let’s play |
| A |
Can you | teach me to throw? |
| C | D |
I said, | not today, I got a | lot to do |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D |
And he, | he walked a | way, but his | smile never | dimmed |
| C | G/B | A |
It said, | I’m gonna | be like | him, yeah |
| C | G/B | A |
You | know I’m gonna | be like | him |
| A | G |
And the | cat’s in the cradle and the | silver spoon |
C | D |
Little boy blue and the | man in the moon |
A |
When you comin’ home Dad? |
| G | C | G/B | A |
I | don’t know when but | we’ll get to | gether then | |
| C | G/B | A |
You | know we’ll have a | good time | then |
Asus2 | Asus4 | Dsus2/A | G/A | A |
| | | | |
| A | C |
Well, he | came from college just the | other day |
| D | A |
So | much like a man I just | had to say |
| A | C |
Son, I’m | proud of you, can you | sit for a while? |
| D | A |
He | shook his head and he | said with a smile |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D |
What I’d | really like, | Dad, is to | borrow the ca | r keys |
C | G/B | A |
See you | later, can I | have them please? |
| A | G |
And the | cat’s in the cradle and the | silver spoon |
C | D |
Little boy blue and the | man in the moon |
A |
When you comin’ home son? |
| G | C | G/B | A |
I | don’t know when but | we’ll get to | gether then | , Dad |
| C | G/B | A |
You | know we’ll have a | good time | then |
| A | C |
I’ve | long since retired, my | son’s moved away |
D | A |
I called him up just the | other day |
| A | C |
I said, I’d | like to see you if | you don’t mind |
| D | A |
He said I’d | love to, Dad, if I could | find the time |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D |
You see my | new job’s a | hassle and the | kids have the f | lu |
| C | G/B | A |
But it’s | sure nice | talkin’ to | you, Dad |
| C | G/B | A |
It’s been | sure nice | talkin’ to | you |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | Em/D |
And as I | hung up the | phone it | occured to m | e |
| C | G/B | A |
He’d | grown up | just like | me |
| C | G/B | A |
My | boy was | just like | me |
| A | G |
And the | cat’s in the cradle and the | silver spoon |
C | D |
Little boy blue and the | man in the moon |
A |
When you comin’ home son? |
| G | C | G/B | A |
I | don’t know when but | we’ll get to | gether then | , Dad |
| C | G/B | A |
We’re | gonna have a | good time | then |
Asus2 | Asus4 | Dsus2/A | G/A | A |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
Looking out at the | road rushing under my wheels | | |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
Looking back at the | years gone by like so | many summer fields | |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
In sixty-five I was | seventeen and | running up 101 | |
C/G | G/B | D |
I don’t know where I’m | running now, I’m just | running on |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running on | empty |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running | blind |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running into the | sun |
| Em |
But I’m running be | hind |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
Gotta do what you | can just to keep your love | alive | |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
Trying not to conf | use it with what you | do to sur | vive |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
In sixty-nine I was t | wenty-one and I | called the road my | own |
C/G | G/B | D |
I don’t know when that | road turned onto the | road I’m on |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running on | empty |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running | blind |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running into the | sun |
| Em |
But I’m running be | hind |
Em | C/G | D | G |
Everyone I | know, | everywhere I | go |
Em | D | C |
People need some | reason to | believe |
| G |
I don’t know about | anyone but me |
Em | C | D | G |
If it takes all | night, | that’ll be all | right |
C | D | C/G | G/B | Am7 | G | Am7 | G/B |
If I can get you to | smile before I | leave | | | | | |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
Looking out at the | road rushing under my | wheels | |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
I don’t know how to | tell you all just how | crazy this life | feels |
C/G | G | C/G | G |
I look around for the | friends that I used to | turn to to pull me | through |
C/G | G/B | D |
Looking into their | eyes I see them | running too |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running on | empty |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running | blind |
| C/G | G |
Running | on, running into the | sun |
| Em |
But I’m running be | hind |
C/G | G |
Honey you really | tempt me |
| C/G | G |
You know the | way you look so | kind |
C/G | D | C/G | G/B | Am7 | G | Am7 | G/B |
I’d love to stick ar | ound but I’m running be | hind | | | | | |
C/G | D | C/G | G/B | Am7 | G | Am7 | G/B |
You know I don’t even | know what I’m hoping to | find | | | | | |
C/G | D | C/G | G/B | Am7 | G |
Running into the | sun but I’m running be | hind | | | |
C |
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train |
| G7 |
When I’s feelin’ near as faded as my | jeans |
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
| C | F/C | C |
And rode us all the way into New Or | leans | | |
| C |
I | pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana |
| C7 | F |
I’s playin’ soft while B | obby sang the bl | ues |
F | C |
Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was | holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine |
G7 |
We sang every song that driver knew |
F | C |
Freedom’s just another word for | nothin’ left to lose |
G7 | C |
Nothin’, it ain’t nothin’ hon’, if it ain’t fr | ee |
| F | C |
And | feelin’ good was easy, lord, oh, | when he sang the blues |
| G7 |
You know | feelin’ good was good enough for me |
| C |
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mc | Gee |
| D |
From the | Kentucky coal mines to the California sun |
| A7 |
Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of m | y soul |
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
| D |
Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the | cold |
| D |
One | day up near Salinas, lord, I let him slip away |
| D7 | G |
He’s lookin’ for that h | ome and I hope he f | inds it |
| D |
Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for one | single yesterday |
| A7 |
To be | holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine |
G | D |
Freedom’s just another word for | nothin’ left to lose |
A7 | D |
Nothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left | me |
| G | D |
Well, | feelin’ good was easy, loo | ord, when he sang the blues |
| A7 |
And | feelin’ good was good enough for me |
| D |
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mc | Gee |
| D |
La da | da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa |
| A7 |
La da da da daa dadada Bobby Mc | Geeah |
Laa li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
| D |
Laa la laa la daada Bobby Mc | Geeah yeah |
| D |
La di | da, ladida la dida la di daa, ladida la dida la di daa |
| A7 |
Hey now Bobby now now Bobby Mc | Gee yeah |
Lo lo lo lolo lo lo laa, lololo lo lolo lo lolo lo lolo lo la laa
| D |
Hey now Bobby no no Bobby McG | ee yeah |
| D |
Lord, I | called him my lover, I called him my man |
I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
| A7 |
C’mon, hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McG | ee, yeah |
Lo lo lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord oh
| D |
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McG | ee, lord |
| G |
Well, the south | side of Chicago |
| A7 |
Is the ba | ddest part of town |
| B7 |
And if you | go down there |
| C | D7 | C | G | D7 |
You better | just beware of a | man name of | Leroy | Brown | |
| G |
Now, | Leroy more than trouble |
| A7 |
You see he | stand about six foot four |
| B7 | C |
All the d | owntown ladies call him treetop l | over |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
All the | men just | call him | sir | |
| G |
And he’s | bad, bad, Leroy Brown |
| A7 |
The | baddest man in the whole damn town |
B7 | C |
Badder than old King Kon | g |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
And | meaner than a | junkyard | dog | |
| G |
Now, | Leroy, he a gambler |
| A7 |
And he | like his fancy clothes |
| B7 | C |
And he | like to wave his | diamond rings |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
In front of | every | body’s | nose | |
| G |
He got a | custom Continental |
| A7 |
He got an | El Dorado too |
| B7 | C |
He got a | thirty-two gun in his | pocket for fun |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
He got a | razor | in his | shoe | |
| G |
And he’s | bad, bad, Leroy Brown |
| A7 |
The | baddest man in the whole damn town |
B7 | C |
Badder than old King Kon | g |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
And | meaner than a | junkyard | dog | |
| G |
Well, | Friday ‘bout a week ago |
| B7 | C |
And at the | edge of the bar sat a | girl name of Doris |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
And | oh, that | girl look | nice | |
| G |
Well, he | cast his eyes upon her |
| A7 |
And the | trouble soon began |
| B7 | C |
And | Leroy Brown, he learned a | lesson ‘bout messin’ |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
With the | wife of a | jealous | man | |
| G |
And he’s | bad, bad, Leroy Brown |
| A7 |
The | baddest man in the whole damn town |
B7 | C |
Badder than old King Kon | g |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
And | meaner than a | junkyard | dog | |
| G |
Well, the | two men took to fightin’ |
| A7 |
And when they | pulled them from the floor |
B7 | C |
Leroy looked like a | jigsaw puzzle |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
With a | couple of | pieces | gone | |
| G |
And he’s | bad, bad, Leroy Brown |
| A7 |
The | baddest man in the whole damn town |
B7 | C |
Badder than old King Kon | g |
| D7 | C | G | D7 |
And | meaner than a | junkyard | dog | |
| G |
Yeah he’s | bad, bad, Leroy Brown |
| A7 |
The | baddest man in the whole damn town |
B7 | C |
Badder than old King Kon | g |
| D7 | C | G |
And | meaner than a | junkyard | dog |
| B7 | C |
Yes, you were | badder than old King | Kong |
| D7 | C | G |
And | meaner than a | junkyard | dog |
| Amaj7 | C#m |
Well, I | know it’s kind of | late |
| Bm | E |
I | hope I didn’t | wake you |
| Amaj7 | C#m |
But what I | got to say can’t | wait |
| Bm | E |
I | knew you’d under | stand |
D | G#7 |
Every time I | tried to tell you |
| C#7 | F#m | D |
The | words just came out | wrong | |
| Amaj7 | E | D | A |
So, I’ll | have to say I | love you in a song | | |
| Amaj7 | C#m |
Yeah I k | now it’s kind of | strange |
| Bm | E |
But | every time I’m | near you |
| Amaj7 | C#m |
I just | run out of things to | say |
| Bm | E |
I | knew you’d under | stand |
D | G#7 |
And every time I | tried to tell you |
| C#7 | F#m | D |
The | words just came out | wrong | |
| Amaj7 | E | D | A |
So, I’ll | have to say I | love you in a song | | |
D | G#7 |
Every time the | time was right |
| C#7 | F#m | D |
All the | words just came out | wrong | |
| Amaj7 | E | D | A |
So I’ll | have to say I | love you in a song | | |
| Amaj7 | C#m |
Yeah, I | know it’s kind of | late |
| Bm | E |
I | hope I didn’t | wake you |
| Amaj7 | C#m |
But there’s | something that I just got to | say |
| Bm | E |
I | knew you’d under | stand |
D | G#7 |
Every time I | tried to tell you |
| C#7 | F#m | D |
The | words just came out | wrong | |
| Amaj7 | E | D | A |
So, I’ll | have to say I | love you in a song | | |
G | Bm | Am | C | G/B | Am | D7 | G |
| | | → | → | → | → | x2 |
G | Bm | C | G/B | Am | C | G/B | Am | G |
Opera | tor oh could you | help | me p | lace this call | → | → | → | |
Am | D7/F# | Em | D | D/C | D/B | D/A | G |
See the number on the mat | chbook is old and f | aded | → | → | → | | |
G | Bm | C | G/B | Am | G | C | G/B | Am | G |
She’s living in L.A. | with my bes | t old | | ex-fri | end Ray | → | → | → | |
Am | D7/F# | Em | D | D/C | D/B | D/A | G |
A guy she said she | knew well and sometimes hat | ed | → | → | → | | |
G | C/G | G |
Isn’t that the way | they say it goes | |
| C | D |
But let’s for | get all | that |
| G | Am |
And | give me the number if | you can find it |
| C | D | Em | Bm | D | Am |
So | I | can | call just to | tell ‘em I’m | fine and to s | how |
D7 | C | G/B |
I’ve overcome the blow, | I’ve learned to take it well | |
| Am | C |
I only wish my words | could just convince myself | |
| D | C |
That it just wasn’t rea | l, but th | at’s not the way it feels |
G | Bm | Am | C | G/B | Am | D7 | G |
| | | → | → | → | → | |
G | Bm | C | G/B | Am | C | G/B | Am | G |
Opera | tor oh could you | help | me p | lace this call | → | → | → | |
Am | D7/F# | Em | D | D/C | D/B | D/A | G |
‘Cause I can’t read the | number that you just gav | e me | → | → | → | | |
G | Bm | C | G/B | Am | G | C | G/B | Am | G |
There’s something in my | eyes, you know it | ha | ppens | every t | im | → | → | → | |
Am | D7/F# | Em | D | D/C | D/B | D/A | G |
I think about the | love that I thought would save | me | → | → | → | | |
G | C/G | G |
Isn’t that the way | they say it goes | |
| C | D |
But let’s for | get all | that |
| G | Am |
And | give me the number if | you can find it |
| C | D | Em | Bm | D | Am |
So | I | can | call just to | tell ‘em I’m | fine and to s | how |
D7 | C | G/B |
I’ve overcome the blow, | I’ve learned to take it well | |
| Am | C |
I only wish my words | could just convince myself | |
| D | C |
That it just wasn’t rea | l, but th | at’s not the way it feels |
G | C/G | G |
| That’s not the way it feels | |
G | Bm | C | G/B | Am | G | C | G/B | Am | G |
Oper | ator, oh let’s for | get | ab | out this | call | → | → | → | |
Am | D7/F# | Em | D | D | D/C | D/B | D/A | G |
There’s no one there | I really wanted to tal | k to | | → | → | → | | |
G | Bm | C | G/B | Am | G | C | G/B | Am | G |
Thank you for your time, | oh you’ve been | so much | mor | e than | kind | → | → | → | |
Am | D7/F# | Em | D | D/C | D/B | D/A | G |
You can keep the | dime | | → | → | → | | |
G | C/G | G |
Isn’t that the way | they say it goes | |
| C | D |
But let’s for | get all | that |
| G | Am |
And | give me the number if | you can find it |
| C | D | Em | Bm | D | Am |
So | I | can | call just to | tell ‘em I’m | fine and to s | how |
D7 | C | G/B |
I’ve overcome the blow, | I’ve learned to take it well | |
| Am | C |
I only wish my words | could just convince myself | |
| D | C |
That it just wasn’t rea | l, but th | at’s not the way it feels |
G | Bm | Am | C | G/B | Am | D7 | G |
| | | → | → | → | → | x2 |
D |
Nibblin’ on sponge cake, watchin’ the sun bake |
| A |
All of those tourists covered with | oil |
A7 |
Strummin’ my six string, on my front porch swing |
| D | D7 |
Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to | boil | |
G | A | D | D7 |
Wastin’ | away again in Margar | itaville | |
G | A | D | D7 |
Searchin’ for my | lost shaker of | salt | |
G | A | D | A |
Some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
G | A | D |
Blame, but I | know, it’s nobody’s | fault |
D |
Don’t know the reason, I stayed here all season |
| A |
Nothin’ to show but this brand new tat | too |
A7 |
But it’s a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here |
G | A | D | D7 |
Wastin | away again in Margar | itaville | |
G | A | D | D7 |
Search’in’ for my | lost shaker of | salt | |
G | A | D | A |
Some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
G | A | D |
Blame, now I | think, hell it could be my | fault |
D |
I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top |
| A |
Cut my heel had to cruise on back | home |
A7 |
But there’s booze in the blender, and soon it will render |
| D | D7 |
That frozen concoction that helps me hang | on | |
G | A | D | D7 |
Wastin’ | away again in Margar | itaville | |
G | A | D | D7 |
Searchin’ for my | lost shaker of | salt | |
G | A | D | A |
Some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
G | A | D |
Blame, but I | know, it’s my own damn | fault |
D7 | G | A | D | A |
Yes and | some people | claim that there’s a | wom | an to |
G | A | D |
Blame, and I | know, it’s my own damn | fault |
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| Em | C |
Well | I’ll be damned here comes your | ghost again |
| G | D |
But that’s not un | usual it’s just that the | moon is full |
| Em |
And you happened to | call |
| Em | C |
And | here I sit hand on the | telephone |
| G | D |
I’m hearing a | voice I’d known a couple of | light years ago |
| Em |
Heading straight for a | fall |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| Em | C |
As | I remember, your eyes were bluer than | robins’ eggs |
| G | D |
My poetry was | lousy you said, but where are you | calling from? |
| Em |
A booth in the | mid-west |
Em | C |
Ten years ago I bought you some | cuff-links |
| G |
And you bought me | something |
| D |
We both know what | memories can bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| Em | C |
You | burst on the scene, already a | legend |
| G | D |
The unwashed phe | nomenon, the original | vagabond |
| Em |
You | strayed into my arms |
| Em | C |
And | there you stayed, temporarily | lost at sea |
| G | D |
The Madonna was | yours for free, the girl on the | half-shell |
| Em |
Could keep you un | harmed |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| Bm7 |
Now I | see you standing with brown leaves falling all around |
| Am7 |
And | snow in your hair |
| Bm7 |
Now you’re | smiling out of the window of that crummy hotel |
| Am7 |
Over | Washington Square |
| C |
Our | breath comes out of white clouds |
| G |
Mingles and | hangs in the air |
| Fmaj7 |
Speaking | strictly for me |
| B7 |
We both could have died then and | there |
| Em | C |
Now you’re | telling me you’re not nos | talgic |
| G | D |
Then give me another | word for it you who are so | good with words |
| Em |
And at keeping things | vague |
| Em |
‘Cause | I need some of that vagueness now |
| C |
It’s all come back too | clearly |
| G | D |
Yes I loved you | dearly, and if you’re offering | diamonds and rust |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
| C | D |
Well we | both know what memories can | bring |
| Em |
They bring diamonds and | rust |
C | D | Em |
Diamonds, | diamonds, and | rust |
C | D | Em |
Diamonds, | diamonds, and | rust |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I have a | mansion | forget the pr | ice |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
Ain’t never | been there they t | ell me it’s n | ice |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I live in | hotels t | ear out the w | alls |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I have ac | countants | pay for it a | ll |
A | A/G | A/F# | A | Bm | A | Bm | A |
They say I’m | crazy but I | have a good | time | → | | → | |
| A | A/G | A/F# | A |
I’m just | looking for | clues at the | scene of the | crime |
| D | A/C# | B |
Life’s been | good to | me so f | ar |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
My Mase | rati does | one-eighty- | five |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I lost my l | icense | now I don’t dr | ive |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I have a | limo | ride in the b | ack |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I lock the | doors in | case I’m att | acked |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I’m making | records my | fans they can’t w | ait |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
They write me l | etters t | ell me I’m gr | eat |
| G | D/F# | Em | D |
So I g | ot me an | office gold | records on the w | all |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
Just leave a | message, m | aybe I’ll c | all |
A | A/G | A/F# | A |
Lucky I’m | sane after | all I’ve been | through |
| Bm | A | Bm | A |
Everybody says | I’m | cool ( | He’s | cool) |
A | A/G | A/F# | A |
I can’t comp | lain but somet | imes I still | do |
| D | A/C# | B |
Life’s been | good to | me so f | ar |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
I go to | parties some | times until f | our |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
It’s hard to | leave when you c | an’t find the d | oor |
G | D/F# | Em | D |
It’s tough to | handle this f | ortune and f | ame |
| G | D/F# | Em | D |
Everyb | ody’s so d | ifferent | I haven’t ch | anged |
A | A/G | A/F# |
They say I’m l | azy but it t | akes all my time |
| Bm | A | Bm | A |
Everybody says | oh | yeah ( | Oh | yeah) |
A | A/G | A/F# | A |
I keep on g | oing guess I’ll | never know | why |
| D | A/C# | B |
Life’s been | good to | me so f | ar |
A | D |
Imagine there’s no | heaven |
D | F#m/C# | Bm7 | A |
Imagine | all the | people | |
A | D |
Imagine there’s no | countries |
A | D |
Nothing to kill or | die for |
D | F#m/C# | Bm7 | A |
Imagine | all the | people | |
E |
Living life in peace, you-hoo |
D | E | A | C# |
You may | say I’m a | dreamer | |
D | E | A | C# |
But I’m | not the only | one | |
D | E | A | C# |
I hope some | day you’ll | join us | |
D | E | A |
And the | world will | live as one |
A | D |
Imagine no pos | sessions |
A | D |
No need for greed or | hunger |
D | F#m/C# | Bm7 | A |
Imagine | all the | people | |
D | E | A | C# |
You may | say I’m a | dreamer | |
D | E | A | C# |
But I’m | not the only | one | |
D | E | A | C# |
I hope some | day you’ll | join us | |
D | E | A |
And the | world will | live as one |
A | E | A |
‘Cause all we are | saying is give peace a | chance |
A | D | A |
I can see c | learly now the r | ain is gone |
A | D | E |
I can see a | ll obstacles | in my way |
A | D | A |
Gone are the d | ark clouds that | had me blind |
| G | D | A |
It’s gonna be a b | right, br | ight, sunshiny d | ay |
| G | D | A |
Gonna be a b | right, br | ight, sunshiny d | ay |
A | D | A |
I think I can m | ake it now the p | ain is gone |
A | D | E |
All of the | bad feelings have | disappeared |
A | D | A |
Here is that ra | inbow I’ve been | praying for |
| G | D | A |
It’s gonna be a b | right, br | ight, sunshiny d | ay |
C | G |
Look all around, there’s nothing but | blue skies |
C | C/E | E/B |
Look straight ahead, there’s | nothing but | blue skies |
A | D | A |
I can see c | learly now the r | ain is gone |
A | D | E |
I can see a | ll obstacles | in my way |
A | D | A |
Gone are the d | ark clouds that | had me blind |
| G | D | A |
It’s gonna be a b | right, br | ight, sunshiny d | ay |
| G | D | A |
It’s gonna be a b | right, br | ight, sunshiny d | ay |
| G | D | A |
It’s gonna be a b | right, br | ight, sunshiny d | ay |
| G | D | A |
It’s gonna be a b | right, br | ight, sunshiny d | ay |
| C | D/F# | G |
They | paved paradise and | put up a parking lot | |
| Cadd9 | D/F# | G |
With a | pink hotel, a | boutique, and a swingin’ hot spot | |
G | G9 |
Don’t it always | seem to go |
| Cadd9 | G/B | Am7 |
That you don’ | t know | what you | got till it’s gone |
| C | D | G |
They | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
| Cadd9 | D/F# | G |
They | took all the trees, and | put ‘em in a tree museum | |
| Cadd9 | D/F# | G |
And they | charged the people a | dollar and a half to see them | |
No, no, no
G | G9 |
Don’t it always | seem to go |
| Cadd9 | G/B | Am7 |
That you don’ | t know | what you | got till it’s gone |
| C | D | G |
They | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
| Cadd9 | G |
Hey far | mer, farmer, put away your DDT | |
| Cadd9 |
I don’t care about | spots on my apples |
D11 | G |
Leave me the birds and the bees | please |
G | G9 |
Don’t it always | seem to go |
| Cadd9 | G/B | Am7 |
That you don’ | t know | what you | got till it’s gone |
| C | D | G |
They | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
| C | D | G |
Hey now they | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
| Cadd9 | D/F# | G |
Listen, | late last night, I | heard a screen door | slam |
| Cadd9 | D/F# | G |
And a bi | g yellow taxi to | ok my girl away | |
| G | G9 |
Now | don’t it always | seem to go |
| Cadd9 | G/B | Am7 |
That you don’ | t know | what you | got till it’s gone |
| Cadd9 | D | G |
They | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
| G | G9 |
Hey now now | don’t it always | seem to go |
| Cadd9 | G/B | Am7 |
That you don’ | t know | what you | got till it’s gone |
| C | D | G |
They | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
| C | D | G |
Why now they | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
| C | D | G |
Hey hey hey | paved paradise and p | ut up a parking lot | |
Cadd9 |
I don’t wanna give it, why you wanna give it? |
| G |
Why you wanna | giving it all away? Hey, hey, hey |
Cadd9 |
Now you wanna give it, oh she wanna give it |
| G |
‘Cause she | giving it all away no no |
Cadd9 |
I don’t wanna give it, why you wanna give it? |
| G |
Why you wanna | giving it all away? |
D/F# | G |
Giving it all a | way |
Am7 | Cadd9 | G |
| Why you | want me? |
Am7 | Cadd9 | G |
| Why do you | want me? |
| C | D | G |
They | paved paradise and | put up a parking lot | |
| G | Em | F |
When the | lights go | down in the | city |
| G | Em | F |
And the | sun shines | on the | bay |
| G | Em | F |
I | want to be th | ere in my | city, oh |
G | Em | F |
So you | think you’r | e lonely |
G | Em | F |
Well my | friend I’m l | onely too |
G | Em | F |
I want to get | back to my | city by the bay |
| Em | C | G |
It’s | sad, | oh there’s been | mornings |
| Em | C |
Out on the road with | out you | |
Em | C | G |
O-o-o | oh, my, my, | my my my |
| G | Em | F |
When the | lights go | down in the | city |
| G | Em | F |
And the | sun shines | on the | bay |
| G | Em | F |
Ooh I | want to be th | ere in m | y city |
| G | Em | F |
When the | lights go | down in the | city |
| G | Em | F |
And the | sun shines | on the | bay |
| G | Em | F |
Ooh I | want to be th | ere in m | y city |
Em | F | G |
Oh, | oh, | oh-o-o, mmmm |
| D |
Yo | u make me weak, and wanna die |
| G |
Jus | t when you said we’d try |
| D | A | C | D |
L | ovin’, t | ouchin’, squ | eezin’, each | other |
D |
When I’m alone, all by myself |
| G |
Y | ou’re out with someone else |
| D | A | C | D |
L | ovin’, t | ouchin’, squ | eezin’, each | other |
Bm | D |
You’re tearin’ me apart | every, every day |
Bm | D |
You’re tearin’ me apart, | oh what can I say? |
Bm | C | A |
You’re tearin’ me apart | | |
D |
It won’t be long, yes till you’re alone |
| G |
When your l | over, oh he hasn’t come home |
| D | A |
‘Cause he’s l | ovin’, ooh he’s t | ouchin’ |
| C | D |
He’s sq | ueezin’ an | other |
Bm | D |
He’s tearin’ you apart | , ooh, every, every day |
Bm | D |
He’s tearin’ you apart, | oh girl, what can you say? |
| Bm | C | D |
‘Cause he’s | lovin’, t | ouchin’, a | nother |
| Bm | C |
Now, it’s | your turn girl to c | ry |
G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D |
Na n | a na | na n | a na | na | na na | na n | a |
G/D | D | G/D | D | Bm | C |
Na | na na | na | na na | na na na na | na |
Em |
Winter is here again oh lord |
| D |
Haven’t been home in a year or more | |
| C | Em |
I hope she | holds on a little | longer |
Em |
Sent a letter on a long summer day |
| D |
Made of silver, not of clay | |
| C | Em |
Ooh I’ve been | running down this d | usty road |
| Em | G | D |
Ooh the | wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
| Em | G | D |
I | don’t know where | I’ll be to | morrow |
Em | G | D |
Wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
Em |
I’ve been trying to make it home |
| D |
Got to make it before too long | |
| C | Em |
Ooh I can’t | take this very much | longer |
Em |
I’m stranded in the sleet and rain |
| D |
Don’t think I’m ever gonna make it home ag | ain |
| C |
The mo | rning sun is rising |
| Em | G | D |
Ooh the | wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
| Em | G | D |
I | don’t know where | I’ll be to | morrow |
Em | G | D |
Wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
For tomorrow
| Em | G | D |
Oh the | wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
| Em | G | D |
I | don’t know where | I’ll be to | morrow |
Em | G | D |
Wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
| Em | G | D |
Ooh, I | don’t know, I | don’t know | |
Em | G | D |
Wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
Em | G | D |
Don’t know where | I’ll be to | morrow |
| Em | G | D |
Ooh the | wheel in the | sky keeps | turning |
Em | G | D |
Wheel in the | sky keeps on | turning |
| D | G | D |
On a | warm summer’s evenin’ on a | train bound for | nowhere |
| G | D | A |
I | met up with the | gambler, we were both too tired to | sleep |
| D | G | D |
So | we took turns a-starin’ out the | window at the | darkness |
| G | D | A | D |
Till | boredom overtook | us, | and he began to | speak |
| D | G | D |
He said, | son, I’ve made a life out of | readin’ people’s | faces |
| G | D | A |
And | knowin’ what their | cards were by the way they held their | eyes |
| D | G | D |
And if | you don’t mind my sayin’, I can | see you’re out of | aces |
| G | D | A | D |
For a | taste of your | whiskey I’ll | give you some | advice |
| D | G | D |
So I | handed him my bottle and he | drank down my last | swallow |
G | D | A |
Then he bummed a | cigarette and asked me for a | light |
| D | G | D |
And the | night got deathly quiet, and his | face lost all expr | ession |
| G | D | A | D |
Said, if you’re | gonna play the | game, boy, ya gotta | learn to play it | right |
| D | G | D |
You got to | know when to hold ‘em, | know when to | fold ‘em |
G | D | A |
Know when to | walk away and know when to | run |
| D | A | D | G | D |
You never | count | your | money when you’re | sittin’ at the | table |
| G | D | A | D |
There’ll be | time enough for | countin’ | when the dealin’s | done |
E | A | E |
Ev’ry gambler knows that the | secret to surv | ivin’ |
| A | E | B |
Is | knowin’ what to | throw away and knowing what to | keep |
| E | A | E |
‘Cause | ev’ry hand’s a winner and | ev’ry hand’s a | loser |
| A | E | B | E |
And the | best that you can | hope for is to | die in your | sleep |
| E | A | E |
And | when he’d finished speakin’, he | turned back towards the | window |
A | E | B |
Crushed out his ciga | rette and faded off to | sleep |
| E | A | E |
And | somewhere in the darkness the | gambler, he broke | even |
| A | E | B | E |
But | in his final | words I found an | ace that I could | keep |
| E | A | E |
You got to | know when to hold ‘em, | know when to | fold ‘em |
A | E | B |
Know when to | walk away and know when to | run |
| E | B | E | A | E |
You never | count | your | money when you’re | sittin’ at the | table |
| A | E | B | E |
There’ll be time | enough for | countin’ | when the dealin’s | done |
| E | A | E |
You got to | know when to hold ‘em, | know when to | fold ‘em |
A | E | B |
Know when to | walk away and know when to | run |
| E | B | E | A | E |
You never | count | your | money when you’re | sittin’ at the | table |
| A | E | B | E |
There’ll be time | enough for | countin’ | when the dealin’s | done |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
Why are there so m | any | songs about rai | nbows? |
| A | F#m | Bm | E |
And wh | at’s on the o | ther si | de? | |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
Rainbows are vi | sions, but o | nly il | lusions |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
Rainbows have no | thing to h | ide | |
Dmaj7 |
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it |
| C#m7 |
But | I know they’re wrong wait and see |
Bm | E | Amaj7 | F# |
Someday we’ll f | ind it the rai | nbow conn | ection |
| Bm | E | A |
The l | overs, the dre | amers, and m | e |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
Who said that | every wish would | be heard and | answered |
| A | F#m | Bm | E |
When | wished on the mor | ning | star | |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
Somebody | thought of that and | someone beli | eved it |
| A | F#m | Bm | E |
And | look what it’s | done so | far | |
Dmaj7 |
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing? |
C#m7 |
And what do we think we might see? |
Bm | E | Amaj7 | F# |
Someday we’ll f | ind it the rai | nbow conn | ection |
| Bm | E | A |
The l | overs, the dre | amers, and m | e |
| E/G# | F#m | A |
All | of us un | der its spell | |
| Dmaj7 | A/C# | Bm7 | E |
We know | that it’s prob | ably mag | ic | |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
Have you been hal | f-asleep? And h | ave you heard v | oices? |
| A | F#m | Bm | E |
Well I’ | ve heard them cal | ling my n | ame | |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
Are these the s | weet sounds that ca | lled the young sa | ilors? |
A | F#m | Bm | E |
The voice might be o | ne and the s | ame | |
Dmaj7 |
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it |
| C#m7 |
It’s | something that I’m s’posed to be |
Bm | E | Amaj7 | F# |
Someday we’ll f | ind it, the ra | inbow conn | ection |
| Bm | E | A |
The lo | vers, the dr | eamers, and | me |
E/G# | F#m | A |
La da dee | la da da | da |
| Dmaj7 | E | A |
La la | la la | la la | la |
A | D/A |
Beth I hear you | callin’ |
| E/A | F#m | E |
But I | can’t come home right | now | |
D | E/D |
Me and the boys are | playin’ |
| F#m | C#7sus4 | C#7/F |
And we | just can’t find the | sound | |
F#m | E |
Just a few more | hours |
| D | C#m |
And I’ll | be right home to | you |
| B7 | D | E |
I | think I hear them | callin’ | |
| F#m | F#m | E |
Oh | Beth what can I do? | | |
D | D/E | A |
Beth what | can I | do? |
A | D/A |
You say you feel so | empty |
| E/A | F#m | E |
That our | house just ain’t a | home | |
| D | E/D |
And | I’m always somewhere | else |
| F#m | C#7sus4 | C#7/F |
And | you’re always there al | one | |
F#m | E |
Just a few more | hours |
| D | C#m |
And I’ll | be right home to | you |
| B7 | D | E |
I | think I hear them | callin’ | |
| F#m | F#m | E |
Oh | Beth what can I do? | | |
D | D/E | A |
Beth what | can I | do? |
A | D/A |
Beth I know you’re | lonely |
| E/A | F#m | E |
And I | hope you’ll be | alright | |
| D | E7 |
‘Cause | me and the boys will be | playin’ |
Am7 | D11 |
Hey sista, go sista, s | oul sista, go sista |
Am7 | D11 |
Hey sista, go sista, s | oul sista |
| Am7 | D11 |
He | met Marmalade down in o | ld New Orleans |
Am7 | D11 |
Struttin’ her stuff on the | street |
| Dm7 | Em7 |
She said | hello, hey Joe, you wanna | give it a go? |
Am7 | D11 |
Gitchi, gitchi, ya-ya, d | a-da |
| Am7 | D11 |
G | itchi, gitchi, ya-ya he | re |
Am7 | D11 |
Mocha chocolata, y | a-ya |
Em7 | Am7 |
Creole lady Marma | lade |
Am7 | D11 |
Voulez-vous coucher avec m | oi, ce soir? |
| Am7 | D11 |
V | oulez-vous coucher ave | c moi? |
| Am7 | D11 |
He | stayed in her boudoir while | she freshened up |
Am7 | D11 |
That boy drank all that magn | olia wine, on her |
Dm7 | Em7 |
Black satin sheets, is w | here he started to freak |
Am7 | D11 |
Gitchi, gitchi, ya-ya, d | a-da |
| Am7 | D11 |
G | itchi, gitchi, ya-ya he | re |
Am7 | D11 |
Mocha chocolata, y | a-ya |
Em7 | Am7 |
Creole lady Marma | lade |
Am7 | D11 |
Voulez-vous coucher avec m | oi, ce soir? |
| Am7 | D11 |
V | oulez-vous coucher ave | c moi? |
Am7 | D11 |
Seeing her skin feeling | silky smoothe |
| Am7 | D11 |
C | olor of cafe au la | it |
| Dm7 | Em7 |
Made the | savage beast inside | roar until it cried |
Am7 | D11 |
Now he’s at home doing | nine to five |
Am7 | D11 |
Living his brave life of l | ies |
| Dm7 | Em7 |
But when he | turns off to sleep, old | memories keep |
Am7 | D11 |
Gitchi, gitchi, ya-ya, d | a-da |
| Am7 | D11 |
G | itchi, gitchi, ya-ya he | re |
Am7 | D11 |
Mocha chocolata, y | a-ya |
Em7 | Am7 |
Creole lady Marma | lade |
Am7 | D11 |
Voulez-vous coucher avec m | oi, ce soir? |
| Am7 | D11 |
V | oulez vous coucher ave | c moi? |
Am7 | D11 |
Voulez-vous coucher avec m | oi, ce soir? |
Em7 | Am7 |
Creole lady Marma | lade |
C | Am | F | G | C |
Oh, oh-oh- | oh, oh- | ooh, | you don’t have to | go |
| Am | F | G | C |
Oh- | oh-oh- | ooh, | you don’t have to | go |
| Am | F | G | Am |
Oh- | oh-oh- | ooh, | you don’t have to g | o |
C | Am | F | G | C |
Aye, ah-ah- | ah, ah- | aye, | all those tears I | cried |
| Am | F | G | C |
Ah- | ah-ah- | aye, | all those tears I | cried |
| Am | F | G | Am |
Oh- | oh, ah- | aye, | baby please | don’t go |
Am | G |
When I read the letter you | wrote me |
It made me mad, mad, mad
Am | G |
When I read the words that it | told me |
It made me sad, sad, sad
Am | G |
But I still love you so, | I can’t let you go |
F | G |
I love you... | ooh, baby I love you |
C | Am | F | G | C |
Oh, oh-oh- | oh, oh- | ooh, | every breath I | take |
| Am | F | G | C | Am | F |
Oh- | oh-oh- | ooh, oooh, | every move I m | ake hey-hey | | |
G | Am |
Oh baby please | don’t go |
C | Am | F | G | C |
Aye, ah-ah- | ah, ah- | aye, you | hurt me to my | soul |
| Am | F | G | C |
Oh- | oh-oh- | ooh, | you hurt me to my | soul |
| Am | F | G | Am |
Oo | h, | | darling please | don’t go |
Am | G |
When I read the letter you | wrote me |
You made me mad, mad, mad
Am | G |
When I read the words that it | told me |
It made me sad, sad, sad
Am | G |
But I still love you so, | and I can’t let you go |
F | G |
I love you... | ooh, baby I love you |
C | Am | F | G | C |
Oh, oh-oh- | oh, oh- | ooh, | you don’t have to | go |
| Am | F | G | C |
Oh- | oh-oh- | ooh, | you don’t have to | go |
| Am | F | G | Am |
Oh- | oh-oh-o | oh, oh | baby | baby, please, please, please, please |
C | Am | F | G |
Oh-oh, oh-oh, | oh-oh baby, | oh-oh I really | love you baby |
C | Am | F | G |
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, | ooh-ooh darling, | | oh |
C | Am | F | G |
| Oh, oh | baby I still | love you so |
G | D |
We | come from the land of the ice and snow |
| D | G |
From the | midnight sun where the hot | springs blow |
Em |
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands |
To fight the horde and singing and crying
D | G | Em |
Valhalla, I am coming | | |
A# |
Our only goal will be the western shore |
G | D |
We | come from the land of the ice and snow |
| D | G |
From the | midnight sun where the hot | springs blow |
Em |
How soft your fields, so green |
| Em |
Can w | hisper tales of gore |
| Em | G |
Of | how we calmed the tides of war | |
D | G | Em |
We are your overlords | | |
A# |
Our only goal will be the western shore |
Em |
So now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins |
Em |
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all you’re losing |
Am | Cmaj7/G# | C/G | D/F# | Fmaj7 | G/B | Am |
| | | | | | |
| Am | Cmaj7/G# | C/G | D/F# |
There’s a l | ady who’ | s sure all that g | litters is | gold |
| Fmaj7 | G/B | Am |
And she’s | buying a stairway to | heave | n |
| Am | Cmaj7/G# | C/G | D/F# |
When she g | ets there she | knows, if the s | tores are all c | losed |
| Fmaj7 | G/B | Am |
With a | word she can get what she | came f | or |
C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am | C | G/B | Dsus4 | D |
Ooh | , | oo | h, and she’s | buying a | stairway to | heaven | |
| C | D | Fmaj7 | Am |
There’s a | sign on the | wall but she w | ants to be | sure |
| C | D | Fmaj7 |
‘Cause you k | now sometimes w | ords have two | meanings |
| Am | Cmaj7/G# | C/G | D/F# |
In a tr | ee by th | e brook, there’s a | songbird who | sings |
| Fmaj7 | G/B | Am |
Sometimes a | ll of our thoughts are | misg | iven |
Am | Cmaj7/G# | C/G | D/F# | Fmaj7 | G/B | Am |
| | | | | | |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | , it makes me w | onder | | | | | |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | , it makes me w | onder | | | | | |
| C | G/B | Am |
There’s a fe | eling I | get when I | look to the west |
| C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
And my sp | irit is | crying for | leav | ing |
| C | G/B | Am |
In my t | hought | s I have seen rings of | smoke through the trees |
| C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
And the v | oices | of those who stand | looki | ng |
C | G/B |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | , it makes me w | onder | | | | | |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | , it makes me w | onder | | | | | |
| C | G/B | Am |
And it’s w | hispered that | soon if we | all call the tune |
| C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
Then the p | iper will | lead us to | reas | on |
| C | G/B | Am |
And a | new day will dawn | for | those who stand long |
| C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
And the fo | rests will | echo with | laught | er |
C | G/B |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | | | | | | | |
C | G/B | Am |
If there’s a | bustle in your | hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now |
C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
It’s just a | spring clean for the | May qu | een |
C | G/B | Am |
Yes, there are | two paths you can | go by, but in the long run |
C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
There’s still | time to change the | road you’re | on |
C | G/B |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | , it makes me w | onder | | | | | |
Am7 | D | Am7 | Am | Em | D | C | D |
Ooh | | | | | | | |
C | G/B | Am |
Your head is | humming and it w | on’t go, in case you don’t know |
C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
The piper’s | calling you to | join h | im |
C | G/B | Am |
Dear lady, | can you hear the | wind blow, and did you know |
C | G/B | Fmaj7 | Am |
Your stairway | lies on the | whispering | wind |
C | G/B |
D | Dsus4 | D | Dsus4 | Cadd9 | G/B |
D | Dsus4 | D | Dsus4 | Cadd9 | G/B |
| | | | | |
Am | G | F | G |
And as we | wind on down the | road | |
Am | G | F | G |
Our shadows | taller than our | soul | |
Am | G | F | G |
There walks a | lady we all k | now | |
Am | G | F | G |
Who shines white l | ight and wants to | show | |
Am | G | F | G |
How everyt | hing still turns to | gold | |
Am | G | F | G |
And if you | listen very | hard | |
Am | G | F | G |
The tune will | come to you at | last | |
Am | G | F | G |
When all are | one and one is | all | |
Am | G | Fmaj7 |
To be a r | ock and not to r | oll |
Fmaj7 | Am |
And she’s buying a stairway to heav | en |
A |
Call me the breeze, I keep blowin’ down the road |
| D | A |
Well now they c | all me the breeze, I keep blowin’ down the r | oad |
D | A |
I don’t carry me no lo | ad |
| A |
Ain’t no c | hange in the weather, ain’t no changes in me |
| D | A |
Well there ain’t no c | hange in the weather, ain’t no changes in m | e |
| E |
And I ain’t h | idin’ from nobody |
D | A |
Nobody’s hidin’ from m | e |
Oh, that's the way its supposed to be
| A |
Well I got that g | reen light babe, I got to keep movin’ on |
| D | A |
Well I got that g | reen light babe, I got to keep movin’ o | n |
| E |
Well I might go o | ut to California |
D | A |
Might go ‘round to Georgia, I don’t k | now |
| A |
Well I d | ig you Georgia peaches, makes me feel right at home |
| D | A |
Well now I d | ig you Georgia peaches, makes me feel right at h | ome |
E |
But I don’t love me no one woman |
D | A |
So I can’t stay in Georgia l | ong |
| A |
Well now they | call me the breeze, I keep blowin’ down the road |
| D | A |
Well now they c | all me the breeze, I keep blowin’ down the r | oad |
D | A |
I don’t carry me no lo | ad |
A | A | A/C# | A/C# | D | D | Ebdim7 | Ebdim7 | E |
| | | | | | | | |
| Bb7 | A7 |
Oooh, Mr. Breeze | → | |
| D |
I was c | utting the rug, down at place called The Jug |
| A |
With a g | irl named Linda Lou |
| D |
When | in walked a man with a gun in his hand |
| E7 | A |
And he was | looking for you know w | ho |
| D |
He said | hey there, fellow with the hair colored yellow |
G | E7 |
Whatcha tryin’ to | prove? |
| D |
‘Cause that’s | my woman there and I’m a man who cares |
| A | D |
And this | might be all for | you |
I said, "Excuse me"
| D |
I was s | cared and fearing for my life |
| A |
I was s | haking like a leaf on a tree |
| D |
‘Cause he was | lean, mean, big and bad, lord |
E7 | A |
Pointin’ that gun on | me |
| D |
Oh, | wait a minute, mister I didn’t even kiss her |
G | E7 |
Don’t want no trouble with | you |
| D |
And I | know you don’t owe me but I wish you would let me |
A | D |
Ask one favor from | you |
| D |
Oh won’t you | gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
| A | D |
Gimme | three steps toward your | door |
D |
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
| A | D |
And you’ll | never see me no | more |
For, sure
| D |
Well the | crowd cleared away, and I began to pray |
| A |
And the | water fell on the floor |
| D |
And I’m | telling you, son, well, it ain’t no fun |
| E7 | A |
Staring | straight down a forty- | four |
| D |
Well, he | turned and screamed at Linda Lou |
| G | E7 |
And that’s the | break I was looking | for |
| D |
And you could | hear me screaming a mile away |
| A | D |
As I was | headed out toward your | door |
| D |
Oh won’t you | gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
| A | D |
Gimme | three steps toward your | door |
D |
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister |
| A | D |
And you’ll | never see me no | more |
Show me the back door
| A | F#m |
You | take the good, you | take the bad |
| D | E |
You | take ‘em both and | there you have |
| D | G/D | D |
The | facts of life | → | |
| E | A/E | E |
The | facts of life | → | |
| A | F#m |
There’s a | time you gotta | go and show |
| D | E |
You’re | growin’ now ya | know about |
| D | G/D | D |
The | facts of life | → | |
| E | A/E | E |
The | facts of life | → | |
| D | E |
When the | world never | seems |
| A | E/G# | D/F# | E |
To be | li | ving | up to your | dreams |
| D |
And | suddenly you’re findin’ out |
| E | D | G/D | D |
The | facts of life are all about | you | → | |
| A | F#m |
When there’s | someone that you | care about |
| D | E |
It | really isn’t | fair they’re out to |
| E | A/E | E |
When you’re | growing up | → | |
| A | F#m |
When you | let ‘em flirt and | then you hurt |
| D | E |
A | waitin’ ‘cause your | date is late |
| E | A/E | E |
Then you’re | growin’ up | → | |
| D | E |
When it’s | more than just the birds and the | bees |
| A | E/G# | D/F# | E |
You need | some | one | telling you | please |
| D |
There’s | only one conclusion |
| E | D | G/D | D |
There will | always be confusion over | you | → | |
D | F#m7 | Bm7 |
It takes a | lot to get ‘em | right |
A/C# | D | A |
When you’re | learning the facts of | life |
| A | F#m |
You’ll av | oid a lot of | damage |
| D | E |
And enj | oy the fun of | managing |
| D | G/D | D |
The | facts of life | → | |
| E | A/E | E |
They shed a | lot of light | → | |
| A | F#m |
If you | hear ‘em from your | brother |
| D | E |
Better | clear ‘em with your | mother |
| D | G/D | D |
Better | get ‘em right | → | |
| E | A/E | E |
Call her | late at night | → | |
| D | E |
You got the | future in the palm of your ha | nd |
| A | E/G# | D/F# | E |
All you | gotta do to | get you through is | understand | |
| D |
You | think you’d rather do without |
| E | D | G/D | D |
You’ll | never muddle through without the | truth | → | |
| A |
The facts of life are all about | you |
| D | F |
Oh learning the facts of life | | |
| A |
Oh they’re all about | you |
| D | F |
They’re all about y | ou, about | you |
D | Bm |
Sunday, Monday, | happy days |
Em | A |
Tuesday, Wednesday, | happy days |
F# | Bm |
Thursday, Friday, | happy days |
| G | A | G | A |
The | weekend co | mes, my cy | cle hu | ms |
A | A7 |
Ready to race to | you |
D | Bm | G | A |
These days are | all | happy and | free |
D | Bm | G | A |
These days are | ours, | share them with | me |
D |
Goodbye gray sky, hello blue |
| G |
There’s | nothing can hold me when I hold you |
E |
Feels so right it can’t be wrong |
A7 |
Rockin’ and rollin’ all week long |
D | Bm | G | A |
These days are | all | happy and | free |
D | Bm | G | A |
These days are | ours, | share them with | me |
D | Bm |
Sunday, Monday, | happy days |
Em | A |
Tuesday, Wednesday, | happy days |
F# | Bm |
Thursday, Friday, | happy days |
G | A | G | A |
Satur | day, | what a d | ay |
A | A7 |
Groovin’ all week with | you |
D | Bm | G | A |
These days are | all | share them with | me |
D | Bm | G | A |
These days are | ours, | happy and | free |
D | Bm | G |
These happy d | ays are yours and | mine |
| A | G | D |
These happy | days are yours and | my happy | days |
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Schlemiel! Schlimazel! Hasenpfeffer Incorporated
G | B |
Give us any | chance we’ll take it |
Em | C |
Read us any | rule we’ll break it |
G/D | Em | D/F# |
We’re gonna | make our dreams come | true |
G | B |
Nothin’s gonna | turn us back now |
Em | C |
Straight ahead and | on the track now |
G/D | Em | D/F# |
We’re gonna | make our dreams come | true |
Em7 | A |
There is nothing | we won’t try |
Dmaj7 |
Never heard the word impossible |
Cmaj7 | Fmaj7 | G |
This time there’s | no stopping | us |
G | B |
On your mark get | set and go now |
Em | C |
Got a dream and | we just know now |
G/D | Em | D/F# |
We’re gonna | make that dream come | true |
| G | Em7 |
And we’ll do it | our way, yes | our way |
C | D |
Make all our dreams come | true |
| G | Em7 |
And we’ll do it | our way, yes | our way |
C | Dsus4 |
Make all our dreams come | true |
| A |
Dan | ce with me, I want to be your partner |
Dmaj7 |
Can’t you see the music is just starting |
| Bm | E |
Ni | ght is calling, and | I am falling |
A |
Fantasy could never be so thrilling |
Dmaj7 |
I feel free, I hope that you are willing |
Bm | E |
Pick your feet up, and | kick your feet up |
Dmaj7 | E |
Let it lift you | off the ground |
Dmaj7 | B |
Starry eyes, and | love is all around us |
D | E | E/F | F#m |
I can take you | where you | want to | go |
| A |
Dan | ce with me, I want to be your partner |
Dmaj7 |
Can’t you see the music is just starting? |
| Bm | E |
Ni | ght is calling, and | I am falling |
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Dmaj7 | E |
Let it lift you | off the ground |
Dmaj7 | B |
Starry eyes, and | love is all around us |
D | E | E/F | F#m |
I can take you | where you | want to | go |
| A |
Dan | ce with me, I want to be your partner |
Dmaj7 |
Can’t you see the music is just starting? |
| Bm | E |
Ni | ght is calling, and | I am falling |
A | A | D | D |
| | | x2, then flashy outro riff |
A |
We’ve been together since way back when |
Sometimes I never want to see you again
| D | E |
But I | want you to know, after | all these years |
D | E |
You’re still the one I want | whisperin’ in my ear |
| A | D |
You’re | still the one I want to | talk to in bed |
F#m | B |
Still the one that | turns my head |
D | E | A |
We’re still having fun | and you’re still the | one |
| A |
I | looked at your face every day |
But I never saw it till I went away
| D | E |
When | winter came, I just | wanted to go |
D | E |
Deep in the desert I | longed for the snow |
| A | D |
You’re | still the one that | makes me laugh |
F#m | B |
Still the one that’s my | better half |
D | E | A |
We’re still having fun | and you’re still the o | ne |
| A | D |
You’re | still the one that | makes me strong |
F#m | B |
Still the one I want to | take along |
D | E | A |
We’re still having fun | and you’re still the o | ne, yes you are |
A | B11/A |
Changing, our | love is going gold |
G | F#m | E |
Even though we grow | old, it grows | new |
| A | D |
You’re | still the one that I | love to touch |
F#m | B |
Still the one and I | can’t get enough |
D | E | A |
We’re still having fun | and you’re still the o | ne |
| A | D |
You’re | still the one who can | scratch my itch |
F#m | B |
Still the one and | I wouldn’t switch |
D | E | A |
We’re still having fun | and you’re still the o | ne |
D | E | A | D |
You | are | still the one that | makes me shout |
F#m | B |
Still the one that I | dream about |
D | E | A |
We’re still having fun | and you’re still the o | ne |
| A | D |
You are | still the one | |
| F#m | B |
You’re | still the one | |
D | E | A | D/A |
We’re still having fun | and you’re still the o | ne | |
A | A | B11/A | B11/A | G | F#m | D | A |
| | | | | → | | |
| G |
Every | day she takes a morning bath |
Em | Am |
Wraps a towel around her as she’s | heading for the bedroom chair |
| D | G |
It’s just | another | day |
C | G |
Slipping into stoc | kings |
C | G | A7 |
Dipping in the poc | ket of her | raincoat |
D | G |
It’s just another | day |
| G | B7 |
At the | office where the papers grow she | takes a break |
Em | Am |
Drinks another coffee and she | finds it hard to stay awake |
| D | G | C | Am |
It’s just an | other | day | doo doo doo doo doo | doo |
| D | G | E7 | Am |
It’s just an | other d | ay doo doo doo | doo doo | doo |
| D | G | D/F# | Em |
It’s just an | other d | ay | | |
A/C# | Cmaj7 | Em |
Sometimes she | feels so s | ad |
| Cmaj7 |
Alone in her apartment she’d | dwell |
| A/C# | Cmaj7 | Em |
Till the man of her | dreams comes to | break, the s | pell |
E | Am | D |
Ah, | stay, don’t stand her | up |
| Daug | Bm/D | B7 | Em |
And he | comes, and he | stays, but he | leaves the next | day |
| C | A/C# | C | Em |
So | sad, | sometimes she | feels so | sad |
| G | B7 |
As she | posts another letter to the | sound of five |
Em | Am |
People gather round her and she | finds it hard to stay alive |
| D | G | C | Am |
It’s just an | other | day | doo doo doo doo doo | doo |
| D | G | E7 | Am |
It’s just an | other d | ay doo doo doo | doo doo | doo |
| D | G | D/F# | Em |
It’s just an | other d | ay | | |
A/C# | Cmaj7 | Em |
Sometimes she | feels so s | ad |
| Cmaj7 |
Alone in her apartment she’d | dwell |
| A/C# | Cmaj7 | Em |
Till the man of her | dreams comes to | break, the s | pell |
E | Am | D |
Ah, | stay, don’t stand her | up |
| Daug | Bm/D | B7 | Em |
And he | comes, and he | stays, but he | leaves the next | day |
| C | A/C# | C | Em |
So | sad, | sometimes she | feels so | sad |
| G |
Every | day she takes a morning bath |
Em | Am |
Wraps a towel around her as she’s | heading for the bedroom chair |
| D | G |
It’s just | another | day |
C | G |
Slipping into stoc | kings |
C | G | A7 |
Dipping in the poc | ket of her | raincoat |
D | G | C | Am |
It’s just another | day | doo doo doo doo doo | doo |
| D | G | E7 | Am |
It’s just an | other d | ay doo doo doo | doo doo | doo |
| D | G | F | C | G |
It’s just an | other d | ay | | | |
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A | Bm |
You gave me something, | I understand |
A | Bm |
You gave me loving in the | palm of my hand |
D | Bm | D |
I can’t | tell you how I f | eel |
| Bm | A |
My | heart is like a w | heel |
A | D |
Let me r | oll it to you |
A | D | A |
Let me r | oll it to you | |
A | Bm |
I want to tell you, and | now’s the time |
A | Bm |
I want to tell you that you’re | going to be mine |
D | Bm | D |
I can’t | tell you how I f | eel |
| Bm | A |
My | heart is like a w | heel |
A | D |
Let me r | oll it to you |
A | D | A |
Let me r | oll it to you | |
D | Bm | D |
I can’t | tell you how I f | eel |
| Bm | A |
My | heart is like a w | heel |
A | D |
Let me r | oll it to you |
A | D | A |
Let me r | oll it to you | |
A | Bm |
You gave me something | I understand |
A | Bm |
You gave me loving in the | palm of my hand |
D | Bm | D |
I can’t | tell you how I f | eel |
| Bm | A |
My | heart is like a w | heel |
A | D |
Let me r | oll it to you |
A | D | A |
Let me r | oll it to you | |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
Maybe I’m am | azed at the way you l | ove me all the t | ime |
G | D/F# | A |
And maybe I’m afr | aid of the way I lo | ve you |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
Maybe I’m ama | zed at the way you pu | lled me out of t | ime |
| G | D/F# |
You h | ung me on a l | ine |
| F | C/E | A |
And m | aybe I’m amazed at the w | ay I really n | eed you |
| B9 |
Maybe I’m a l | onely man who’s in the middle of something |
E | B | B(#9) |
That he doesn’t really underst | and | |
| B9 |
And maybe you’re the | only woman who could ever help me |
E | B/D# | Bm/D | C#m7 | F#7 |
Baby won’t you help me to underst | and | | | |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
G | D/F# | A |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
G | D/F# |
F | C | A |
| | |
| B9 |
Maybe I’m a l | onely man who’s in the middle of something |
E | B | B(#9) |
That he doesn’t really underst | and | |
| B9 |
And maybe you’re the | only woman who could ever help me |
E | B/D# | Bm/D | C#m7 | F#7 |
Baby won’t you help me to underst | and | | | |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
Maybe I’m am | azed at the way you’re | with me all the | time |
G | D/F# | A |
Maybe I’m a | fraid of the way I | need you |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
Maybe I’m a | mazed at the way you | help me sing my | song |
| G | D/F# |
You | right me when I’m | wrong |
| F | C/E | A |
And | maybe I’m amazed at the | way I really n | eed you |
| B9 |
Maybe I’m a l | onely man who’s in the middle of something |
E | B | B(#9) |
That he doesn’t really underst | and | |
| B9 |
And maybe you’re the | only woman who could ever help me |
E | B/D# | Bm/D | C#m7 | F#7 |
Baby won’t you help me to underst | and | | | |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
G | D/F# | A |
G | D/F# | A | E/A |
G | D/F# |
F | C | A |
| | |
B | Bmaj7 | B9 |
E | B | B(#9) |
B | Bmaj7 | B9 |
E | B/D# | Bm/D | C#m7 | F#7 |
Am | G/B | C6 | Am | G/B | C6 | Bm7 |
Am | G/B | C6 |
| | |
| C/G | G |
I can almost remember their | funny fac | es |
G |
That time you told ‘em that |
| C/G |
You were gonna be marrying s | oon |
| Bm7 | Am |
And | Jet, I thought the o | nly |
| G/B | C6 | G |
Lonel | y pl | ace was on the moo | n |
G | C/G | G |
Jet, was your father as bold as a | sergeant | major? |
| G | C/G |
Well | how come he told you that you were hardly old enough | yet? |
| Bm7 |
And | Jet, I thought the |
Am | G/B | C6 | G |
Major was | a | lady suffrag | ette |
A | D |
Ah, mater, want Jet to al | ways love me |
A | D |
Ah, mater, want Jet to al | ways love me |
A | G | Gsus4 | G |
Ah, mater, m | uch | later | |
C | G/B | Gm13/A# | F | F | C | G |
→ | | → | | → | | |
x2
| Bm7 |
And | Jet, I thought the |
Am | G/B | C6 | G |
Major was | a | lady suffrag | ette |
A | D |
Ah, mater, want Jet to al | ways love me |
A | D |
Ah, mater, want Jet to al | ways love me |
A | G | Gsus4 | G |
Ah, mater, m | uch | later | |
C | G/B | Gm13/A# | F | F | C | G |
→ | | → | | → | | |
x2
G | C/G | G |
Jet, with the wind in your hair of a | thousand | laces |
| C/G |
Climb on the back and we’ll go for a ride in the | sky |
| Bm7 |
And | Jet, I thought that the |
Am | G/B | C6 | G |
Major was a | little | lady suffrag | ette |
Am | G/B | C6 | G |
Thought you was a | little | lady suffrag | ette |
Am | G/B | C6 | Bm7 |
| | My little lady | yes |
Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 | B7 |
The problem is | all inside your | head, she | said to | me | |
Em | Ebdim7 | Gbdim7 | B7+ | B7 |
The answer is | easy if you | take it logically | | |
Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 |
I’d like to | help you in your | struggle | to be | free |
| B7 | Em | Am | Em |
There | must be | fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 | B7 |
She said it’s | really not my | habit | to | intrude | |
| Em | Ebdim7 | Gbdim7 | B7+ | B7 |
Furthe | rmore, I hope my | meaning won’t be | lost or miscon | strued | |
| Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 |
But I’ll re | peat myself, | at the | risk of | being | rude |
| B7 | Em | Am | Em |
There | must be | fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
Em | Am | Em |
Fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
| G |
You just slip out the | back, Jack |
| C |
You don’t need to be | coy, Roy |
| Bb |
You don’t need to | discuss much |
| C |
Just drop off the | key, Lee |
Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 | B7 |
She said it | grieves me so to | see you | in such | pain | |
| Em | Ebdim7 | Gbdim7 | B7+ | B7 |
I wish | there was something | I could do to | make you smile again | | |
| Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 |
I said I ap | preciate that | and | would you | please ex | plain |
| B7 | Em |
A | bout the | fifty ways |
Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 | B7 |
She said why | don’t we both just | sleep on | it to | night | |
| Em | Ebdim7 | Gbdim7 | B7+ | B7 |
And I be | lieve in the | morning you’ll | begin to see the light | | |
| Em | Bm/D | Am | Am/G | Ebdim7 |
And then she | kissed me and I | realized she | probab | ly was | right |
| B7 | Em | Am | Em |
There | must be | fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
Em | Am | Em |
Fifty | ways to leave your | lover |
| G |
You just slip out the | back, Jack |
| C |
You don’t need to be | coy, Roy |
| Bb |
You don’t need to | discuss much |
| C |
Just drop off the | key, Lee |
| G |
You just slip out the | back, Jack |
| C |
You don’t need to be | coy, Roy |
| Bb |
You don’t need to | discuss much |
| C |
Just drop off the | key, Lee |
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D | Dmaj7 | D7 | G | Em | A7 | D | Em | A7 |
| | | | | | | | |
| D | Dmaj7 | D7 | G |
When I think | back on | all the | crap I learned in h | igh school |
Em | A7 | D | Em | A7 |
It’s a wonder | I can think at a | ll | | |
| D | Dmaj7 | D7 | G |
And though my la | ck of | educ | ation hasn’t | hurt me none |
Em | A7 | D |
I can read the | writing on the | wall |
| Am | D7 |
They give us those | nice bright | colors |
| G | C |
They give us the | greens of sum | mers |
| A | D |
Makes you think a | ll the wor | ld’s a sunny |
| Am | D7 | G | C |
I got a N | ikon cam | era, I love to take | photograp | hs |
| A | D |
So momma, don’t t | ake my | Kodachrome |
| D | Dmaj7 | D7 | G |
If you took | all the | girls I | knew when I was | single |
Em | A7 | D | Em | A7 |
And put ‘em all | together for one | night | | |
| D | Dmaj7 | D7 | G |
I know they’d | never | match my | sweet imagin | ation |
Em | A7 | D |
And ev’rything looks | worse in black and | white |
| Am | D7 |
They give us those | nice bright | colors |
| G | C |
They give us the | greens of sum | mers |
| A | D |
Makes you think a | ll the wor | ld’s a sunny |
| Am | D7 | G | C |
I got a N | ikon cam | era, I love to take | photograp | hs |
| A | D |
So momma, don’t t | ake my | Kodachrome |
| G | Bm | Em |
Mama don’t | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
| G | Bm | Em |
Mama don’t | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
| G | Bm | Em |
Mama don’t | take my | Kodachrome a | way |
G |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome |
Bm |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome |
Em |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome away |
G |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome |
Bm |
Leave your boy so far from home |
Em |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome away |
G |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome |
Bm |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome |
Em |
Mama don’t take my Kodachrome away |
| G |
The | Mama pajama rolled outta bed |
| C |
And she ran to the police s | tation |
| D |
When the | papa found out, he began to shout |
| G |
He started the investi | gation |
| D | G |
It’s against the | law, it was against the l | aw |
| D | G |
What the mama | saw, it was against the l | aw |
G |
Mama look down and spit on the ground |
| C |
Every time her name gets | mentioned |
| D |
The | papa said oy, if I get that boy |
| G |
I’m gonna stick him in the house of de | tention |
| C | G |
Well I’m on my wa | y, I don’t know w | here I’m goin’ |
| C | G |
I’m on my | way, I’m takin’ my | time |
| A | D |
But I d | on’t know w | here |
| C | G |
Goodbye to R | osie, the queen of Co | rona |
| G | F | C | D | G | C | G | D |
Seein’ | me and Ju | lio d | own by the sch | ooly | ard | | | |
| G | F | C | D | G | C | G | D |
Seein’ | me and Ju | lio d | own by the sch | ooly | ard | | | |
C | G | C | G | A | D | C | G |
G | F | C | D | G | C | G | D |
G | F | C | D | G | C | G | D | D |
| | | | | | | | |
| G |
Woah... | In a couple of days they’re gonna take me away |
| C |
But the press let the story | leak |
| D |
Now when the | radical priest come to get me released |
| G |
We was all on the cover of | Newsweek |
| C | G |
Well I’m on my wa | y, I don’t know w | here I’m goin’ |
| C | G |
I’m on my | way, I’m takin’ my | time |
| A | D |
But I d | on’t know w | here |
| C | G |
Goodbye to R | osie, the queen of Co | rona |
| G | F | C | D | G | C | G | D |
Seein’ | me and Ju | lio d | own by the sch | ooly | ard | | | |
| G | F | C | D | G | C | G | D |
Seein’ | me and Ju | lio d | own by the sch | ooly | ard | | | |
| G | F | C | D | G |
Seein’ | me and Ju | lio d | own by the sch | ooly | ard |
Bm | A |
Hello, is there anybody | in there? |
| G | Em |
Just nod if you can | hear me | |
| A |
I hear you’re | feeling down |
G | Em |
I can ease your | pain |
| Bm |
And get you | on your feet again |
| A |
I’ll need some infor | mation first |
G | Em |
Just the basic facts | |
| Bm |
Can you | show me where it hurts? |
D | A |
There is no pain you are re | ceding |
D | A |
A distant ship smoke on the ho | rizon |
C | G |
You are only coming through in | waves |
| C | G |
Your | lips move but I can’t hear what you’re | saying |
| D | A |
When | I was a child I had a | fever |
| D | A |
My | hands felt just like two | balloons |
C | G |
Now I’ve got that feeling once a | gain |
| C |
I can’t explain, you would not | understand |
A | C | G | D |
I | have be | come comfortably | numb |
A | D | A | C | G | C | G |
A | C | G | D |
I | have be | come comfortably | numb |
Bm | A |
O.K. (O.K., O.K.) just a little | pinprick |
| G | Em |
There’ll be no more | aaaa | aaaah! |
| Bm |
But you may | feel a little sick |
| A |
I do believe it’s | working, good |
| G | Em |
That’ll keep you | going for the | show |
| Bm |
Come | on it’s time to go |
D | A |
There is no pain, you are re | ceding |
D | A |
A distant ship smoke on the ho | rizon |
C | G |
You are only coming through in | waves |
| C | G |
Your | lips move but I can’t hear what you’re | saying |
| D | A |
When | I was a child, I caught a | fleeting glimpse |
D | A |
Out of the corner of my | eye |
C | G |
I turned to look but it was | gone |
| C |
I cannot put my finger | on it now |
| G |
The child is grown, the | dream is gone |
A | C | G | D |
I | have be | come comfortably | numb |
A | C | G | D |
I | have be | come comfortably | numb |
| C |
I’ve got a | little black book with my poems in |
| E |
Got a | bag with a toothbrush and a comb in |
| F | C |
When | I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a | bone |
F | C |
I got e | lastic bands keeping my shoes on |
| E | E7 |
Got those | swollen hand blues | |
| F | C |
Got | thirteen channels of shit on the TV to | choose from |
| C |
I’ve got e | lectric light |
C7 |
And I’ve got second sight |
| F | Fm | C | E7 | Am | D7 | G |
And a | mazing po | wers of observatio | n | | | | |
| E7 |
And that is how I know | |
Am |
When I try to get through |
C | D | Fm |
On the telephone to you | | |
| C |
There’ll be nobody ho | me |
| C |
I’ve got the ob | ligatory Hendrix perm |
| E |
And the in | evitable pinhole burns |
F | C |
All down the front of my favorite satin s | hirt |
F | C |
I’ve got | nicotine stains on my fingers |
| E | E7 |
I’ve got a | silver spoon on a chain | |
| F | C |
Got a | grand piano to prop up my mortal re | mains |
| C |
I’ve got | wild staring eyes |
C7 | F |
And I’ve got a strong urge to fly | |
| Fm | C | E7 | Am | D7 | G |
But | I got nowhere to | fly to | | | | |
Am | C | D | Fm |
Ooooh, babe | when I pick up the phone | | |
| C | F | C | F | C |
There’s still nobody hom | e | | | | |
| C |
I’ve got a | pair of Gohill’s boots |
| E | E7 |
And I got | fading roots | |
F#m | A |
Ticking away the moments that make up a | dull day |
E | F#m |
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand | way |
F#m | A |
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your | hometown |
E | F#m |
Waiting for someone or something to show you the | way |
Dmaj7 |
Tired of lying in the sunshine |
Amaj7 |
Staying home to watch the rain |
Dmaj7 |
You are young and life is long and |
Amaj7 |
There is time to kill today |
Dmaj7 |
And then one day you find |
C#m7 |
Ten years have got behind you |
Bm7 |
No one told you when to run |
E |
You missed the starting gun |
| F#m | A |
You | run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sink | ing |
E | F#m |
Racing around to come up behind you a | gain |
| F#m | A |
The | sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re | older |
E | F#m |
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to | death |
Dmaj7 |
Every year is geting shorter |
Amaj7 |
Never seem to find the time |
Dmaj7 |
Plans that either come to naught or |
Amaj7 |
Half a page of scribbled lines |
Dmaj7 |
Hanging on in quiet |
| C#m7 |
Despera | tion is the English way |
| Bm7 |
The | time is gone, the song is over |
| F/B |
Thought I’d something | more to say |
Em9 | A7 |
Em9 | A7 |
Em9 | A7 |
Home home a | gain |
Em9 | A7 |
I like to be here when I c | an |
Em9 | A7 |
When I come home cold and | tired |
| Em9 | A7 |
It’s | good to warm my bones beside the f | ire |
Cmaj7 | Bm7 |
Far away across the field the | tolling of the iron bell |
Fmaj7 | G |
Calls the faithful to their knees to | hear the softly |
D7#9 | Cdim/Eb | Bm |
Spoken | magic | spell |
Em7 | G | Em7 | G |
Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 |
G |
|
C | D |
So, so you think you can t | ell |
| Am | G |
Heaven from h | ell, blue skies from | pain |
| D |
Can you tell a green | field from a cold steel |
C | Am |
Rail, a smile from a | veil |
| G |
Do you think you can t | ell? |
| C | D |
And did they get you to tr | ade your heroes for | ghosts? |
| Am | G |
Hot ashes for tr | ees? Warm air for a coo | l breeze? |
| D |
Cold comfort for cha | nge? |
| C | Am | G |
And did you exchan | ge a walk on part in the | war for a lead role in a ca | ge? |
Em7 | G | Em7 | G |
Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 |
G |
|
C | D |
How I wish, how I wish you were | here |
| Am |
We’re just | two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl |
D |
Running over the same old ground |
| Am | G |
The same old | fears, wish you were here | |
Em7 | G | Em7 | G |
Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 |
G |
|
A | G | D | A | G | D |
I can see why | you think | you be | long to me | | |
| A | G | D |
I | never tried to | make you | think or |
A | D |
Let you see one thing for your | self |
| C | D |
But now you’re | off with someone else and I’m | alone |
| C | E |
You see I | thought that I might keep you for my | own |
A | G | D |
Amie | what you wanna | do? |
A | G | D |
I think | I could stay with | you |
| Bm | E |
For a | while maybe longer if I | do |
A | G | D | A | G | D |
Don’t you think the | time is | right for | us to find | | |
A | G | D |
All the things we | thought weren’t | proper |
| D | C | D |
And can you | see which way | we should turn together or | alone |
| C | E |
I can | never see what’s right or what is | wrong |
E |
Will it take to long to see? |
A | G | D |
Amie | what you wanna | do? |
A | G | D |
I think | I could stay with | you |
| Bm | E |
For a | while maybe longer if I | do |
A | G | D |
Amie | what you wanna | do? |
A | G | D |
I think | I could stay with | you |
| Bm | E |
For a | while maybe longer if I | do |
A | G | D | A | G | D |
Now it’s come to | what you | want you’ve | had your way | | |
| A | G | D |
And | all the things you | thought be | fore just |
| D | C | D |
And can you | see that I | don’t know if it’s you or if it’s | me |
| C | E |
If it’s | one of us I’m sure we both will | see |
E |
Won’t you look at me and tell me? |
A | G | D |
Amie | what you wanna | do? |
A | G | D |
I think | I could stay with | you |
| Bm | E |
For a | while maybe longer if I | do |
A | G | D |
Amie | what you wanna | do? |
A | G | D |
I think | I could stay with | you |
| Bm | E |
For a | while maybe longer if I | do |
| A | G6/A | Dsus2/A |
I keep | falling in and out of | love with | you |
A | G6/A | Dsus2/A |
Falling in and out of | love with | you |
A | G6/A | Dsus2/A |
Don’t know what I’m gonna | do | |
| A | Dsus2/A | Fmaj7 | Dmadd9 | A |
I keep | falling in and out of | love with | you | | |
| Em | D7 |
She keeps | Moet and Chandon | in her pretty cabinet |
Em | D7 | G |
“Let them eat cake” she says, | just like Marie A | ntoinette |
| G | D/F# | G7/F | C/E |
A | built-in | remedy for K | ruschev and Ke | nnedy |
| Cm/D# | G/D | C/D | D7 |
And | any time an i | nvitation yo | u can’t dec | line |
B7 | Em | D7 | G |
Caviar and | cigarettes, | well-versed in e | tiquette |
| F#7 | Bm | A7 |
Extra | ordinarily | nice, | she’s a |
Bm | F#m | Bm | C#7 | F#m |
Gunpowder, | gelatine, | dynamite with a | laser be | am |
B7 | A/C# | B7/D# | E | D |
Guarant | eed to | blow your | mind | |
Any time
C#7 | F#m |
Recommended | at the price |
| B7 | Em |
In | satiable in | appetite |
| Em |
To a | void complications |
| D |
She | never kept the same address |
| D | G |
She | spoke just like a b | aroness |
G | D/F# |
Met a man from | China |
| G7/D | C/E |
Went | down to Geisha M | inah |
| Cm/D# | G/D |
Then a | gain incid | entally |
| C/D | D7 |
If you’re | that way incl | ined |
| B7 | Em |
Perfume came | naturally from | Paris (naturally) |
| D7 | G |
For | cars she couldn’t | care less |
| F#7 | Bm | A7 |
Fast | idious and pre | cise, | she’s a |
Bm | F#m | Bm | C#7 | F#m |
Gunpowder, | gelatine, | dynamite with a | laser | beam |
B7 | A/C# | B7/D# | E | D |
Guarant | eed to | blow your | mind | |
Any time
| B7 | Em |
Drop of a | hat, she’s as | willing as |
B7 | Em |
Playful as a | pussycat |
| D | G |
Then | momentarily o | ut of action |
D | G |
Temporarily o | ut of gas |
| F#7 | Bm | A |
To | absolutely | drive | you |
D | A | Dm | A |
Wi- | ild, | wi- | ild, she’s a |
Bm | F#m | Bm | C#7 | F#m |
Gunpowder, | gelatine, | dynamite with a | laser | beam |
B7 | A/C# | B7/D# | E | D |
Guarant | eed to | blow your | mind | |
What a drag
C | G | Am | F | C | G | Am | F | F | G |
| | | | | | → | | → | |
C | G | Am | F | C | G | Am | F | F | G |
| | | | | | → | | → | |
C | G/B | Am | G |
I get the s | ame old dreams | same time ev | ery night |
F | C/E | Dm | G |
Fall to the g | round and I | wake up | |
C | G/B | Am | G |
So I get | out of bed, put | on my shoes and i | n my head |
F | C/E | Dm | G |
Thoughts fly b | ack to the br | eak-up | |
G# | A# |
These four walls are | closin’ in |
| G# | G/D | G |
L | ook at the fix you’ve | put me | in |
C | G | Am | F |
Since you’ve been go | ne, s | ince you’ve been go | ne |
| C | G | Am | F | F | G |
I’m o | ut of my he | ad, can’t t | ake | it | → | |
C | G | Am | F |
Could I be wro | ng, but s | ince you’ve been g | one |
C | G | Am | F | F | G |
You cast a sp | ell so | break i | t | → | |
C | G | Am | F | F | G |
Whoa | oh | → | | since you | been gone |
C | G/B | Am | G |
So in the n | ight I stand | beneath the b | ack street light |
F | C/E | Dm | G |
I read the w | ords that you s | ent to me | |
C | G/B | Am | G |
I could take the | afternoon the n | ighttime comes aro | und too soon |
F | C/E | Dm | G |
You can’t k | now what you m | ean to m | e |
G# | A# |
Your poison letter, your | telegram |
| G# | G/D | G |
J | ust goes to show you don’t | give a | damn |
C | G | Am | F |
Since you’ve been go | ne, s | ince you’ve been go | ne |
| C | G | Am | F | F | G |
I’m o | ut of my he | ad, can’t t | ake | it | → | |
C | G | Am | F |
Could I be wro | ng, but s | ince you’ve been g | one |
C | G | Am | F | F | G |
You cast a sp | ell so | break i | t | → | |
C | G | Am | F | F | G |
Whoa | oh | → | | since you | been gone |
C | Dm7 | Em7 | F | G7 | G#dim7 |
Am | C/G | F | G/D |
| | | |
| C | Dm7 | Em7 |
I | f you | will come | back |
| F | G7 | G#dim7 |
B | aby you kn | ow you’ll n | ever do |
D | A | Bm | G |
Since you’ve been go | ne, s | ince you’ve been go | ne |
| D | A | Bm | G | G | A |
I’m o | ut of my he | ad, can’t t | ake | it | → | |
D | A | Bm | G |
Could I be wro | ng, but s | ince you’ve been g | one |
D | A | Bm | G | G | A |
You cast a sp | ell so | break i | t | → | |
D | A | Bm | Gm/A# |
Whoa | oh | whoa | oh |
D/A | A | Bm | Gm/A# | D/A | A | D |
Whoa | oh | → | | ever since | you been | gone |
| C | C/B | Am |
Well I’d | like to | visit the | moon |
| F | G | C |
On a | rocket ship | high in the | air |
| C | C/B | Am |
Yes I’d | like to | visit the | moon |
| F | G | C |
But I | don’t think I’d | like to live | there |
| F | F/E |
Though I’d | like to look | down at the |
| F | F/E | Dm7 | C |
I would | miss all the | places and | people I | love |
| F | C | G | Am |
So al | though I might | like it for | one after | noon |
| F | G | C |
I | don’t want to | live on the | moon |
| C | C/B | Am |
I’d like to | travel | under the | sea |
| F | G | C |
I could | meet all the | fish every | where |
| C | C/B | Am |
Yes I’d | travel | under the | sea |
| F | G | C |
But I | don’t think I’d | like to live | there |
| F | F/E | Dm7 | C |
I might | stay for a | day there if | I had my | wish |
| F | F/E |
But there’s | not much to | do when your |
Dm7 | C |
Friends are all | fish |
| F | C | G | Am |
And an | oyster and | clam aren’t | real fami | ly |
| F | G | C |
So I | don’t want to | live in the | sea |
| F | C | G | C |
I’d like to | visit the | jungle hear the | lions | roar |
F | F/E | G | C |
Go back in | time and meet a | dino | saur |
| F | C | G | Am |
There’s | so many strange | places | I’d like to | be |
| F | G | C |
But | none of them | permanent | ly |
| C | C/B | Am |
So if | I should | visit the | moon |
| F | G | C |
Well I’ll | dance on a | moonbeam and | then |
| C | C/B | Am |
I will | make a | wish on a | star |
| F | G | C |
And I’ll | wish I was | home once a | gain |
| F | F/E |
Though I’d | like to look | down at the |
| F | F/E | Dm7 | C |
I would | miss all the | places and | people I | love |
| F | C | G | Am |
So al | though I may | go I’ll be | coming home | soon |
| F | G | C |
‘Cause I | don’t want to | live on the | moon |
| F | G | C | C/B | Am | Am | F | G | C |
No I | don’t... want to | live... on the | moon | | | | | | |
A | A | A7 | A9 |
D | D | Bdim7 | Cdim7 |
A | A | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
D | D | Dm | Dm |
A | A | A | A7 |
D/A | D/A | D/A | D/A |
A | A | A | A7 |
D/A | D/A | D/A | D/A |
| | | |
D | G | D | A | D |
When | tears | are | in your | eyes |
| A | D | A | D |
I will | dry them all | | | |
A | A | E/G# | F#m | E |
| I’m | on | your | side, ohhhh |
| E7 | A | Amaj7 | A7 |
When times | get | rough | | |
| A9 | D | B | E |
And friends | just | can’t | be | found |
A7 | A9 | D | Bdim7 | Cdim7 |
Like | a | bridge | ove | r |
A/E | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
Troubled | wate | r |
D | C#7 | F#m |
I will l | ay me d | own |
A7 | A9 | D | Bdim7 | Cdim7 |
Like | a | bridge | ove | r |
A | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
Troubled | wate | r |
| D | E9 | E7 | A |
I | will l | ay | me d | own |
| A | D |
When you’re do | wn and out | |
| A | D |
When you’re on the | streets | |
D | G | D | A | D |
When | even | ing | falls so | hard |
| A | D | A | D |
I will | comfort you | | | |
A | E/G# | F#m | E |
I’ll t | ake y | our p | art, ohhhh |
| E7 | A | Amaj7 | A7 |
When dark | ness | comes | | |
| A9 | D | B | E |
And pain | is | all | a | round |
A7 | A9 | D | Bdim7 | Cdim7 |
Like | a | bridge | ove | r |
A/E | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
Troubled | wate | r |
D | C#7 | F#m |
I will l | ay me d | own |
A7 | A9 | D | Bdim7 | Cdim7 |
Like | a | bridge | ove | r |
| D | F#m/C# | C# | F#m |
I | will l | ay | me d | own |
B | B7 | A | A |
D | F#m | D | Dm |
A | D | A | D | A | D/A |
| | | | | |
| A | D/A |
Sail on | silver girl | |
D | G | D | A | D |
Your | time | has | come to | shine |
| A | D | A | D |
All your | dreams are on their w | ay | | |
A | A | E/G# | F#m | E |
| See | how | they | shine, ohhh |
| A | Amaj7 | A7 |
And if you | need a | friend | |
| A9 | D | B | E |
I’m sai | ling | right | behin | d |
A7 | A9 | D | Bdim7 | Cdim7 |
Like | a | bridge | ove | r |
D | F#m | C#7 | F#m |
I will | ease | your | mind |
A7 | A9 | D | D7 | B7 |
Like | a | bridge | o | ver |
D | C#7 | F#m | B9 |
I will | ease your | mind | |
| G | C | G |
C | elia, you’re br | eaking my h | eart |
| C | G | D |
You’re sha | king my co | nfidence d | aily |
| C | G | C | G |
Oh Cec | il | ia, I’m d | own on my | knees |
| C | G | D |
I’m beg | ging you p | lease to come | home |
| G | C | G |
C | ecilia, you’re br | eaking my h | eart |
| C | G | D |
You’re sha | king my co | nfidence d | aily |
| C | G | C | G |
Oh Cec | il | ia, I’m d | own on my | knees |
| C | G | D |
I’m beg | ging you p | lease to come | home |
| G | C | G |
M | aking love in the af | ternoon | with Cecilia |
| C | G |
I got up to w | ash my f | ace |
| C | G |
When I | come back to | bed |
| D | G |
Someone’s t | aken my pl | ace |
G | C | G |
Celia, you’re br | eaking my h | eart |
| C | G | D |
You’re sha | king my co | nfidence d | aily |
| C | G | C | G |
Oh Cec | il | ia, I’m d | own on my | knees |
| C | G | D |
I’m beg | ging you p | lease to come | home |
G | G | C | G | C | G | D | D |
| | | | | | | Bobobo... |
| G | C | G |
Jubil | ation, she | loves me agai | n |
| C | G | D |
I f | all on the f | loor and I lau | ghing |
| C | G | C | G |
Jubil | atio | n, she l | oves me ag | ain |
| C | G | D |
I f | all on the f | loor and I lau | ghing |
E7 |
Dee de de de de de de de de de de de de de |
A7 |
Doo do do do do do do do do |
| G | Em |
And here’s to | you Mrs. | Robinson |
G | Em | C | D |
Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, wo wo wo | |
| G | Em |
God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson |
G | Em | C |
Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray |
| Am7 | E7 |
Hey hey | hey, hey hey | hey |
E7 |
We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files |
| A |
We’d | like to help you learn to help yourself |
D | G | C | Am |
Look around you | all you see are | sympathetic | eyes |
E7 | D |
Stroll around the grounds un | til you feel at home |
| G | Em |
And here’s to | you Mrs. | Robinson |
G | Em | C | D |
Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, wo wo wo | |
| G | Em |
God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson |
G | Em | C |
Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray |
| Am7 | E7 |
Hey hey | hey, hey hey | hey |
E7 |
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes |
A |
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes |
D | G | C | Am |
It’s a little | secret just the | Robinsons’ a | ffair |
E7 | D |
Most of all you’ve got to | hide it from the kids |
D | G | Em |
Koo koo ka | choo Mrs. | Robinson |
G | Em | C | D |
Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, wo wo wo | |
D | G | Em |
God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson |
G | Em | C |
Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray |
| Am7 | E7 |
Hey hey | hey, hey hey | hey |
E7 |
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon |
A |
Going to the candidates’ debate |
D | G | C | Am |
Laugh about it | shout about it | when you’ve got to | choose |
E7 | D |
Any way you look at it you | lose |
| G | Em |
Where have you | gone Joe Di | Maggio |
| G | Em | C | D |
A | nation turns its | lonely eyes to | you, woo woo woo | |
| G | Em |
What’s that you | say Mrs. | Robinson |
G | Em | C |
Joltin’ Joe has | left and gone | away |
| Am7 | E7 |
Hey hey | hey, hey hey | hey |
C | Am |
I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom | told |
| G |
I have | squandered my resistance |
| G7 | G6 | C |
For a | pocket full of | mumbles, such are | promises |
| Am | G | F/C |
All lies and | jest, still a | man hears what he | wants to hear |
| C | G7 | C |
And disregards the | rest | | |
| C | Am |
When I | left my home and my family, I was no more than a | boy |
| G |
In the | company of strangers |
| G7 | G6 | C |
In the | quiet of a | railway station, | running scared |
| Am | G | F |
Laying | low, seeking | out the poorer | quarters |
| C |
Where the ragged people | go |
| G | G7 | G6 | C |
Lookin’ | for the places | only | they would | know |
| Am | G | Am |
Lie la | lie, lie la | lie la lie la lie, lie la | lie |
| G | F | C |
Lie la | lie la la la | lie, lie la la la la | lie |
| C |
Asking | only workman’s wages I come |
| Am | G |
Looking for a | job but I get no | offers |
| G7 | G6 | C |
Just a | come-on from the | whores on Seventh | Avenue |
| Am | G |
I do de | clare, there were | times when I was |
F/C | C |
So lonesome I took some comfort | there |
| C | Am |
Then I’m | laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was | gone |
| G | G7 | G6 | C |
Going | home where the | New York City | winters aren’t | bleeding me |
Em | Am | G | G7 | C |
Leading meee | eeee going | home | | |
| C |
In the | clearing stands a boxer and a |
| G | G7 |
And he | carries a reminder of | ev’ry |
| G6 |
Glove that | laid him down |
| C |
Or | cut him till he cried out in his |
| G | F/C |
I am | leaving, I am | leaving |
| F/C | C | G |
But the | fighter still re | mains, mmm mmm | mmm |
| Am | G | Am |
Lie la | lie, lie la | lie la lie la lie, lie la | lie |
| G | F | Am |
Lie la | lie la la la la, lie | la la la la | lie |
| Am | G | Am |
Lie la | lie, lie la | lie la lie la lie, lie la | lie |
G | F | C |
Lie la lie la la la la, lie | la la la la | lie |
| A |
Well I | don’t know why I came here tonight |
| A |
I got the f | eeling that something ain’t right |
| D7 |
I’m so | scared in case I fall off my chair |
| A |
And I’m | wondering how I’ll get down the stairs |
E |
Clowns to the left of me |
G | D | A |
Jokers to the | right, here I a | m |
A |
Stuck in the middle with you |
| A |
Yes I’m | stuck in the middle with you |
| A |
And I’m | wondering what it is I should do |
| D7 |
It’s so | hard to keep this smile from my face |
| A |
Losing con | trol, yeah, I’m all over the place |
E |
Clowns to the left of me |
G | D | A |
Jokers to the | right, here I a | m |
A |
Stuck in the middle with you |
| D7 |
Well you | started out with nothing |
| A |
And you’re proud that you’re a self-made man | |
| D7 |
And your | friends, they all come crawlin’, slap you on the back and say |
A | Em7 |
Please... | please... |
A |
Trying to make some sense of it all |
A |
But I can see that it makes no sense at all |
| D7 |
Is it | cool to go to sleep on the floor? |
| A |
‘Cause I don’t | think that I can take anymore |
E |
Clowns to the left of me |
G | D | A |
Jokers to the | right, here I a | m |
A |
Stuck in the middle with you |
| D7 |
Yea you | started out with nothing |
| A |
And you’re proud that you’re a self-made man | |
| D7 |
And your | friends, they all come crawlin’, slap you on the back and say |
A | Em7 |
Please... | please... |
| A |
Yeah I | don’t know why I came here tonight |
| A |
I got the f | eeling that something ain’t right |
| D7 |
I’m so | scared in case I fall off my chair |
| A |
And I’m | wondering how I’ll get down the stairs |
E |
Clowns to the left of me |
G | D | A |
Jokers to the | right, here I a | m |
A |
Stuck in the middle with you |
| A |
Yes I’m | stuck in the middle with you |
A |
Stuck in the middle with you |
| A |
Here I am | stuck in the middle with you |
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(Intro)
| A/E | E | F#m7 | E |
If you’re down | | and confused | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
And you don’t remember | | who you’re talking to | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
Concentration | | slip away | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
‘Cause your baby | | is so far away | | |
| C#m | B | A |
Well there’s a | rose | in a fisted g | love |
| C#m | B | A |
And the | eagle flies | with the d | ove |
| C#m | B | A |
And if you c | an’t be | with the one you | love, honey |
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | F#m7/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | F#m7/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
Don’t be angry, | | don’t be sad | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
And don’t sit crying | | over good times you had | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
There’s a girl | | right next to you | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
And she’s just waiting | | for something to do | | |
| C#m | B | A |
Well there’s a | rose | in a fisted g | love |
| C#m | B | A |
And the | eagle flies | with the d | ove |
| C#m | B | A |
And if you c | an’t be | with the one you | love, honey |
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | F#m7/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | F#m7/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | F#m7/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
Turn your heartache | | right into joy | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
She’s a girl | | and you’re a boy | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
Get it together, | | make it nice | | |
| A/E | E | F#m7/E | E |
Ain’t gonna need | | any more advice | | |
| C#m | B | A |
And there’s a | rose | in a fisted g | love |
| C#m | B | A |
And the | eagle flies | with the d | ove |
| C#m | B | A |
And if you c | an’t be | with the one you | love, honey |
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | F#m7/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | A/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
| E | F#m7/E | E |
Love the one you’re with | | | |
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo
| A | G |
I m | et you on somebody’s i | sland |
| D | A |
You though | t you had known me bef | ore |
| A | G |
I brou | ght you a crate of pap | aya |
| D | A |
They w | aited all night by your d | oor |
| A | G |
You p | robably wouldn’t re | member |
| D | A |
I pro | bably couldn’t forget | |
| A | G |
Jungle l | ove in the surf in the p | ouring rain |
| D | A |
E | verything’s better when wet | |
Bm | D | A |
Jungle lo | ve, it’s drivin’ me mad | |
Bm | D | A |
Jungle lo | ve, it’s drivin’ me mad | |
| A | G |
But l | ately you live in the j | ungle |
| D | A |
I ne | ver see you al | one |
| A | G |
But we n | eed some definite a | nswers |
| D | A |
So I though | t I would write you a p | oem |
| A | G |
The q | uestion to everyone’s a | nswer |
| D | A |
Is us | ually asked from within | |
| A | G |
But the p | atterns of the rain and the | truth they contain |
| D | A |
Have writte | n my life on your skin | |
Bm | D | A |
Jungle lo | ve, it’s drivin’ me mad | |
Bm | D | A |
Jungle lo | ve, it’s drivin’ me mad | |
A | G |
You treat me like I was your ocean | |