Originally in Gm, I play in Em
Vox on the 3
| Em7 | A9 |
| She packed my bags last night, pre-f | light |
| Em7 | A9 |
| Zero hour, nine | A.M. |
Vox on the 5 of the chord on “high”, which is not quite as high as you think it is
| C | G/B | Am | Am/G | D | D/F# | D |
| And I’m gonna be | high-i-h | igh | as a kite by t | hen |
| Em7 | A9 |
| I miss the Earth so much, I | miss my wife |
| Em7 | A9 |
| It’s lonely out in | space |
| C | G/B | Am | Am/G | D/F# | D/A | D |
| On such a | ti-i-i | meless flight |
| G | C |
| And I think it’s gonna be a long long | time |
| G | |
| ‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to | find |
| C | |
| I’m not the man they think I am at | home |
| G/B | A9 | |
| Oh no, no, | no, I’m a | rocket man |
| C | G | C |
| Rocket man, burnin’ out his fuse up | here alone |
| G | C |
| And I think it’s gonna be a long long | time |
| G | |
| ‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to | find |
| C | |
| I’m not the man they think I am at | home |
| G/B | A9 | |
| Oh no, no, | no, I’m a | rocket man |
| C | G | C |
| Rocket man, burnin’ out his fuse up | here alone |
| Em7 | A9 |
| Mars ain’t the kinda place to | raise your kids |
| Em7 | A9 |
| In fact it’s cold as | hell |
| C | G/B | Am | Am/G | D/F# | D/A | D |
| And there’s no one | there to | raise them | if you | did |
| Em7 | A9 |
| And all this science, I don’t under | stand |
| Em7 | A9 |
| It’s just my job five days a | week |
| C | G/B | Am | Am/G | D/F# | D/A | D | |
| Rocket | man-a | aa-a-a- | an, | rocket | man |
| G | C |
| And I think it’s gonna be a long long | time |
| G | |
| ‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to | find |
| C | |
| I’m not the man they think I am at | home |
| G/B | A9 | |
| Oh no, no, | no, I’m a r | ocket man |
| C | G | C |
| Rocket man, burnin’ out his fuse up | here alone |
| G | C |
| And I think it’s gonna be a long long | time |
| G | |
| ‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to | find |
| C | |
| I’m not the man they think I am at | home |
| G/B | A9 | |
| Oh no, no, | no, I’m a | rocket man |
| C | G |
| Rocket man, burnin’ out his fuse up | here alone |
| C | G |
| And I think it’s gonna be a | long long time |
| C | G |
| And I think it’s gonna be a | long long time |
| C | G |
| And I think it’s gonna be a | long long time |
| C | G |
| And I think it’s gonna be a | long long time |