The Beatles - Getting Better

Originally in C, I play in A

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AIt’s getting better all the tBm7ime

Original goes right into the verse, I hang a measure on the I

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I uEsed to get mad at my school (no, I canA/E‘t complain)

The teEachers that taught me weren’t cool (no, I A/Ecan’t complain)

You’re holEding me down, turning me ‘round

FEilling me up with your rules

E

Me usEed to be aA/Engry young mEanA/E

Me hiEding me hA/Eead in the sEandA/E

You gEave me the wA/Eord I finEally heA/Eard

I’m doEing the beA/Est that I cEan

Vox do a full triad, I sing the 3

IAt’s getting better all the tBm7ime, bC#metter, better, bDetter

IAt’s getting better all the tBm7ime, bC#metter, better, bDetter

E

I uEsed to be cruel to my woman

I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved

EMan I was A/Emean but I’m Echanging my A/Escene

And I’m Edoing the A/Ebest that I Ecan

IAt’s getting better all the tBm7ime, bC#metter, better, bDetter

IAt’s getting better all the tBm7ime, bC#metter, better, bDetter

GDetting so much better all the Atime