| 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 |
| 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 |
| Em |
| Never know how much I love you |
| D | B7 | Em |
| Never know how | much I | care |
| Em |
| When you put your arms around me |
| B7 | Em |
| I get a | fever that’s so hard to | bear |
| Em | C |
| You give me fever, | | when you kiss me |
| D | Em |
| Fever when you hold me | tight |
| Em | C |
| Fever, | in the morning |
| B7 | Em |
| Fever all through the | night |
| Em |
| Sun lights up the daytime |
| D | B7 | Em |
| Moon lights | up the | night |
| Em |
| I light up when you call my name |
| B7 | Em |
| And you | know I’m gonna treat you | right |
| Em | C |
| You give me fever, | | when you kiss me |
| D | Em |
| Fever when you hold me | tight |
| Em | C |
| Fever, | in the morning |
| B7 | Em |
| Fever all through the | night |
| Em |
| Ev’rybody’s got the fever |
| D | B7 | Em |
| That is something | you all | know |
| Em |
| Fever isn’t such a new thing |
| B7 | Em |
| Fever started long a | go |
| D | B7 | Em |
| Juliet she | felt the | same |
| Em |
| When he put his arms around her, he said |
| B7 | Em |
| Julie, baby, you’re my | flame |
| Em | C |
| Thou givest fever, | | when we kisseth |
| D | Em |
| Fever when thy flaming | youth |
| B7 | Em |
| Fever, yea I burn for | sooth |
| Em |
| Captain Smith and Pocahantas |
| D | B7 | Em |
| Had a very | mad af | fair |
| Em |
| When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said |
| B7 | Em |
| “Daddy-o don’t you | dare.” |
| Em | C |
| He gives me fever, | with his kisses |
| D | Em |
| Fever when he holds me | tight |
| Em | C |
| Fever, | I’m his missus |
| B7 | Em |
| Oh | daddy won’t you treat him | right |
| Em |
| Now you’ve listened to my story |
| D | B7 | Em |
| Here’s a point that | I have | made |
| Em |
| Chicks were born to give you fever |
| B7 | Em |
| Be it | Fahrenheit or Centi | grade |
| Em | C |
| They give you fever, | when you kiss them |
| D | Em |
| Fever if you live and | learn |
| Em | C |
| Fever, | ’til you sizzle |
| B7 | Em |
| What a lovely way to | burn |
| B7 | Em |
| What a lovely way to | burn |
| B7 | Em |
| What a lovely way to | burn |
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| C | Db |
| The | warden threw a party in the county jail |
| C | Db |
| Pris | on band was there and they began to wail |
| C | Db |
| The band | was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing |
| C | Db |
| You | shou | lda heard thosed kocked out jail birds sing |
| Gb7 | Db |
| Let’s | rock, everybody let’s | rock |
| Ab7 | Gb7 |
| Every | body in the whole cell | block |
| Db |
| Was | dancin’ to the jail-house rock |
| C | Db |
| Spid | er Murphy played the tenor saxophone |
| C | Db |
| Litt | le Joe was blowin’ on the slide trombone |
| C | Db |
| The | drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang |
| C | Db |
| The | whole rhythm section was a purple gang |
| Gb7 | Db |
| Let’s | rock, everybody let’s | rock |
| Ab7 | Gb7 |
| Every | body in the whole cell | block |
| Db |
| Was | dancin’ to the jail-house rock |
| C | Db |
| Numb | er forty seven said to number three |
| C | Db |
| You’ | re the cutest jailbird I ever did see |
| C | Db |
| I su | re would be delighted with your company |
| C | Db |
| Come | on and do the jailhouse rock with me |
| Gb7 | Db |
| Let’s | rock, everybody let’s | rock |
| Ab7 | Gb7 |
| Every | body in the whole cell | block |
| Db |
| Was | dancin’ to the jail-house rock |
| Gb7 | Db | Ab7 | Gb | Db |
| C | Db |
| The | sad sack was a-sittin’ on a block of stone |
| C | Db |
| Way | over in the corner weeping all alone |
| C | Db |
| The | warden said hey, buddy, don’t you be no square |
| C | Db |
| If y | ou can’t find a partner use a wooden chair |
| Gb7 | Db |
| Let’s | rock, everybody let’s | rock |
| Ab7 | Gb7 |
| Every | body in the whole cell | block |
| Db |
| Was | dancin’ to the jail-house rock |
| C | Db |
| Shif | ty Henry said to Bugs for heaven’s sakes |
| C | Db |
| No o | ne’s lookin’ now’s our chance to make a break |
| C | Db |
| Bugs | y turned to Shifty and he said nix, nix |
| C | Db |
| I wa | nna stick around a while and get my kicks |
| Gb7 | Db |
| Let’s | rock, everybody let’s | rock |
| Ab7 | Gb7 |
| Every | body in the whole cell | block |
| Db |
| Was | dancin’ to the jail-house rock |
| D | E7 | A7 | D |
| Love me tender, | love me sweet, | never let me go | |
| D | E7 | A7 | D |
| You have made my | life complete, | and I love you so | |
| D | F#7 | Bm | D7 | G | Gm | D |
| Love me | tender, | love me | true, | all my | dreams ful | fill |
| D | B7 | E7 | A7 | D |
| For my | darling | I love you, | and I always | will |
| D | E7 | A7 | D |
| Love me tender, | love me long, | take me to your | heart |
| D | E7 | A7 | D |
| For it’s there that | I belong, | and we’ll never | part |
| D | F#7 | Bm | D7 | G | Gm | D |
| Love me | tender, | love me | true, | all my | dreams ful | fill |
| D | B7 | E7 | A7 | D |
| For my | darling | I love you, | and I always | will |
| D | E7 | A7 | D |
| Love me tender, | love me dear, | tell me you are | mine |
| D | E7 | A7 | D |
| I’ll be yours through | all the years, | til the end of | time |
| G | C |
| We’re caught in a trap, | I can’t walk out |
| D | C | G |
| Because I love | you too much | baby |
| G | C |
| Why can’t you see | what you’re doing to me? |
| D | C | D | C | Bm | D7 |
| When you don’t believ | e a word I | say? | | | |
| C | G | Bm | C | D |
| We can’t go on | together | with suspicious mi | nds | |
| Em | Bm | C | D | D7 |
| And we can’t buil | d our dreams | on suspicious | minds | |
| G | C |
| So if an old friend I know | drops by to say hello |
| D | C | G |
| Would I still se | e suspicion | in your eyes? |
| G | C |
| Here we go again | asking where I’ve been |
| D | C | D | C | Bm | D7 |
| You can see the tear | s are real I’m c | rying | | | |
| C | G | Bm | C | D |
| We can’t go on | together | with suspicious mi | nds | |
| Em | Bm | C | B7sus4 | B7 |
| And we can’t buil | d our dreams | on suspicious minds | | |
| Em | Bm |
| Oh, let our | love survive |
| C | D |
| I’ll dry the | tears from your eyes |
| Em | Bm |
| Let’s don’t let a | good thing die |
| C | D |
| When honey you | know I’ve never |
| G | C |
| We’re caught in a trap, | I can’t walk out |
| D | C | G |
| Because I love | you too much | baby |
| G | C |
| Why can’t you see | what you’re doing to me? |
| D | C | G |
| When you don’t believ | e a word I | say? |
Don't you know I'm
| G | C |
| Caught in a trap, | I can’t walk out |
| D | C | G |
| Because I love | you too much | baby |
Don't you know I'm
| G | C |
| Caught in a trap, | I can’t walk out |
| D | C | G |
| Because I&nbnbsp;love | you too much | baby |
| Asus2 | E | B |
| I would swallow my | pride, I would choke on the | rinds |
| A |
| But the lack thereof would leave me empty in | side |
| E | F# |
| Swallow my | doubt turn it inside | out |
Find nothing but faith in nothing
| Asus2 | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| F# |
| Watch it spin ‘round into a beautiful oblivion |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through with you |
| B | F# |
| I burn, burn like a | wicker cabinet |
| A | G |
| Chalk white and | oh so frail |
| B | F# | E |
| I see our | time has gotten | stale |
| B | F# |
| The tick tock of the | clock is painful |
| B | F# | E |
| I want to | tear it off the | wall |
| B | F# |
| I hear words in | clips and phrases |
| A | G |
| I think sick like | ginger ale |
| B | F# | G |
| My stomach | turns and I ex | hale |
| Asus2 | E | B |
| I would swallow my | pride, I would choke on the | rinds |
| A |
| But the lack thereof would leave me empty in | side |
| E | F# |
| Swallow my | doubt turn it inside | out |
Find nothing but faith in nothing
| Asus2 | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| F# |
| Watch it spin ‘round into a beautiful oblivion |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through with you |
| B | F# |
| SoCal is | where my mind states |
| A | G |
| But it’s not my | state of mind |
| B | F# | E |
| I’m not as | ugly, sad as | you |
| B | F# | A | G |
| Or am I | origami? | Fold it up and | just pretend |
| B | F# | G |
| Demented as the | motives in your | head |
| Asus2 | E | B |
| I would swallow my | pride, I would choke on the | rinds |
| A |
| But the lack thereof would leave me empty in | side |
| E | F# |
| Swallow my | doubt turn it inside | out |
Find nothing but faith in nothing
| Asus2 | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| F# |
| Watch it spin ‘round into a beautiful oblivion |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through with you |
| B | E |
| I a | lone am the one you |
| A | E |
| Don’t know you need take | heed, feed your ego |
| B | E |
| Make me | blind when your eyes close |
| A | E |
| Sink when you get close, | tie me to the bedpost |
| B | E |
| I a | lone am the one you |
| A | E |
| Don’t know you need, you do | n’t know you need me |
| B | E |
| Make me | blind when your eyes close |
| A | E |
| Tie me to the bed | post |
| B | E | A |
| I would swallow my | pride I would choke on the | rinds |
| E | B |
| But the lack there | of would leave me empty in | side |
| E | A |
| Swallow my | doubt, turn it inside | out |
| E |
| Find nothing but | faith in nothing |
| B | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| A | E |
| Watch it spin ‘round to a | beautiful oblivion |
| B | E | A | E |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through, now I’m | through with |
| B | E | A | F# |
| Through with | you | | | |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous then I’m | through with you |
| A | C | A | A7 |
| A | C | D |
| D | Cadd9 | G/B | G | A |
| | | | | |
| A | C | A |
| Life’s ambition occupies | my | time |
| A | C | D |
| Pri | orities confuse | the | mind |
| A | C | A |
| Happiness one step | be | hind |
| A | C | D |
| This | inner peace I’ve yet | to | find |
| D | A/D | G/D | A/D | A |
| Rivers | flow in | to | the | sea |
| A7 | D11/A | Cadd9 | A |
| Yet | even the | sea is not so | full of | me |
| D | A/D | G/D | A/D | A |
| If | I’m not | blind why | can’t | I | see |
| A7 | D11/A |
| That a | circle can’t | fit |
| Cadd9 | A |
| Where a | square should | be |
| G |
| There’s a | hole in my heart |
| Cadd9 | D | E | D | E |
| That can | only be filled by | you | | | |
| G |
| And this | hole in my heart |
| Cadd9 | D | E |
| Can’t be | filled with the things I | do | |
| Bb6 | A7sus4 | D | E |
| Hole | hearted | | | |
| A | C | A | A7 |
| A | C | D |
| D | Cadd9 | G/B | G | A |
| | | | | |
| A | C | A |
| This | heart of stone is where | I | hide |
| A | C | D |
| These | feet of clay kept warm | in | side |
| C | A |
| Day by day less sat | is | fied |
| C | D |
| Not fade away before | I | die |
| D | A/D | G/D | A/D | A |
| Rivers | flow in | to | the | sea |
| A7 | D11/A | Cadd9 | A |
| Yet | even the | sea is not so | full of | me |
| D | A/D | G/D | A/D | A |
| If | I’m not | blind why | can’t | I | see |
| A7 | D11/A |
| That a | circle can’t | fit |
| Cadd9 | A |
| Where a | square should | be |
| G |
| There’s a | hole in my heart |
| Cadd9 | D | E | D | E |
| That can | only be filled by | you | | | |
| G |
| And this | hole in my heart |
| Cadd9 | D | A/D | G/D | D |
| Can’t be | filled with the things I | do | | | |
| G |
| There’s a | hole in my heart |
| Cadd9 | D | E | D | E |
| That can | only be filled by | you | | | |
| G |
| Should have | known from the start |
| Cadd9 | D | E |
| I’d fall | short with the things I | do | |
| Bb6 | A7sus4 | D | E |
| Hole | hearted | | | |
| Bb6 | A7sus4 | D | E |
| Hole | hearted | | | |
| Bb6 | A7sus4 | D | E |
| Hole | hearted | | | |
| Bb6 | A7sus4 | D |
| Hole | hearted | | |
| E | G#m |
| Sometimes I feel like I am | drunk behind the wheel |
| A | E |
| The w | heel of possib | ility |
| E | G#m |
| Give it a spin, see if it can | somehow factor in |
| A | E |
| You | know there’s always m | ore than one way |
| F# | B | E |
| To | say exactly | what you mean to s | ay |
| E | B | C#m |
| Was I out of my | head, was I out of my | mind? |
| E | E7 | A |
| How could I have e | ver b | een so b | lind? |
| E |
| I was waiting for an | indication |
| E | B | C#m |
| Don’t matter what I | say, no matter what I | do |
| E | E7 | A |
| I never mean to d | o bad | things to | you |
| E |
| So quiet but I f | inally woke up |
| F# | B | A | A7 |
| If you’re sad then it’s | time you spoke up | too | |
| E | B | C#m |
| Was I out of my | head, was I out of my | mind? |
| E | E7 | A |
| How could I have e | ver b | een so b | lind? |
| E |
| I was waiting for an | invitation |
| E | B | C#m |
| Don’t matter what I | say, no matter what I | do |
| E | E7 | A |
| I never mean to d | o bad | things to | you |
| E |
| So quiet but I f | inally woke up |
| F# | B | A | A7 |
| If you’re sad... then it’s | time you spoke up... | too | |
| Em | Am |
| They | made up their minds and they started p | acking |
| B7 | Em |
| They le | ft before the sun came up that day | |
| E7 | Am |
| An | exit to eternal summer | slacking |
| Em | B7 | Em |
| But | where were they going with | out ever knowing the | way? |
| Em | Am |
| They drank up the wine and they got to | talking |
| B7 | Em |
| They | now had more important things to | say |
| E7 | Am |
| When the car broke down they started w | alking |
| Em | B7 | Em | D |
| Where were they going witho | ut ever knowing the way? | | |
| G | D |
| Anyone can see the ro | ad that they walk on is | paved in gold |
| Em | B7 |
| It’s always summer they’ll | never get cold |
| C | G | D |
| They’ll | never get hungry, they’ll | never get old and gra | y |
| G | D |
| You can see their s | hadows wandering | off somewhere |
| Em | B7 |
| They won’ | t make it home but they | really don’t care |
| C | G | D | B7 |
| They want | ed the highway they’re | happier there tod | ay to | day |
| Em | Am |
| Their | children woke up and they couldn’t fi | nd them |
| B7 | Em |
| They lef | t before the sun came up th | at day |
| E7 | Am |
| They jus | t drove off and left it all behind’ | em |
(Leavin’ it all behind)
| Em | B7 | Em | D |
| But | where were they going witho | ut ever knowing the way? | | |
| G | D |
| Anyone can see the ro | ad that they walk on is | paved in gold |
| Em | B7 |
| It’s always summer they’ll | never get cold |
| C | G | D |
| They’ll | never get hungry they’ll | never get old and gra | y |
| G | D |
| You can see their s | hadows wandering | off somewhere |
| Em | B7 |
| They won’ | t make it home but they | really don’t care |
| C | G | D |
| They want | ed the highway they’re | happier there tod | ay |
| D | G | A | G |
| Stacy’s m | om has g | ot it goin’ | on |
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| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| Stacy c | an I come | over | after sch | ool? | |
| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| We can h | ang ar | ound by the | p-p-p-pool | | |
| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| Did your m | om get b | ack from the b | usiness tr | ip? | |
| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| Is she th | ere or | is she trying to g | ive me the sl | ip? | |
| F#m | G |
| You know I’m n | ot the little boy that I | used to be |
| F#m | G |
| I’m | all grown up now b | aby can’t you see? |
| G | D | A | Bm |
| Stacy’s m | om has g | ot it goin’ | on |
| G | D | A | Bm |
| She’s | all I w | ant and I’ve w | aited for so l | ong |
| G | D | A#dim | Bm |
| Stacy can’t you s | ee you’re just n | ot the girl for m | e |
| G | A |
| I kn | ow it might be wrong but | I’m in love with Stacy’s mom |
| D | G | A | G |
| Stacy’s m | om has g | ot it goin’ | on |
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| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| Stacy d | o you rem | ember when I m | owed your l | awn | |
| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| Your mom came | out | with just a t | owel | on | |
| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| I could t | ell she l | ikes me from the w | ay she st | ared | |
| D | G | A | G | D | G |
| And the | way she | said, you missed a | spot over th | ere | |
| F#m | G |
| And I kn | ow that you think it’s just a f | antasy |
| F#m | G |
| But s | ince your dad walked out your mom could | use a guy like me |
| G | D | A | Bm |
| Stacy’s m | om has g | ot it goin’ | on |
| G | D | A | Bm |
| She’s | all I w | ant and I’ve w | aited for so l | ong |
| G | D | A#dim | Bm |
| Stacy can’t you s | ee you’re just n | ot the girl for m | e |
| G | A |
| I kn | ow it might be wrong but | I’m in love with Stacy’s... |
| A# | F | A | A |
| A# | F | C | Dm |
| A# | A# | A | A |
| | | | |
| A# | F | C | Dm |
| Stacy’s m | om has g | ot it goin’ | on (she’s got it goin’ on) |
| A# | F | C | Dm |
| She’s | all I w | ant and I’ve w | aited for so l | ong (waiting and waiting) |
| A# | F | A | Dm |
| Stacy can’t you s | ee you’re just n | ot the girl for m | e |
| A# | C |
| I know it might be wrong I | ’m in love with |
| A# | F | C | Dm |
| Stacy’s m | om oh- | oh oh- | oh (I’m in love with) |
| A# | F | C | Dm |
| Stacy’s m | om oh- | oh oh- | oh (wait a minute) |
| A# | F | A | Dm |
| Stacy can’t you s | ee you’re just n | ot the girl for m | e |
| A# | C | F |
| I kn | ow it might be wrong but | I’m in love with Stacy’s | mom |
| Em7 | Am7 |
| Fly me to the | moon |
| D11 | G6 |
| And let me p | lay among the | stars |
| C | Am7 |
| Let me see what s | pring is like |
| B7 | Em7 |
| On J | upiter and | Mars |
| Am7 | D11 | G6 | E7 |
| In o | ther words, | hold my h | and | |
| Am7 | D11 | G6 | B7 |
| In | other words, | baby, | kiss me | |
| Em7 | Am7 |
| Fill my heart with s | ong |
| D11 | G6 |
| And let me | sing for ever m | ore |
| C | Am7 |
| You are all I lo | ng for |
| B7 | Em7 |
| All I | worship and a | dore |
| Am7 | D11 | G6 | E7 |
| In o | ther words, | please be | true | |
| Am7 | D11 | G | B7 |
| In | other words, | I love | you | |
| Em7 | Am7 |
| Fill my heart with s | ong |
| D11 | G6 |
| And let me | sing for ever m | ore |
| C | Am7 |
| You are all I lo | ng for |
| B7 | Em7 |
| All I | worship and a | dore |
| Am7 | D11 | G6 | B7 |
| In | other words, | please be | true | |
| Am7 | Dm7 |
| Fly me to the | moon |
| G7 | Cmaj7 |
| And let me p | lay among the | stars |
| Fmaj7 | Bm7b5 |
| Let me see what s | pring is like |
| E7 | Am7 | A7 |
| On J | upiter and | Mars | |
| Dm7 | G7 | Em7 | A7 |
| In o | ther words, | hold my h | and | |
| Dm7 | G7 | Cmaj7 | E7 |
| In | other words, | baby | kiss me | |
| Am7 | Dm7 |
| Fill my heart with s | ong |
| G7 | Cmaj7 |
| And let me | sing for ever m | ore |
| Fmaj7 | Bm7b5 |
| You are all I lo | ng for |
| E7 | Am7 | A7 |
| All I | worship and a | dore | |
| Dm7 | G7 | Em7 | A7 |
| In o | ther words, | please be | true | |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | E7 |
| In | other words, | I love | you | |
| Am7 | Dm7 |
| Fill my heart with s | ong |
| G7 | Cmaj7 |
| And let me | sing for ever m | ore |
| Fmaj7 | Bm7b5 |
| You are all I lo | ng for |
| E7 | Am7 | A7 |
| All I | worship and a | dore | |
| Dm7 | G7 | Em7b5 | A7 |
| In | other words, | please be | true | |
| D |
| You’re just too | good to be true |
| Dmaj7 |
| Can’t take my | eyes off you |
| D7 |
| You’d be like | heaven to touch |
| G |
| I wanna | hold you so much |
| Gm |
| At long last | love has arrived |
| D |
| And I thank | God I’m alive |
| E/D | Em/D |
| You’re just too | good to be true | |
| D |
| Can’t take my | eyes off you |
| D |
| Pardon the | way that I stare |
| Dmaj7 |
| There’s nothing | else to compare |
| D7 |
| The sight of | you leaves me weak |
| G |
| There are no | words left to speak |
| Gm |
| But if you | feel like I feel |
| D |
| Please let me | know that it’s real |
| E/D | Em/D |
| You’re just too | good to be true | |
| D |
| Can’t take my | eyes off of you |
| Em | A7 |
| Daa da daa da | daa da da da da |
| D |
| Daa da daa da daa da da da da |
| Em | A7 |
| Daa da daa da | daa da da da da |
| Em | A7 |
| I love you | baby, and if it’s | quite alright |
| F#m7 | Bm7 |
| I need you | baby, to warm the | lonely nights |
| Em | A7 | D | B7 |
| I love you | baby, | trust in me when I | say | |
| Em | A7 |
| Oh pretty | baby, don’t bring me d | own I pray |
| F#m7 | Bm7 |
| Oh pretty | baby, now that I’ve | found you stay |
| Em | C7 |
| And let me | love you, baby let me | love you |
| F |
| You’re just too | good to be true |
| Fmaj7 |
| Can’t take my | eyes off you |
| F7 |
| You’d be like | heaven to touch |
| A# |
| I wanna | hold you so much |
| A#m |
| At long last | love has arrived |
| F |
| And I thank | God I’m alive |
| G/F | Gm/F |
| You’re just too | good to be true | |
| F |
| Can’t take my | eyes off you |
| Em | A7 |
| Daa da daa da | daa da da da da |
| Em | A7 |
| I love you | baby, and if it’s | quite alright |
| F#m7 | Bm7 |
| I need you | baby, to warm the | lonely nights |
| Em | A7 | D | B7 |
| I love you | baby, | trust in me when I | say | |
| Em | A7 |
| Oh pretty | baby, don’t bring me | down I pray |
| F#m7 | Bm7 |
| Oh pretty | baby, now that I’ve | found you stay |
| Em | A7 | D | B7 |
| Oh pretty | baby, | trust in me when I | say | |
| Em | A7 |
| I need you | baby, oh when you | come my way |
| F#m7 | Bm7 |
| Oh pretty | baby, now that I’ve | found you stay |
| Em | C7 |
| And let me | love you, baby, let me | love you |
| E5 |
| Papa drove a truck nearly all his life |
| A7 |
| You know it | drove mama crazy being a trucker’s wife |
| B7 |
| The | part she couldn’t handle was the being alone |
| C | B7 |
| I guess she | needed more to hold than just a | telephone |
| E5 |
| Papa called Mama each and every night |
| A7 |
| Just to | ask her how she was and if us kids were alright |
| B7 |
| Mama would wait for that call to come in |
| C | B7 | E7 |
| And when | Daddy’d hang up she was | gone a | gain |
| A7 |
| Mama was a looker lord how she shined |
| E7 |
| Papa was a good’n but the jealous kind |
| A7 |
| Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men |
| E7 | B7 | E5 |
| Mama’s in the graveyard | Papa’s in the | pen |
| E5 |
| Well it was bound to happen and one night it did |
| A7 |
| Papa came home and it was just us kids |
| B7 |
| He had a | dozen roses and a bottle of wine |
| C | B7 |
| If he was | lookin’ to surprise us he was | doin’ fine |
| E5 |
| I heard him cry for Mama up and down the hall |
| A7 |
| Then I | heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall |
| B7 |
| That | old diesel engine made an eerie sound |
| C | B7 | E7 |
| When Papa | fired it up and headed | into | town |
| A7 |
| Well the | picture in the paper showed the scene real well |
| E7 |
| Papa’s rig was buried in the local motel |
| A7 |
| The | desk clerk said he saw it all real clear |
| E7 | B7 | E5 |
| He never | hit the brakes and he was | shifting | gears |
| A7 |
| Mama was a looker lord how she shined |
| E7 |
| Papa was a good’n but the jealous kind |
| A7 |
| Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men |
| E7 | B7 | E5 |
| Mama’s in the graveyard | Papa’s in the | pen |
| E5 |
| His | eyes are cold and restless |
| A | E5 |
| His | wounds have almost | healed |
| A | E5 |
| And | she’d give half of | Texas |
| A | E5 |
| Just to | change the way he | feels |
| E5 |
| She | knows his love’s in Tulsa |
| A |
| And she | knows he’s gonna go |
| E5 |
| Well it | ain’t no woman flesh and blood |
| B7 |
| It’s that | damned old rodeo |
| E |
| Well it’s | bulls and blood, it’s dust and mud |
| A | E |
| It’s the | roar of a Sunday | crowd |
| E |
| It’s the | white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle |
| B7 | D | B |
| He’ll | win the next go ‘round | | |
| E |
| It’s | boots and chaps, it’s cowboy hats |
| A | E |
| It’s | spurs and lati | go, it’s the ropes and the reins |
| B7 | E5 |
| And the joy and the pain and they | call the thing rode | o |
| E5 |
| She | does her best to hold him |
| A | E5 |
| When | his love comes to | call |
| A | E5 |
| But his | need for it cont | rols him |
| A | E5 |
| And her | back’s against the | wall |
| E5 |
| And it’s | so long girl I’ll see you |
| A | A | G |
| When it’s | time for him to go | | |
| E5 |
| You know the | woman wants her cowboy |
| B7 |
| Like he | wants his rodeo |
| E |
| Well it’s | bulls and blood, it’s dust and mud |
| A | E |
| It’s the | roar of a Sunday | crowd |
| E |
| It’s the | white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle |
| B7 | D | B |
| He’ll | win the next go ‘round | | |
| E |
| It’s | boots and chaps, it’s cowboy hats |
| A | E |
| It’s | spurs and lati | go, it’s the ropes and the reins |
| B7 | E5 |
| And the joy and the pain and they | call the thing rode | o |
| E7 |
| It’ll | drive a cowboy crazy |
| A | E7 |
| It’ll | drive a man in | sane |
| A | E5 |
| And he’ll | sell off every | thing he owns |
| A | E5 |
| Just to pay to play the | game |
| E5 |
| And a | broken home and some broken bones |
| A |
| Is | all he’ll have to show |
| E5 |
| For | all the years that he spent chasin’ |
| B7 |
| This | dream they call rodeo |
| E |
| Well it’s | bulls and blood, it’s dust and mud |
| A | E |
| It’s the | roar of a Sunday | crowd |
| E |
| It’s the | white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle |
| B7 | D | B |
| He’ll | win the next go ‘round | | |
| E |
| It’s | boots and chaps, it’s cowboy hats |
| A | E |
| It’s | spurs and lati | go, it’s the ropes and the reins |
| B7 | E5 |
| And the joy and the pain and they | call the thing rode | o |
| E5 |
| It’s the | broncs and the blood |
It’s the steers and the mud
| B7 | E5 |
| And they | call the thing rode | o |
| Am | F |
| Three thirty in the morning | not a soul in sight |
| E | Am |
| The city’s lookin’ like a ghost town on a | moonless summer night |
| Am | F |
| Raindrops on the windshield, there’s a | storm moving in |
| E | Am |
| He’s headin’ back from somewhere that he | never should have been |
| G | G | G/F# | E |
| And the thunder ro | lls | | | |
| Am | F |
| Every light is burnin’ in a | house across town |
| E | Am |
| She’s pacin’ by the telephone in her | faded flannel gown |
| Am | F |
| Askin’ for miracle | hopin’ she’s not right |
| E | Am |
| Prayin’ it’s the weather that has | kept him out all night |
| G | G | G/F# | E |
| And the thunder ro | lls | | | |
| Am | G | Am |
| And the thunder rolls | | | |
| Am | G | Am |
| And the lightning | strikes | | |
| F | G |
| Another love grows | cold | |
| NC | F | G |
| As the storm blows | on | |
| Am | F |
| She’s waitin’ by the window when he | pulls into the drive |
| E | Am |
| She rushes out to hold him | thankful he’s alive |
| Am | F |
| But on the wind and rain a | strange new perfume blows |
| E | Am |
| And the | lightning flashes in her eyes and | he knows that she knows |
| G | G/F# | E |
| And the thunder rolls | | | |
| F |
| She runs back down the hallway | to the bedroom door |
| E | Am |
| She | reaches for the pistol hidden | in the dresser drawer |
| F |
| Tells the lady in the mirror he | won’t do this again |
| E | Am |
| ‘Cause tonight’ll be the last time she’ll | wonder where he’s been |
| G | G/F# | E |
| And the thunder rolls | | | |
| Am | G | Am |
| And the thunder rolls | | | |
| Am | G | Am |
| And the lightning | strikes | | |
| F | G |
| Another love grows | cold | |
| NC | F | G |
| As the storm blows | on | |
| Esus2 |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| Am | G | Em/B | Am |
| | | | |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| Do you see the face on the | TV screen | coming at you | every Sunday |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| See the face on the | billboard, | well that man is | me |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| On the cover of the | magazine, | there’s no question | why I’m smiling |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| You buy a piece of | paradise, | you buy a piece of | me |
| G | A |
| I’ll get you | everything you wanted |
| G | A |
| I’ll get you | everything you need |
| G | A | G | A |
| Don’t need to be | lieve in hereafter, | just believe in | me |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| Jesus he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| I’ve been talking to | Jesus | all my | life |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| Oh yes, he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right |
| Dm | G | A |
| And he’s been | telling me every | thing is alright |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| I believe in the | family | with my ever-loving | wife beside me |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| But she don’t know about my | girlfriend or the | man I met last | night |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| Do you bel | ieve in God, | ‘cause that is | what I’m selling |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| And if you wanna go to | heaven, well | I’ll see you | right |
| G | A |
| You won’t ever have to | leave your house |
| G | A |
| Or get | out of your chair |
| G | A | G | A |
| You don’t even have to | touch that dial, | ‘cause I’m every | where |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| And Jesus he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| I’ve been talking to | Jesus | all my | life |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| Oh yes, he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right |
| Dm | G | A |
| Well he’s been | telling me every | thing’s gonna be alright |
| C#m | E | G#m | C#m |
| Won’t find me | practicing | what I’m | preaching |
| C#m | E | G#m | C#m |
| Won’t find me | making no | sacri | fice |
| C#m | E | G#m | C#m |
| But I can | get you a | pocketful of | miracles |
| C#m | E | G#m | C#m |
| If you promise to be | good, | try to be | nice |
| D | C#m |
| God will take good care of | you |
| D | Esus |
| Just | do as I say, don’t do as I | do |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| I’m counting my | blessings, | I’ve found true | happiness |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| ‘Cause I’m getting | richer, | day by | day |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| You can find me in the | phone book, | just’a call my | toll free number |
| Am | G | Em | Am |
| You can do it any | way you want, just | do it right a | way |
| G | A |
| No there’ll be no | doubt in your mind |
| G | A |
| You’ll believe every | thing I’m saying |
| G | A |
| If you wanna get | closer to him |
| G | A |
| Get on your knees and | start paying |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| ‘Cause Jesus he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| I’ve been talking to | Jesus | all my | life |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| Oh yes, he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right |
| Dm | G | A |
| Well he’s been | telling me every | thing’s gonna be alright |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| ‘Cause Jesus he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right (Jesus he knows me, knows) |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| Ooh yes he | knows me, and he | knows I’m | right (Jesus he knows me, knows) |
| Dm | G | C | F |
| I’ve been talking to | Jesus | all my | life |
| Dm | G | A |
| And he’s been | telling me every | thing’s gonna be alright |
| A | Bm | D |
| → | I must’ve dreamed a thousand dreams | |
| E | G |
| Been haunted by a million screams | |
| A | A |
| But I can hear the marching feet | |
| Bm | A |
| They’re moving into the street | |
| Bm | D |
| Now did you read the news today | |
| E | G |
| They say the danger’s gone away | |
| A | A |
| But I can see the fires still alight | |
| Bm |
| They’re burning into the night |
| A | Bm |
| There’s | too many | men |
| A | Bm | D |
| Making | too many | problems | |
| A | Asus4 | Bm |
| And | not much | love to go | round |
| D | E | A | Bm | D | A |
| Can’t you | see this is a | land of con | fusion | → | |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| And | this is the | world we | live in |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Aaaa | h) And | these are the | hands we’re | given |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Oooo | h) | Use them and | let’s start | trying |
| Bm | G | A | F#m | E | Em |
| (Aaaaa | h) To | make it a | place worth | living | in | |
| A | Bm | D |
| → | Ooh superman where are you now | |
| E | G |
| When everything’s gone wrong somehow | |
| A | A |
| The men of steel, the men of power | |
| Bm |
| Are losing control by the hour |
| A | Bm | D |
| So we | look for the | future | |
| A | Asus4 | Bm |
| But there’s | not much | love to go | round |
| D | E | A | Bm | D | A |
| Tell me | why this is a | land of con | fusion | → | |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| | This is the | world we | live in |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Aaaa | h) And | these are the | hands we’re | given |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Oooo | h) | Use them and | let’s start | trying |
| Bm | G | A | F#m | E | Em |
| (Aaaaa | h) To | make it a | place worth | living | in | |
| G#m | G#m | C# | C# |
| G#m | G#m | C# | C# |
|
| C# | G#m |
| I | remember long | ago |
| C#/G# |
| Ooh when the | sun was shining |
| E/G# |
| Yes and the | stars were bright |
All through the night
| B | B/A# | G#m |
| And the | sound of your | laughter | |
| Bm | D |
| I won’t be coming home tonight | |
| E | G |
| My generation will put it right | |
| A | A |
| We’re not just making promises | |
| Bm |
| That we know we’ll never keep |
| D | E |
| There’s too many | people |
| A | Bm | D |
| Making | too many | problems | |
| A | Asus4 | Bm |
| And not much | love to go | round |
| A | Bm | D | A |
| This is a | land of con | fusion | → | |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| Now | this is the | world we | live in |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Aaaa | h) And | these are the | hands we’re | given |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Oooo | h) | Use them and | let’s start | trying |
| Bm | G | A | F#m | Bm |
| (Aaaaa | h) To | make it a | place worth | fighting | for |
| G | A | F#m |
| This is the | world we | live in |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Aaaa | h) And | these are the | names we’re | given |
| Bm | G | A | F#m |
| (Oooo | h) | Stand up and | let’s start | showing |
| Bm | G | A | F#m | E |
| (Aaaa | h) | Just where our | lives are | going | to |
| A |
| Well I guess it would be | nice if I could touch your body |
| D | A |
| I know not | everybody has got a body like | you |
| A |
| But I’ve got to think | twice before I give my heart away |
| D | A |
| Girl I know | all the games you play ‘cause I play them | too |
| D | A |
| Oh but I | need some time off from | that emotion |
| D | A |
| Time to pick my heart up off the | floor |
| D | A | F#m |
| And when that | love comes down with | out de | votion |
| Bm | E |
| Well it | takes a strong man baby but I’m | showing you the door |
| A |
| ‘Cause I gotta have | faith |
I gotta have faith
I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith
I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith
| A |
| Baby I know you’re asking me to stay |
| D |
| Say please, please, | please, don’t go away |
| A |
| You say I’m giving you the | blues |
| A |
| May | be girl you mean every word you say |
| D |
| Can’t help but | think of yesterday |
| A |
| And another one who | tied me down to loverboy rules |
| D | A |
| Be | fore this river be | comes an ocean |
| D | A |
| Be | fore you throw my heart back on the | floor |
| D | A | F#m |
| Oh baby I’ll | reconsider my | foolish | notion |
| Bm | E |
| Well I | need someone to hold me but I’ll | wait for something more |
| A |
| ‘Cause I gotta have | faith |
I gotta have faith
I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith
I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith
| D | A |
| Be | fore this river be | comes an ocean |
| D | A |
| Be | fore you throw my heart back on the | floor |
| D | A | F#m |
| Oh baby I’ll | reconsider my | foolish | notion |
| Bm | E |
| Well I | need someone to hold me but I’ll | wait for something more |
| A |
| ‘Cause I gotta have | faith |
I gotta have faith
I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith
I gotta have faith, a-faith, a-faith
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| Freddy my | love, I miss you | more than words can | say |
| A | Amaj7 | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
| Freddy my | love, please keep in | touch while you’re a | way |
| Bm7 | Bm7b5 | E7 |
| Hearing from | you can make the | day so much better |
| C#m | C#m7b5/G | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
| Getting a | souvenir or | maybe a | letter |
| Bm7 | Dm/G | A/E | D |
| I really | flipped over the | gray cashmere | sweater |
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| Freddy you | know, your absence | makes me feel so | blue |
| A | Amaj7 | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
| That’s okay | though, your presents | make me think of | you |
| Bm7 | Bm7b5 | E7 |
| My ma will | have a heart at | tack when she catches |
| C#m | C#m7b5/G | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
| Those pedal | pushers with the | black leather | patches |
| Bm7 | Dm/G | A/E | D |
| Oh how I | wish I had a | jacket that | matches |
| A | Amaj7 | D | A7 |
| Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
| D | E7 | C#m | A |
| Don’t | keep your letters | from me, I | thrill to every | line |
| Dm7 | E7 | Am | Am |
| Your | spelling’s kinda | crummy, but | honey so is | mine |
| Bm7b5 | E7+5 | E7 | Am | D7 |
| I | treasure every | gifti | e, the | ring is really | nifty |
| Gmaj7 | F#m7 | Bm7 | E7 |
| You | say it cost you | fifty, so you’re | thrifty, I don’t | mind |
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| Woah, oh, oh, | oh, Freddy you | see, you’ll hold me | in your arms some | day |
| A | Amaj7 | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
| And I will | be wearing your | lacy linge | rie |
| Bm7 | Bm7b5 | E7 |
| Thinking a | bout it, my heart’s | pounding already |
| C#m | C#m7b5/G | F#7sus4 | F#7 |
| Knowing when | you come home, we’re | bound to go | steady |
| Bm7 | Dm/G | A/E | D |
| And throw your | service pay a | round like con | fetti |
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love, Freddy my | love |
| A | Amaj7 | D | E7 |
| 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 | A7 |
| 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 swan | 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, | ’til 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 | | | |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| D | o you have the t | ime to li | sten to me w | hine |
| F | C | G |
| Ab | out nothing and eve | rything all at o | nce |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| I am one of th | ose mel | odramatic fo | ols |
| F | C | G |
| Neu | rotic to the b | one no doubt about it | |
| F | G | C |
| Som | etimes I g | ive myself the cr | eeps |
| F | G | C |
| Som | etimes my | mind plays tricks on | me |
| F | G |
| It a | ll keeps adding | up |
| C | A# | Am |
| I th | ink I’m cr | acking | up |
A ya ya ya
| C | G | Am | Em |
| I w | ent to a s | hrink to an | alyze my d | reams |
| F | C | G |
| She s | ays it’s lack of s | ex that’s bringing me | down |
| C | G | Am | Em |
| I w | ent to a w | hore who s | aid my life’s a b | ore |
| F | C | G |
| And q | uit my whining ca | use it’s bringing her | down |
| F | G | C |
| Som | etimes I g | ive myself the cr | eeps |
| F | G | C |
| Som | etimes my | mind plays tricks on | me |
| F | G |
| It a | ll keeps adding | up |
| C | A# | Am |
| I th | ink I’m cr | acking | up |
A ya ya ya
| C | G |
| So you better hold | on | |
| Am | Em | F | C | G |
| C | G | Am | Em | F | C | G |
|
| F | G | C |
| Som | etimes I g | ive myself the cr | eeps |
| F | G | C |
| Som | etimes my | mind plays tricks on | me |
| F | G |
| It a | ll keeps adding | up |
| C | A# | Am |
| I th | ink I’m cr | acking | up |
A ya ya ya
| C | G | F | C | G |
| C | G | F | C | G |
| F | C | G |
|
| G | Cadd9 | D |
| Another turning point a | fork stuck in the | road |
| G | Cadd9 | D |
| Time grabs you by the wrist and | directs you where to | go |
| Em | D | Cadd9 | G |
| So make the | best of this | test and don’t ask | why |
| Em | D | Cadd9 | G |
| It’s not a | question but a | lesson learned in | time |
| Em | G | Em | G |
| It’s | something unpredic | table but in | the end it’s | right |
| Em | D | G |
| I | hope you had the | time of your | life |
| G | Cadd9 | D |
| So take the photographs and | still frames in your | mind |
| G | Cadd9 | D |
| Hang it on a shelf in | good health and good | time |
| Em | D | Cadd9 | G |
| Tattoos of | memories and dead | skin on | trial |
| Em | D | Cadd9 | G |
| For what it’s | worth it was | worth all the | while |
| Em | G | Em | G |
| It’s | something unpredic | table but in | the end it’s | right |
| Em | D | G |
| I | hope you had the | time of your | life |
| Em | G | Em | G |
| It’s | something unpredic | table but in | the end it’s | right |
| Em | D | G |
| I | hope you had the | time of your | life |
| Em | G | Em | G |
| It’s | something unpredic | table but in | the end it’s | right |
| Em | D | G |
| I | hope you had the | time of your | life |
| Am | G |
| I try and f | eel the sunshine |
| Am | G |
| You try and h | old me down |
| Am | G |
| You cry and mo | an and complain |
| Am | G |
| Up to my | neck in sorrow |
| Am | C | D |
| You don’t just st | ep inside to, | to fourteen years |
| Am | C | D |
| So hard to keep | my own head | , that’s what I say |
| Am | C |
| And you know, | I’ve been the beg | gar |
| Am | C | D |
| I was the | dog | they all tried to beat |
| Am | G |
| But it’s been | fourteen years of s | ilence |
| D |
| It’s been four | teen years of pain |
| Am | G |
| It’s been | fourteen years that are g | one forever |
| D |
| And I’ll n | ever have again |
| Am | G |
| Your stupid gi | rlfreinds tell you |
| Am | G |
| Well they’re all used | -up has-beens |
| Am | G |
| This time I’ll h | ave the last word |
| Am | G |
| I tried to se | e it your way |
| Am | C | D |
| You just don’t s | tep inside to | fourteen years |
| Am | C | D |
| So hard to keep | my own head | , that’s what I say |
| Am | C |
| And you know, | I’ve been the de | aler |
| Am | C | D |
| I was the | dog | They all tried to beat |
| Am | G |
| But it’s been | fourteen years of s | ilence |
| D |
| It’s been four | teen years of pain |
| Am | G |
| It’s been | fourteen years that are g | one forever |
| D |
| And I’ll n | ever have again |
| Am | G |
| Bullshit and cont | emplation |
| Am | G |
| If they knew h | alf the real truth |
| Am | G |
| Well I’m past the poi | nt of concern |
| Am | G |
| These last four y | ears of madness |
| Am | C |
| Don’t get back | fourteen years |
| Am | C |
| So hard to keep | my own head |
| Am | C |
| You know, | just like a hook | er she said |
| Am | C |
| Oh, I tried to s | ee it your way |
| Am | C |
| I tried to s | ee it your way |
| G | C | G/B |
| There’s so | mething in your e | yes | |
| Am | Dm |
| Don’t hang your he | ad in sorrow |
| G | C | G/B |
| A | nd please don’t c | ry | |
| Am | Dm |
| I know how you | feel inside I’ve |
| G | C | G/B |
| I’ve been there bef | ore | |
| Am | Dm |
| Something is changin’ in | side you |
| G | C | G/B |
| And don’t you kn | ow | |
| F | G | Am | Am7 |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t I still | love you, baby |
| F | G | Am |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| F | G | C |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| G/B | Am | G |
| There’s a he | aven abov | e you, b | aby |
| F | G | Am |
| And don’t you c | ry tonight | |
| G | C | G/B |
| And give me a s | igh | |
| Am | Dm |
| Give me a kiss | before you |
| Am | Dm |
| Don’t you take | it so hard now |
| G | C | G/B |
| A | nd please don’t take it so b | ad | |
| Am | Dm |
| I’ll still be th | inkin’ of you |
| G | C | G/B | Am | G |
| A | nd the times we h | ad | , | ba | by |
| F | G | Am |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| F | G | Am |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| F | G | C |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| G/B | Am | G |
| There’s a he | aven abov | e you, b | aby |
| F | G | Am |
| And don’t you c | ry tonight | |
| Am | Dm | F | G |
| Am | G | F | G |
| Am | F | G | E | F | G | Am |
| | | | | | | |
| C | G/B | Am |
| Th | at I n | ever lie | d |
| C | G/B | Am |
| How I | felt inside | now, honey |
| Dm | G |
| You gotta make | it your own way |
| C | G/B | Am |
| But yo | u’ll be alright | now, sugar |
| Dm | G |
| You’ll feel b | etter tomorrow |
| C | G/B | Am | G |
| Come the m | orning light | now, b | aby |
| F | G | Am |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| F | G | Am |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| F | G | C |
| Don’t you c | ry tonigh | t |
| G/B | Am | G |
| There’s a he | aven abov | e you, b | aby |
| E | F |
| Tonight | baby, m | aybe, someday |
| E | E | G | A | A | A | G | E |
| | | | | | &nbsnbsp; | | x 2 |
| E | G | A |
| I get up around seven | | |
| A | G | E |
| Get outta bed around nine | | |
| E | G | A |
| And | I don’t worry about nothin’ | no | |
| A | G | E |
| Cause | worryin’s a waste of my | | time |
| E | G | A |
| The | show usually starts around seven | | |
| A | G | E |
| We go on stage around nine | | |
| E | G | A |
| Get on the bus about eleven | | |
| A | G | E |
| Sippin’ a | drink and feelin’ fine | | |
| G | C |
| We’ve been dancin’ with | Mr. Brownstone |
| D | E |
| He’s been knockin’, he won’t leave me | alone |
| E |
| No, no, no, he won’t leave me alone |
| B7 |
| I used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do it |
| A7 |
| So the | little got more and more |
| B7 |
| I | just keep tryin’ to get a little better |
| A7 |
| Said a | little better than before |
| B7 |
| I | used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do it |
| A7 |
| So the | little got more and more |
| B7 |
| I | just keep tryin’ to get a little better |
| A7 |
| Said a | little better than before |
| G | C |
| We’ve been dancin’ with | Mr. Brownstone |
| D | E |
| He’s been knockin’, he won’t leave me | alone |
| E |
| No, no, no, he won’t leave me alone |
| E | G | A |
| Now I get up around whenever | | |
| A | G | E |
| I | used to get up on time | | |
| E | G | A |
| But | that old man he’s a real moth | er | fucker |
| A | G | E |
| Gonna | kick him on down the line | | |
| B7 |
| I used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do it |
| A7 |
| So the | little got more and more |
| B7 |
| I | just keep tryin’ to get a little better |
| A7 |
| Said a | little better than before |
| B7 |
| I | used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do it |
| A7 |
| So the | little got more and more |
| B7 |
| I | just keep tryin’ to get a little better |
| A7 |
| Said a | little better than before |
| G | C |
| We’ve been dancin’ with | Mr. Brownstone |
| D | E |
| He’s been knockin’, he won’t leave me | alone |
| E |
| No, no, no, he won’t leave me alone |
| E | E | G | A | A | A | G | E |
| E | E | G | A | A | A | G | E |
| He won’t leave me a | lone | | | | | | | |
| E | E |
| Stuck it in the middle and I | shot it in the middle |
| E | G | A |
| And it, | it drove outta my mind | | |
| A | A |
| I should’ve known better, said I | wish I never met her said I |
| E | E9 |
| I leave it all | behind, yowsa | |
| Fmaj7 | Dm7 |
| When I look into your | eyes |
| C |
| I can see a love res | trained |
| Fmaj7 | Dm7 |
| But darling when I | hold you |
| C |
| Don’t you know I feel the | same |
| Dm7 | G |
| Cause nothin’ lasts for | ever |
| C |
| And we both know hearts can | change |
| Dm7 | G |
| And it’s hard to hold a | candle |
| C |
| In the cold november | rain |
| Fmaj7 | Dm7 |
| We’ve been through this such a l | ong, long time |
| C |
| Just tryin’ to kill the | pain, oh yeah |
| Fmaj7 |
| But lovers always come and lovers always go |
| Dm7 | C |
| And | no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go | today, walkin’ away |
| Fmaj7 |
| If we could take the time to lay it on the line |
| C |
| Just knowin’ that you were | mine, all mine |
| Dm7 | G |
| So if you want to | love me |
| C |
| Then darlin’ don’t | refrain |
| Dm7 | G |
| Or I’ll just end up | walkin’ |
| C |
| In the cold november | rain |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Do you need sometime on your | own? |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Do you | need sometime all | alone? |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Everybody | needs sometime on their | own |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Don’t you know you | need sometime all | alone |
| Em | Fmaj7 | C |
| I know it’s | hard to keep an | open heart |
| Em | Fmaj7 | Dm7 |
| When even | friends seem out to | harm you |
| Em | Fmaj7 | C |
| But if you | could heal a | broken heart |
| Em | Fmaj7 | G |
| Wouldn’t | time be out to | charm you, whoa... |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Sometimes I need sometime on my | own |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Sometimes I | need sometime all | alone |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Everybody | needs sometime on their | own |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Don’t you know you | need sometime all | alone |
| Fmaj7 |
| And when your fears subside |
| Dm7 | C |
| And shadows still | remain, oh yeah |
| Fmaj7 | Dm7 |
| I know that you can | love me |
| C |
| When there’s no one left to | blame |
| Dm7 | G |
| So never mind the | darkness |
| C |
| We still can find a | way |
| Dm7 | G |
| Cause nothin’ lasts | forever |
| C |
| Even cold november | rain |
| C |
| Shed a tear ‘cause I’m missing you |
| G |
| I’m still alright to smile |
| A | D |
| Girl, I think about you every | day now |
| C |
| Was a time when I wasn’t sure |
| G |
| But you | set my mind at ease |
| A | D |
| There is no doubt you’re in my | heart now |
| C | G |
| Said woman | take it slow |
| C | Em |
| It’ll | work itself out | fine |
| C | G | D |
| All we need is | just a little | patience |
| C | G |
| Said sugar | make it slow |
| C | Em |
| And we’ll | come together | fine |
| C | G | D |
| All we need is | just a little | patience |
| G |
| ‘Cause I’d | rather be alone |
| A | D |
| If | I can’t have you right now, I’ll | wait dear |
| C |
| Sometimes, I get so tense |
| G |
| You know I | can’t speed up the time |
| A | D |
| But | you know, love, there’s one more thing to con | sider |
| C | G |
| Said woman | take it slow |
| C | Em |
| Things will be just | fine |
| C | G | D |
| You and I’ll just | use a little | patience |
| C | G |
| Said sugar | take the time |
| C | Em |
| ‘Cause the | lights are shining | bright |
| C | G | D |
| You and I’ve got | what it takes to | make it |
We won’t fake it, Oh never break it
'Cause I can't take it
| D | G |
| Need a little | patience, mm | yeah |
| D | G |
| Need a little | patience, yeah | |
| D | G |
| Just a little | patience, yeah | |
| D | G |
| Some more | patience, yeah | |
| D |
| I’ve been walking these streets at night |
| G |
| Just trying to get it right (Need some patience, yeah) |
| D |
| It’s hard to see with so many around |
| G |
| You | know I don’t like being stuck in a crowd (Could use some patience, yeah) |
| D |
| And the | streets don’t change but maybe the name |
| G |
| I ain’t got time for the game |
| D |
| ‘Cause I | need you (Patience, yeah) |
| G |
| Yeah, yeah well I | need you |
| F |
| Oh, I | need you (Take some patience) |
| G |
| Whoa, I | need you (Just a little patience is all we need) |
| D | G | D | G |
| Ooh, this | time... | | | |
| D |
| She’s got a smile that it seems to me |
| C |
| Re | minds me of childhood memories |
| D |
| Was as fresh as the bright blue | sky |
| D |
| Now and then when I see her face |
| C |
| She | takes me away to that special place |
| G |
| And if I’d | stare too long |
| D |
| I’d | probably break down and cry |
| A | C | D |
| Woah, | oh, sweet child o’ | mine |
| A | C | D |
| Woah, | oh, sweet love of | mine |
| D |
| She’s got eyes of the bluest skies |
| C |
| As | if they thought of rain |
| G |
| I’d | hate to look into those eyes |
| D |
| And | see an ounce of pain |
| D |
| Her | hair reminds me of a warm safe place |
| C |
| Where | as a child I’d hide |
| G |
| And | pray for the thunder and the rain |
| A | C | D |
| Woah, | oh, sweet child o’ | mine |
| A | C | D |
| Woah, | oh, sweet love of | mine |
| A | C | D |
| Woah, | oh, sweet child o’ | mine, oooh yeah |
| A | C | D |
| Woah, | oh, sweet love of | mine |
Cha!
| Em | G | Am | C | B7 |
| Where do we go | oooh | where do we go now | | |
| Em | G | Am | C | B7 |
| Where do we go | oooh | where do we go now | | |
| Em | G | Am | C | B7 |
| Where do we go | oooh sweet | child | | |
| Em | G | Am | C | B7 | Em |
| Sweet | child, sweet | child, sweet | child , sweet | child | of | mine |
| 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 | C | G | A |
| | | | | | | | |
| A | C |
| My | child arrived just the | other day |
| D | A |
| He | came into 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 |
| Em | C | D | D7/C |
| I hear the | ticking of the | clock, I’m | lying here |
| Em | C | D | B |
| The r | oom’s pitch d | ark | | |
| Em | C | D | D7/C |
| I wonder wh | ere you are ton | ight, no a | nswer on your |
| C | G/B | Am7 | G |
| And the ni | ght goes by | so very | slow | |
| C | G/B | Am7 | Dsus4 | D |
| Oh I h | ope that it won’t e | nd all | | | |
| Am | F | C | G |
| Till | now, I | always got | by on my own |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I | never really | cared until I | met you |
| Am | F | C | G |
| | And now it | chills me to the | bone |
| C | F | G |
| How do I g | et you a | lone? |
| C | F | G |
| How do I g | et you a | lone? |
| Em | C | D |
| You don’t know | how long I have | wanted |
| D7/C | Em | C | D | B |
| To | touch your lips and | hold you | tight | | |
| Em | C | D |
| You don’t know | how long I have | waited |
| D7/C | Em | C | D | B |
| And | I was gonna tel | l you tonight | | | |
| C | G/B | Am7 | G |
| But the | secret is | still my own | | |
| C | G/B | Am7 | Dsus4 | D |
| And my l | ove for you is | still unk | nown | | |
| Am | F | C | G |
| Am | F | C | G |
| | Ohoo | oo | oo |
| Am | F | C | G |
| Till | now, I | always got | by on my own |
| Am | F | C | G |
| I | never really | cared until I | met you |
| Am | F | C | G |
| | And now it | chills me to th | e bone |
| C | F | G |
| How do I g | et you a | lone? |
| C | F | G |
| How do I g | et you a | lone? |
Solo
| Am | F | C | G |
| Am | F | C | G |
| F | C/E | Dm | C |
| G/B | Am7 | G | G7/F |
| | | | |
| C | F | G |
| How do I g | et you a | lone? |
| C | F | G |
| How do I g | et you a | lone? |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| Mrs. | Brown you’ve | got a | lovely | daughter&nbsnbsp; | | | |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| Girls as | sharp as | her are | somethin’ | rare | | | |
| Am | C | Am | C |
| But it’s | sad, | she doesn’t | love me now |
| Am | C | G7 |
| She’s made it | clear enough it ain’t no good to | pine |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| She wants | to re | turn those | things I | bought her | | | |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| Tell her | she can | keep them | just the | same | | | |
| Am | C | Am | C |
| Things have | changed, | she doesn’t | love me now |
| Am | C | G7 | Bb |
| She’s made it | clear enough it ain’t no good to | pine | |
| Eb | Gm | Ab | Bb |
| Walkin’ a | bout, | even in a | crowd, well |
| Gb | Bbm | Bb | G |
| You’ll pick her | out, | makes a bloke feel | so proud |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| If she | finds that | I’ve been | ’round to | see you | | | |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| Tell her | that I’m | well and | feelin’ | fine | | | |
| Am | C | Am | C |
| Don’t let | on, | don’t say she’s | broke my heart |
| Am | C | G7 | Bb |
| I’d go down | on my knees but it’s no good to | pine | |
| Eb | Gm | Ab | Bb |
| Walkin’ a | bout, | even in a | crowd, well |
| Gb | Bbm | Bb | G |
| You’ll pick her | out, | makes a bloke feel | so proud |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| If she | finds that | I’ve been | ’round to | see you | | | |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| Tell her | that I’m | well and | feelin’ | fine | | | |
| Am | C | Am | C |
| Don’t let | on, | don’t say she’s | broke my heart |
| Am | C | G7 |
| I’d go down | on my knees but it’s no good to | pine |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| Mrs. | Brown you’ve | got a | lovely | daughter | | | |
| C | Em | Dm7 | G7 | C | Em | Dm7 | G7 |
| Mrs. | Brown you’ve | got a | lovely | daughter | | | |
| D | D | F#m7 | F#m7 |
| Am7 | B7 |
| Em7 | D/F# | G | A |
| → | → | → | |
| D | Bm7 | D | Bm7 |
| I’ve been p | honing ni | ght and mo | rning |
| D | Bm7 | C | Bm7 | A |
| I heard you | say, tell him | I’m n | ot h | ome |
| D | Bm7 | D | Bm7 |
| Now you’re | confessing, | but I’m still | guessing |
| D | Bm7 | C | Bm7 | A |
| I’ve been your | fool for s | o s | o l | ong |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | A | B7 |
| Girl don’t | lie, | just to | save my | feeli | ngs |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | B7 |
| Girl don’t | cry, and | tell me n | othing’s | wrong |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | A | B7 |
| Girl don’t | try to | make up | phony | rea | sons |
| Em | D/F# | G | A |
| I’d rather | leave than n | ever bel | ieve |
| Am7 | B7 | Em | D/F# | G | A |
| If | this ain’t l | ove you’d better let | me | go | | |
| Am7 | B7 | Em | D/F# | G | A |
| If | this ain’t | love, baby, j | ust | say | s | o |
| D | D | F#m7 | F#m7 |
| Am7 | B7 |
| Em7 | D/F# | G | A |
| → | → | → | |
| D | Bm7 |
| You’ve been | thinking |
| D | Bm7 |
| And I’ve been | drinking |
| D | Bm7 | C | Bm7 | A |
| We both | know that it’s j | ust n | ot r | ight |
| D | Bm7 |
| Now you’re pret | ending |
| D | Bm7 |
| That it’s not | ending |
| D | Bm7 | C | Bm7 | A |
| You’ll say | anything to av | oid | a | fight |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | A | B7 |
| Girl don’t | lie, | just to | save my | feeli | ngs |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | B7 |
| Girl don’t | cry, and | tell me n | othing’s | wrong |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | A | B7 |
| I’ll be al | right | one way | or a | no | ther |
| Em | D/F# | G | A |
| So let me | go, or | make we want to | stay |
| D | F#m7 |
| If this is | it, please | let me know |
| Am7 | B7 | Em | D/F# | G | A |
| If | this ain’t l | ove you’d better let | me | know | | |
| Am7 | B | Em | D/F# | G | A |
| If | this ain’t | love, baby, | just | say | so | |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| We’ve had some | fun, | and yes we’ve had our | ups and | downs |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| Been down that | rocky road, | but here we are, | still | around |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| We thought about | someone else, | but neither one | took the | bait |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| We thought about | breaking up, | but now we know it’s | much too | late |
| Am7 | C |
| We are bound by | all the rest |
| C/E | F |
| Like the | same phone | number |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| Yes, it’s | true, | I am | happy to be | stuck with you |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| Yes, it’s | true, | I’m so | happy to be | stuck with you |
| D | Bm7 | G | Dm7 | G |
| ‘Cause I c | an see, | that you’re | happy to be | stuck with me |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| We’ve had our | doubts, | we never took them | serious | ly |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| And we’ve had our | ins and outs, | but that’s the way it’s | supposed to | be |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| We thought about | giving up, | but we could never | stay | away |
| C | Am7 | F | Dm7 | G |
| Thought about | breaking up, | but now we know it’s | much too | late |
| Am7 | C |
| And it’s no great | mystery |
| C/E | F |
| If we | change our | minds |
| G | A |
| Eventually, it’s | back to you and me |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| Yes, it’s | true, | I am | happy to be | stuck with you |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| Yes, it’s | true, | I’m so | happy to be | stuck with you |
| D | Bm7 | G | Dm7 | G |
| ‘Cause I c | an see, | that you’re | happy to be | stuck with me |
| Am7 | C |
| We are bound by | all the rest |
| C/E | F |
| Like the | same phone | number |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| Yes, it’s | true, | I am | happy to be | stuck with you |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| Yes, it’s | true, | I’m so | happy to be | stuck with you |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| ‘Cause I c | an see, | that you’re | happy to be | stuck with me |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| Yes, it’s | true, | I’m so | happy to be | stuck with you |
| D | Bm7 | G | Em | A |
| | | I’m | happy to be | stuck with you |
| Am7 | D |
| The | power of love is a | curious thing |
| Am7 | D |
| Make a one man weep, make an | other man sing |
| Am7 | D |
| Change a hawk to a | little white dove |
| Am7 | D | G | D |
| More than a feeling | that’s the | power | of love |
| Am7 | D |
| Tougher than diamonds, | bricks like cream |
| Am7 | D |
| Stronger and harder than a | bad girl’s dream |
| Am7 | D |
| Make a bad one good make a | wrong one right |
| Am7 | D |
| Power of love that keep you | home at night |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| You don’t need | money, | don’t take | fame | → |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| Don’t need no | credit card to | ride this | train | → |
| A | A/C# | D | E |
| It’s | strong and it’s | sudden and it’s | cruel some | times |
| G | D | E |
| But it | might just | save your | life |
| E | Am7 |
| That’s the power of | love |
| Am7 | D | Am7 | D | G | D |
| | That’s the power of | love | | | |
| Am7 | D |
| First time you feel it, it | might make you sad |
| Am7 | D |
| Next time you feel it it | might make you mad |
| Am7 | D |
| But | you’ll be glad baby | when you’ve found |
| Am7 | D |
| That’s the power makes the | world go’round |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| You don’t need | money, | don’t take | fame | → |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| Don’t need no | credit card to | ride this | train | → |
| A | A/C# | D | E |
| It’s | strong and it’s | sudden and it’s | cruel some | times |
| G | D | E |
| But it | might just | save your | life |
| C | E7 | Am7 |
| They say that | all in love is | fair |
| D9 |
| Yeah, but | you don’t care |
| F | C/E |
| But you’ll know | what to do |
| Fmaj7 | C/E |
| When it gets | hold of you |
| F | E |
| And with a little | help from above |
| E | Am7 |
| You feel the power of l | ove |
| D | Am7 |
| You feel the power of l | ove |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| Don’t take | money, | don’t take | fame | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| Don’t need no | credit card to | ride this | train | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| Tougher than | diamonds and | stronger than | steel | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| You won’t | feel nothin’ | till you fee | l | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| You feel the po | wer, | just feel the po | wer of love | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| That’s the po | wer, | that’s the po | wer of love | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| | | You feel the | power of love | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | D |
| | | You feel the | power of love | |
| A | A/C# | D | E | A | A/C# | D | E |
| | | Feel the | power of lo | ooo | ooo | ve | |
| Em | C |
| Don’t | ask me, what you | know is true |
| Am | C |
| Don’t have to | tell you, I | love your precious heart |
| D |
| And they could | never tear us apart |
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| Em | C |
| We could | live for a | thousand years |
| Am | C |
| But if I | hurt you, I’d make | wine from your tears |
| Em | C |
| I | told you that we | could fly |
| Am | C |
| Cause we | all have wings but | some of us don’t know why |
| D |
| And they could | never, ever, tear us apart |
| G | C |
| I was | standing (You know it’s t | rue) |
| G | C |
| You were | there (Worlds coll | ided) |
| G | C |
| Two worlds co | llided (Shining t | hrough) |
| D |
| And they could | never tear us apart |
| A | D | A | D |
| Boredom satur | ation, it’s a | never ending | clue |
| A | E | D | A |
| Isn’t just to | fill the time when | there’s nothing else to | do |
| A | D | A | D |
| She drove on out of | New York, | she had enough ins | ane |
| A | E | D | A |
| And drivin’ just to | Texas two days | she ended up | in L.A. |
| D | A | D | A |
| Shuffle it a | ll, | shuffle it a | ll, yeah |
| D | A | E | D |
| Shuffle it a | ll, | pack up your | life again |
| A | D | A | D |
| A pile of records | spread out, | the covers still look | good |
| A | E | D | A |
| Picture here a | Peter Tosh’s | startin’ down and a | smokin’ wood |
| A | D | A | D |
| My dog dreaming he’s | running I know, | I see him twitchin’ a | paw |
| A | E | D | A |
| My woman playing | Dr. Mario, | oh, on the TV | all night long |
| D | A | D | A |
| Just another | cigarette | staring at the | moon, yeah |
| D | A | E | D |
| Then I’m headin’ | off to bed, | sleepin’ | without you, yeah |
| D | A | D | A | D | A |
| | Shuffle it | all | , shuffle it | all, | yeah |
| E | D |
| Pack up your | bags again |
| F#m | A | D | A |
| It’s a long and | winding road, | sure enjoy the | view, yeah |
| F#m | A | E | E7 |
| If you want to | see it you’re so | welcome to come a | long |
| F#m | A | D | A |
| Lookin’ forward | to today, | I’m gonna see it | again |
| F#m | A | E |
| When the day is | over, try to | write you ‘bout the road |
| D | A | D | A |
| Feel the motors | winding on, | there ain’t no | news |
| D | A | E | D |
| If you see those | old friends out there, | tell them that I | send my love |
| D | A | D | A |
| Wake up, time to | leave again, | try to find my | shoes |
| D | A | E | D |
| Put the luggage | in the van, | roll up your | bag for two |
| D | A | D | A |
| Shuffle it | all, | shuffle it | all, yeah |
| D | A | E | D |
| Shuffle it | all, | pack up your | things again |
| D | A |
| Shuffle it | all (Keep movin’ along) |
| D | A |
| Shuffle it | all (Keep movin’ along) |
| D | A |
| Shuffle it | all (Keep movin’ along) |
| E | D |
| Pack up your | life again |
| G |
| Think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand |
| C | G |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| G |
| You see it’s getting late, oh please don’t hesitate |
| C | G |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| G | Am | D |
| And the | world will be a b | etter | place |
| G | Am | D |
| And the | world will be a b | etter | place |
| D |
| For | you and me, you just wait and see |
| G |
| Another day goes by, still the children cry |
| C | G |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| G |
| If you want the world to know, we won’t let hatred grow |
| C | G |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| G | Am | D |
| And the | world will be a b | etter | place |
| G | Am | D |
| Ah the | world will be a b | etter | place |
| D |
| For | you and me, you just wait and see |
| G# |
| Take a good look around, and if you’re looking down |
| C# | G# |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| G# |
| I hope when you decide kindness will be your guide |
| C# | G# |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| G# | A#m | D# |
| And the | world will be a b | etter | place |
| G# | A#m | D# |
| And the | world will be a b | etter | place |
| D# |
| For | you and me, you just wait and see, people now |
| C# | G# |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| C# | G# |
| Put a little love in your | heart |
| D |
| Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train |
| A7 |
| When I’s feelin’ near as faded as my | jeans |
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
| D | G/D | D |
| And rode us all the way into New Or | leans | | |
| D |
| I | pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana |
| D7 | G |
| I’s playin’ soft while B | obby sang the bl | ues |
| G | D |
| Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was | holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine |
| A7 |
| We sang every song that driver knew |
| G | D |
| Freedom’s just another word for | nothin’ left to lose |
| A7 | D |
| Nothin’, it ain’t nothin’ hon’, if it ain’t fr | ee |
| G | D |
| And | feelin’ good was easy, lord, oh, | when he sang the blues |
| A7 |
| You know | feelin’ good was good enough for me |
| D |
| Good enough for me and my Bobby Mc | Gee |
| E |
| From the | Kentucky coal mines to the California sun |
| B7 |
| Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of m | y soul |
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
| E |
| Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the | cold |
| E |
| One | day up near Salinas, lord, I let him slip away |
| E7 | A |
| He’s lookin’ for that h | ome and I hope he f | inds it |
| E |
| Well I’d trade all my tomorrows for one | single yesterday |
| B7 |
| To be | holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine |
| A | E |
| Freedom’s just another word for | nothin’ left to lose |
| B7 | E |
| Nothin’, and that’s all that Bobby left | me |
| A | E |
| Well, | feelin’ good was easy, loo | ord, when he sang the blues |
| B7 |
| And | feelin’ good was good enough for me |
| E |
| Good enough for me and my Bobby Mc | Gee |
| E |
| La da | da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa |
| B7 |
| La da da da daa dadada Bobby Mc | Geeah |
Laa li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
| E |
| Laa la laa la daada Bobby Mc | Geeah yeah |
| E |
| La di | da, ladida la dida la di daa, ladida la dida la di daa |
| B7 |
| 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
| E |
| Hey now Bobby no no Bobby McG | ee yeah |
| E |
| Lord, I | called him my lover, I called him my man |
I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
| B7 |
| 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
| E |
| Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McG | ee, lord |
| Bm | Bm | D | E |
| F#m | F#m | E | E |
| G | G | E | E |
|
| E |
| Oh | come on, come on, come on, come on |
| A | D | E | D |
| Didn’t I make you | feel | like | you were the |
| A | D | E | D |
| Only man, | | | yeah and |
| A | D | E |
| Didn’t I give you nearly | everything that a woman | possibly can? |
| F#m |
| But each time I tell myself that I |
| E |
| Well I think I’ve had enough |
| G | E |
| Well | I’m gonna show you baby that a | woman can be tough |
I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on
| A | D |
| Take it, take an | other little piece of my |
| A | D |
| Break it, break a | nother little bit of my |
| E | D | E |
| Heart now darlin’ | yeah yeah | yeah |
| A | D |
| Have a, have a | nother little piece of my |
| D |
| Well you know you got it, if it |
| D | C#m | Bm | A |
| Makes | you f | eel go | od, oh yes it did |
| A | D | E | D |
| Out on the | street looking | good and baby | deep down in your heart |
| A | D | E |
| I guess you know that it ain’t right | | |
| D |
| Never never | never never never never |
| A | D | E |
| Hear me when I | cry at | night |
| E |
| Babe and I cry | all the time |
| F#m | E |
| But each time I tell myself that I, | well I can’t stand the pain |
| G | E |
| But when you | hold me in your arms, I’m | singin’ once again |
I said come on, come on, come on, come on
| A | D |
| Take it, take an | other little piece of my |
| A | D |
| Break it, break a | nother little bit of my |
| E | D | E |
| Heart now darlin’ | yeah | |
| A | D |
| Have a, have a | nother little piece of my |
| D |
| Well you know you got it, shout if it |
| D | C#m | Bm | A |
| Makes | you f | eel go | od |
| Bm | Bm | D | E |
| Bm | Bm | D | E |
| Bm | Bm | D | E |
| Bm | Bm | D | E |
| F#m | E |
| G | E |
|
| E |
| I need you to | come on, come on, come on, come on |
| A | D |
| Take it, take an | other little piece of my |
| A | D |
| Break it, break a | nother little bit of my |
| E | D | E |
| Heart now darlin’ | yeah | come on |
| A | D |
| Have a, have a | nother little piece of my |
| D |
| Well you know you got it, wooow |
| A | D |
| Take it, take an | other little piece of my |
| A | D |
| Break it, break a | nother little bit of my |
| E | D | E |
| Heart now darlin’ | yeah | come on |
| A | D |
| Have a, have a | nother little piece of my |
| D |
| You know you got it, shout if it |
| D | C#m | Bm | A |
| Makes | you f | eel go | od |
| G# |
| Well | you done done me and you bet that I felt it |
| D# |
| I t | ried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted |
| Fm |
| I | fell right through the cracks |
| C# |
| And now I’m | tryin to get back |
| G# |
| Before the c | ool done run out, I’ll be givin’ it my bestest |
| D# |
| And | nothin’s gonna stop me but divine intervention |
| Fm |
| I re | ckon it’s again my turn |
| C# |
| To w | in some or learn some |
| G# | D# |
| But | I won’t hesi | tate |
| C# |
| It can not w | ait, I’m yours |
| G# | D# |
| Well open up your mind and see like | me |
| Fm |
| Open up your plans and then you’re | free |
| C# |
| Look into your heart and you’ll find | love love love love |
| G# | D# |
| Listen to the music of the moment people dance and s | ing |
| Fm |
| We’re just one big fami | ly |
| C# | A# |
| It’s our god forsaken right to be | loved loved loved loved | loved |
| G# | D# |
| But | I won’t hesi | tate |
| C# |
| It can not w | ait, I’m sure |
| G# | D# |
| There’s no n | eed to complic | ate |
| C# |
| This is our f | ate I’m yours |
| G# | D#/G | Fm | D# | C# | C# | A#7/D | A#7/D |
| G# | D#/G | Fm | D# | C# | C# | A#7/D | A#7/D |
|
| G# |
| I’ve been spending | way too long checking my tongue in the mirror |
| D# |
| And | bending over backwards just to try to see clearer |
| Fm |
| But my | breath fogged up the glass |
| C# |
| And so I | drew a new face and I laughed |
| G# |
| I | guess what I’m saying is there ain’t no better reason |
| D# |
| To | rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons |
| Fm |
| It’s | what we aim to do |
| C# |
| Our | name is our virtue |
| G# | D# |
| But | I won’t hesi | tate |
| C# |
| It can not w | ait, I’m yours |
| G# | D# |
| There’s no n | eed to complic | ate |
| C# | A# |
| This is our f | ate I’m yours | |
| Am | D | G | Am |
| When the t | ruth is found | | to b | eeee lies |
| Am | D | G | Am |
| And | all the joy | withi | n yooo | ou dies |
| C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | want som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | need som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Wouldn’t you | love some | body to l | ove? |
| D | G | D | Am |
| You better | find some | body to | love |
| Am | D | G |
| When the | garden’s flowers | | they |
| Am | D | G |
| Aaaa | re dead, | | yes and |
| Am | D | G | Am |
| Y | our mind your mi | nd | is so | full of red |
| C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | want som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | need som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Wouldn’t you | love some | body to l | ove? |
| D | G | D | Am |
| You better | find some | body to | love |
| Am | D | G | Am |
| Your eyes, I | say your | eyes may look like | his |
| Am | D |
| Yeah but | in your head baby | |
| G | Am |
| I’m a | fraid you don’t know | where it is |
| C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | want som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | need som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Wouldn’t you | love some | body to l | ove? |
| D | G | D | Am |
| You better | find some | body to | love |
| Am | D | G | Am | D | G |
| Tears are running | | all ‘r | ound and ‘round your breast | | |
| Am | D | G | Am |
| And | your friends, baby, | they | treat you l | ike a guest |
| C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | want som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Don’t you | need som | ebody to l | ove? |
| D | C | G | Am |
| Wouldn’t you | love some | body to l | ove? |
| D | G | D | Am |
| You better | find some | body to | love |
| 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 downtown | 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 |
| 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 heal 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 |
| 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 |
| A5 |
| Midnight, gettin’ uptight. Where are you? |
| D5 |
| You said you’d meet me, now it’s quarter to two |
| E5 |
| I know I’m hangin’ but I’m still wantin’ you |
| A5 |
| Hey, Jack, It’s a fact they’re talkin’ in town |
| D5 |
| I turn my back and you’re messin’ around |
| E5 |
| I’m not really jealous, don’t like lookin’ like a clown |
| C5 | D5 |
| I think of you ev’ry n | ight and day |
| C5 | D5 | E5 |
| You took my heart, then you | took my pride a | way |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| D5 |
| Can’t break free from the the things that you do |
| E5 |
| I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| A5 |
| Daylight, spent the night without you |
| D5 |
| But I’ve been dreamin’ ‘bout the lovin’ you do |
| E5 |
| I won’t be as angry ‘bout the hell you put me through |
| A5 |
| Hey, man, bet you can treat me right |
| D5 |
| You just don’t know what you was missin’ last night |
| E5 |
| I wanna see your face and say forget it just from spite |
| C5 | D5 |
| I think of you ev’ry n | ight and day |
| C5 | D5 | E5 |
| You took my heart, then you | took my pride a | way |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| D5 |
| Can’t break free from the the things that you do |
| E5 |
| I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| C5 | D5 |
| I think of you ev’ry n | ight and day |
| C5 | D5 | E5 |
| You took my heart, then you | took my pride a | way |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| D5 |
| Can’t break free from the the things that you do |
| E5 |
| I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| D5 |
| Can’t break free from the the things that you do |
| E5 |
| I wanna walk but I run back to you, that’s why |
| A5 |
| I | hate myself for loving you |
| G | C |
| All my | bags are packed I’m | ready to go |
| G | C |
| I’m | standin’ here out | side your door |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| I | hate to wake you | up to say good | bye | |
| G | C |
| But the | dawn is breakin’ it’s | early morn |
| G | C |
| The | taxi’s waitin’ he’s | blowin’ his horn |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| Al | ready I’m so | lonesome I could | cry | |
| G | C |
| So | kiss me and | smile for me |
| G | C |
| Tell me that you’ll | wait for me |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| Hold me like you’ll | never let me | go | |
| G | C |
| Cause I’m | leavin’ | on a jet plane |
| G | C |
| Don’t know when | I’ll be back again |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 | D7 |
| Oh | babe, I hate to | go | |
| G | C |
| There’s so | many times I’ve | let you down |
| G | C |
| So | many times I’ve | played around |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| I tell you now, | they don’t mean a | thing | |
| G | C |
| Every | place I go I’ll | think of you |
| G | C |
| Every | song I sing I’ll | sing for you |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| When | I come back I’ll | wear your wedding | ring | |
| G | C |
| So | kiss me and | smile for me |
| G | C |
| Tell me that you’ll | wait for me |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| Hold me like you’ll | never let me | go | |
| G | C |
| Cause I’m | leavin’ | on a jet plane |
| G | C |
| Don’t know when | I’ll be back again |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 | D7 |
| Oh | babe, I hate to | go | |
| G | C |
| Now the time has | come to leave you |
| G | C |
| One more time just | let me kiss you |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| Close your eyes | I’ll be on my | way | |
| G | C |
| Dream about the | days to come |
| G | C |
| When | I won’t have to | leave alone |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| A | bout the times | I won’t have to | say | |
| G | C |
| So | kiss me and | smile for me |
| G | C |
| Tell me that you’ll | wait for me |
| G | Em | D | D7 |
| Hold me like you’ll | never let me | go | |
| G | C |
| Cause I’m | leavin’ | on a jet plane |
| G | C |
| Don’t know when | I’ll be back again |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 | D7 |
| Oh | babe, I hate to | go | |
| C | F |
| Imagine there’s no | heaven |
| F | Am/E | Dm7 | C |
| Imagine | all the | people | |
| C | F |
| Imagine there’s no | countries |
| C | F |
| Nothing to kill or | die for |
| F | Am/E | Dm7 | C |
| Imagine | all the | people | |
| F | G | C | E |
| You may | say that I’m a | dreamer | |
| F | G | C | E |
| But I’m | not the only | one | |
| F | G | C | E |
| I hope some | day you’ll | join us | |
| F | G | C |
| And the | world will | live as one |
| C | F |
| Imagine no pos | sessions |
| C | F |
| No need for greed or | hunger |
| F | Am/E | Dm7 | C |
| Imagine | all the | people | |
| F | G | C | E |
| You may | say that I’m a | dreamer | |
| F | G | C | E |
| But I’m | not the only | one | |
| F | G | C | E |
| I hope some | day you’ll | join us | |
| F | G | C |
| And the | world will | live as one |
| C | G | C |
| ‘Cause all we are | saying is give peace a | chance |
| Emaj7 | Amaj7 |
| Welcome to the real world, she | said to me |
| C#m7 |
| Condescendingly, | take a seat, take your life |
| Am7 |
| Plot it out in black and white |
| Emaj7 | Amaj7 |
| Well I | never lived the dreams of the | prom kings |
| C#m7 |
| And the drama queens I’d like to think the | best of me |
| F#7 |
| Is still hiding | up my sleeve |
| Asus2 |
| They | love to tell you |
| Emaj7 |
| Stay inside the | lines |
| F#7 | Asus2 | Emaj7 |
| But | something’s better | on the other side | |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I wanna | run through the | halls of my | high school |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I wanna | scream at the | op of my | lungs |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I just found | out there’s no such | thing as the | real world |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| Just a | lie you’ve got to | rise a | bove |
| Emaj7 | Amaj7 |
| So the good boys and girls take the | so called right track |
| C#m7 |
| Faded white hats grabbing | credits and maybe transfers |
| Am7 |
| They | read all the books but they can’t find the answers |
| Emaj7 | Amaj7 |
| And all of our parents they’re getting | older |
| C#m7 |
| I wonder if they’ve wished for anything | better |
| F#7 |
| While in their memories tiny | tragedies |
| Asus2 |
| They | love to tell you |
| Emaj7 |
| Stay inside the | lines |
| F#7 | Asus2 | Emaj7 |
| But | something’s better | on the other side | |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I wanna | run through the | halls of my | high school |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I wanna | scream at the | op of my | lungs |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I just found | out there’s no such | thing as the | real world |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| Just a | lie you’ve got to | rise a | bove |
| Fmaj7b5 | Aadd9 | Fmaj7b5 |
| Aadd9 | Fmaj7b5 |
| I am in | vincible | |
| Aadd9 | Fmaj7b5 |
| I am in | vincible | |
| Fmaj7b5 | Emaj7 |
| As | long as I’m a | live |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I wanna | run through the | halls of my | high school |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I wanna | scream at the | op of my | lungs |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I just found | out there’s no such | thing as the | real world |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| Just a | lie you’ve got to | rise a | bove |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I just can’t | wait ‘til my | 10 year re | union |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| I’m gonna | bust down the | double doors | |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| And when I | stand on these | tables be | fore you |
| Am | D7 | Emaj7 |
| You will | know what all this | time was | for |
| Emaj9 | Amaj9 |
| Welcome to the real world, she | said to me |
| C#m11 |
| Condescendingly, | take a seat, take your life |
| Em11 |
| Plot it out in black and white |
| Emaj9 | Amaj9 |
| Well I | never lived the dreams of the | prom kings |
| C#m11 |
| And the drama queens I’d like to think the | best of me |
| F#7 |
| Is still hiding | up my sleeve |
| A2 | Aadd11 | Add9 | Amaj9 |
| They | love | to | tell | you |
| A2 | Aadd11 | Add9 | Amaj9 | Emaj9 |
| Stay | in | side | the lines | |
| F#7 | A2 | Emaj9 |
| But | something’s better | on the other side | |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I wanna | run through the | halls of my | high school |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I wanna | scream at the | op of my | lungs |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I just found | out there’s no such | thing as the | real world |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| Just a | lie you’ve got to | rise a | bove |
| Emaj9 | Amaj9 |
| So the good boys and girls take the | so called right track |
| C#m11 |
| Faded white hats grabbing | credits and maybe transfers |
| Em11 |
| They | read all the books but they can’t find the answers |
| Emaj9 | Amaj9 |
| And all of our parents they’re getting | older |
| C#m11 |
| I wonder if they’ve wished for anything | better |
| F#7 |
| While in their memories tiny | tragedies |
| A2 | Aadd11 | Add9 | Amaj9 |
| They | love | to | tell | you |
| A2 | Aadd11 | Add9 | Amaj9 | Emaj9 |
| Stay | in | side | the lines | |
| F#7 | A2 | Emaj9 |
| But | something’s better | on the other side | |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I wanna | run through the | halls of my | high school |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I wanna | scream at the | op of my | lungs |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I just found | out there’s no such | thing as the | real world |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| Just a | lie you’ve got to | rise a | bove |
| Fmaj7b5 | Aadd9alt | Fmaj7b5 |
| Aadd9alt | Fmaj7b5 |
| I am in | vincible | |
| Aadd9alt | Fmaj7b5 |
| I am in | vincible | |
| Fmaj7b5/G | Emaj9 |
| As | long as I’m a | live |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I wanna | run through the | halls of my | high school |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I wanna | scream at the | op of my | lungs |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I just found | out there’s no such | thing as the | real world |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| Just a | lie you’ve got to | rise a | bove |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I just can’t | wait ‘til my | 10 year re | union |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| I’m gonna | bust down the | double doors | |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| And when I | stand on these | tables be | fore you |
| Amin9 | D7 | Emaj9 |
| You will | know what all this | time was | for |
E|-1-1-1--3-/5-3-|
B|-1-1-1--3-/5-3-|
G|-2-3-2--3----3-|
D|-3-3-3--3----3-|
A|-3-3-3--x----x-|
E|-1-1-1--1----1-|
| F | Fsus4 | F | Gm7/F | Gm9/F | Gm7/F |
| | | | | | x2 |
| F | Am/E | Dm7 |
| I | bet we been t | ogether for a | million years |
| Am7 | A7 | G9sus4 | G9 |
| And I | bet we’ll be to | gether for a | million more | |
| Bbm6/Db | F/C |
| Oh, it’s | like I started breathing on the | night we kissed |
| A7sus4 | A | C/D | D7 |
| And I | can’t remember | what I ever | did before | |
| Gmaj7 | Bm7 |
| What would we | do baby, without | us? |
| Cmaj9 | A7 |
| What would we | do baby, without | us? |
| Am7 | Cm9 | Bm7 | E9 |
| And there | ain’t no nothin’ | we can’t love each | other through | |
| A7sus4 | A7 | Cmaj7 | Bm7 | Am7 |
| What would we | do baby | , without | us? | | |
| F | Am/E | Dm7 |
| If it’s | absolutely | perfect, the last | puzzle piece |
| Am7 | A7 | G9sus4 | G9 |
| And it | all just comes t | ogether like we | had it pl | anned |
| Bbm6/Db | F/C |
| Ooh, it’s | like we share a secret we could | never tell |
| A7sus4 | A | C/D | D7 |
| ‘Cause | no one else but | you and me could | understand | |
| Gmaj7 | Bm7 |
| What would we | do baby, without | us? |
| Cmaj9 | A7 |
| What would we | do baby, without | us? |
| Am7 | Cm9 | Bm7 | E9 |
| And there | ain’t no nothin’ | we can’t love each | other through | |
| A7sus4 | A7 | Cmaj7 | Bm7 | Am7 |
| What would we | do baby | , without | us? | | |
| A/C# | A/C# | Cmaj7 | Bm7 | Am7 | B7 |
| | | | | | |
| Em7 | A7 |
| You’ve got my number | and I know you know it |
| C/D | G | F#7 | B7 |
| And I’m stickin’ with you ‘til the | end | | |
| Em7 | A7 |
| Ooh, I’m in trouble | if I ever lost you |
| C/D | Am7 | G/B | Cmaj7 | B7 |
| I’d spend my whole life | looking for | you a | gain | |
| Em7 | A7 |
| You’ve got my number, | you’ve got my number |
| C/D | Cmaj7 | Bm7 | Am7 |
| You’ve got my number | | | |
| C/D | Gmaj7 | Bm7 |
| What would we | do baby, without | us? |
| Cmaj9 | A7 |
| What would we | do baby, without | us? |
| Am7 | Cm9 | Bm7 | E9 |
| And there | ain’t no nothin’ | we can’t love each | other through | |
| A7sus4 | A7 | Cmaj7 | Bm7 | Am7 |
| What would we | do baby | , without | us? | | |
| 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 ‘til 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 ‘til 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 ‘til 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 ‘til 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 ‘til 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 | |
| A | E/G# | D/F# |
| Lying beside you | here in the | dark |
| F#m | E | D | Dadd9 |
| Feeling your | heart beat with | mine | |
| A | E/G# | D/F# |
| Softly you whisper, | you’re so sin | cere |
| F#m | E | D |
| How could our | love be so | blind? |
| Bm | F#m |
| We | sailed on together, we | drifted apart |
| E/G# | A | E | D | E/D | D |
| A | nd | here you | are by my | side | | |
| E/D | A | C#m7 |
| So now I | come to you with o | pen arms |
| D | G9 |
| Nothing to hide bel | ieve what I say |
| A | C#m7 |
| So | here I am with o | pen arms |
| D | G9 |
| Hoping you’ll see what your | love means to me |
| A | E/G# | D/F# |
| Living without you, | living | alone |
| F#m | E | D | Dadd9 |
| This empty | house seems so | cold | |
| A | E/G# | D/F# |
| Wanting to hold you, | Wanting you | near |
| F#m | E | D |
| How much I | wanted you | home |
| Bm |
| But | now that you’ve come back |
| F#m |
| Turned | night into day |
| E/G# | A | E | D | E/D | D |
| | I | need you to | say | | |
| E/D | A | C#m7 |
| So now I | come to you with o | pen arms |
| D | G9 |
| Nothing to hide bel | ieve what I say |
| A | C#m7 |
| So | here I am with o | pen arms |
| D | G9 |
| Hoping you’ll see what your | love means to me |
| Em | D | C |
| Here we st | and, | worlds apart |
| D | Em | D | C |
| Hearts b | roken in t | wo, tw | o, tw | o |
| C | D |
| Losing ground, I’m reachi | ng for |
| Am7 | Bm7 | Cmaj9 | D |
| Feelin’ | that it’s | gone | |
| D | Am7 |
| Can change | your mind |
| Am7 | Bm7 | Cmaj9 | D |
| If we | can’t go | on | |
| D | Am7 | Bm7 | Cmaj9 |
| To | survive | the tide l | ove di | vides |
| Em |
| Someday love will find you |
| Em/D |
| Break those chains that bind you |
| Em/C |
| One night will remind you |
| D | D#dim7 |
| An | d went our | separate ways |
| Em/D |
| True love won’t desert you |
| Em/C |
| You know I still love you |
| D | D#dim7 |
| An | d went our | separate ways |
| C | D |
| Caught between conf | usion and |
| C | D |
| Promises we m | ade were in |
| Em | D | C |
| V | ain, in v | ain, in v | ain |
| Am7 | Bm7 | Cmaj9 | D |
| If you | must | go | |
| Am7 | Bm7 | Cmaj9 | D |
| You’ll | never | walk al | one | |
| D | Am7 | Bm7 | Cmaj9 |
| Take c | are | my love, m | iss your l | ove |
| Em |
| Someday love will find you |
| Em/D |
| Break those chains that bind you |
| Em/C |
| One night will remind you |
| D | D#dim7 |
| An | d went our | separate ways |
| Em/D |
| True love won’t desert you |
| Em/C |
| You know I still love you |
| D | D#dim7 |
| An | d went our | separate ways |
| Em |
| Someday love will find you |
| Em/D |
| Break those chains that bind you |
| Em/C |
| One night will remind you |
| Em/D |
| True love won’t desert you |
| Em/C |
| You know I still love you |
| Bm7 | G | A | Bm7 | G |
| Angel | | put sad wings | around me now | |
| A | Bm7 | G | A | Bm7 | G | A |
| Pro | tect me from this | world of sin So that | we can | rise a | gain | | |
| Bm7 | G | A | Bm7 | G |
| Oh | angel | | we can find our | way somehow | |
| A | Bm7 | G | A | Bm7 | G | A |
| Es | caping from the | world we’re in to a | place where | we be | gan | | |
| G | Bm |
| And I | know we’ll | find a better place and |
| G | Bm |
| Peace of | mind just tell me that it’s |
| G | Em | F# |
| All you | want for you and | me |
| F# |
| Angel won’t you set me free |
| Bm7 | G | A | Bm7 | G |
| Angel | re | member how we’d | chase the sun | |
| A | Bm7 | G | A | Bm7 | G | A |
| Then | reaching for the | stars at night as our | lives had | just be | gun | | |
| G | Bm | G | Bm |
| When I | close my | eyes I hear your velvet | wings and | cry |
| G | Em | F# |
| I’m waiting here with | open | arms, oh can’t you | see |
| F# |
| Angel shine your light on me |
| Em | F# |
| Angel we’ll | meet once more I’ll pray |
| Bm | G |
| When all my | sins are washed away |
| Edim7 | F# |
| Hold me insi | de your wings and |
| F# | Bm | G |
| Angel take me far a | way | |
| A | Bm |
| Put sad wings a | round me now |
| G | A | Bm | G |
| Angel take me | far a | way | |
| A | Bm |
| Put sad wings a | round me now |
| G | A | Bm | G |
| So that | we can | rise | again | |
| A | Bm |
| Put sad wings a | round me now |
| G | A | Bm | G |
| Angel take me | far a | way | |
| A | Bm |
| Put sad wings a | round me now |
| G | A | G | A | Bm |
| So that | we can | rise a | gain | | |
| E | A | B |
| I | used to think ma | ybe you lo | ve me, now |
| E | A | B |
| And I just can’t wa | it till the | day when you |
| A | E | A | B | A |
| Knock on my | door | | | |
| E | A | B |
| Now | every time I go | for the m | ailbox |
| A | E | A | B | A |
| Gotta | hold myself | down | | | |
| E | A | B |
| ‘Cause I just can’t wa | it ‘til you | write me |
| A | E | A | B | A |
| You’re | coming a | round | | | |
| B6 | A6 |
| Now I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| B6 | A6 |
| I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| B6 | A6 |
| I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| E | A | B | A |
| And don’t it feel | good, hey | | | |
| E | A | B | A |
| And don’t it feel | good, hey | | | |
| E | A | B |
| I used to think ma | ybe you lo | ve me, now |
| A | E6 | A6 | B6 | A6 |
| I | know that it’s true | | | | |
| E | A | B |
| And I | don’t wanna | spend all of my | life just’a |
| A | E6 | A6 | B6 | A6 |
| Waiting for you | | | | |
| E | A | B |
| Now I | don’t want you b | ack for the | weekend |
| A | E | A | B | A |
| Not | back for a | day | | , no | no no |
| E | A | B |
| Said | baby I | just want you | back and I |
| A | E | A | B | A |
| Want you to | stay | | | |
| B6 | A6 |
| Now I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| B6 | A6 |
| I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| B6 | A6 |
| I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| E | A | B | A |
| And don’t it feel | good, hey | | | |
| E | A | B | A |
| And don’t it feel | good, hey | | | |
| E | A | B | A |
| Walking on | sunshine | | | |
| E | A | B | A |
| Walking on | sunshine | | | |
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
I'm on sunshine baby, oh
I'm on sunshine baby, oh
| B6 | A6 |
| Now I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| B6 | A6 |
| I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| B6 | A6 |
| I’m walking on sun | shine, who | ah |
| E | A | B | A |
| And don’t it feel | good, hey | | | |
| E | A | B | A |
| And don’t it feel | good, hey | | | |
And don't it feel good, I'm on sunshine, tell me again...
| 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 |
| ‘Til | 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 |
| B |
| Crushed out his cigarette 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 only 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 lovers, 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 lovers, 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 |
| D/A | A | D/A | A | D/A | A | D/A | A |
| G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D |
|
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| Glori | a, you’re always on the | run | now |
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| Running after some | bo | dy, you gotta get him | some | how |
| D/A | A |
| I think you’ve got to | slow | down |
| G/D | D |
| Before you start to | blow | it |
| D/A | A |
| I think you’re headed for a | break | down |
| G/D | D |
| So be careful not to | show | it |
| Bm | E7 |
| You really don’t re | member | |
| A | Dmaj7 |
| Was it something that he | said? | |
| G | A | D |
| Are the voices in your | head | calling Glori | a? |
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| Glori | a, don’t you think you’re | fall | ing? |
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| If everybody | wants | you, why isn’t anybody c | | alling? |
| A |
| You don’t have to | answer |
| C | G | A | D |
| Leave them hanging on the | line, oh-oh- | oh, calling Glor | ia |
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| Glori | a (Gloria), I think they got your | num | ber (Gloria) |
| D/A | A |
| I think they got the | ali | as (Gloria) |
| G/D | D |
| That you’ve been living | und | er (Gloria) |
| Bm | E7 |
| But you really don’t re | member | |
| A | Dmaj7 |
| Was it something that they | said? | |
| G | A | D |
| Are the voices in your | head | calling Glori | a? |
| G/D | D | G/D | D |
| D/A | A | D/A | A | D/A | A | D/A | A |
| G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D |
|
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, | Gloria | , how’s it gonna | go | down? |
| D/A | A |
| Will you meet him on the | main | line |
| G/D | D |
| Or will you catch him on the | re | bound? |
| D/A | A |
| Will you marry for the | mon | ey |
| G/D | D |
| Take a lover in the | after | noon? |
| D/A | A |
| Feel your innocence | slipping a | way |
| G/D | D |
| Don’t believe it’s coming | back | soon |
| Bm | E7 |
| And you really don’t re | member | |
| A | Dmaj7 |
| Is it something that he | said? | |
| G | A | D |
| Are the voices in your | head | calling Glori | a? |
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| Glori | a, don’t you think you’re | fall | ing? |
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| If everybody | wants | you, why isn’t anybo | dy c | alling? |
| A |
| You don’t have to | answer |
| C | G | A | D |
| Leave them hanging on the | line, oh-oh- | oh, calling Glor | ia |
| D/A | A | G/D | D |
| Glori | a (Gloria), I think they got your | num | ber (Gloria) |
| D/A | A |
| I think they got the | ali | as (Gloria) |
| G/D | D |
| That you’ve been living | und | er (Gloria) |
| Bm | E7 |
| But you really don’t re | member | |
| A | Dmaj7 |
| Was it something that they | said? | |
| G | A | D |
| Are the voices in your | head | calling Glori | a? |
| G/D | D | G/D | D |
| D/A | A | D/A | A | D/A | A | D/A | A |
| G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D | G/D | D |
| D | Dmaj7 | G6 | A |
| D | Dmaj7 | G6 | A |
| | | | |
| D | G |
| O | ut the door just in time, | head down the 405 |
| D | G |
| G | ot to meet the new boss by 8am | |
| D | G |
| T | he phone rings in the car | , the wife is working hard |
| D | G |
| S | he’s running late tonight aga | in |
| Em | A |
| Well, I | know what I’ve been | told |
| Em | A |
| You’ve got to | work to feed | the soul |
| Bm | Bm/A | Bm/Ab | E7 |
| But | I can’t do this | all on | my | own |
| G | A |
| No | I know, I | ’m no superman |
| D | Dmaj7 | G6 | A |
| | | | I’m no superman |
| D | G |
| You’ve got your love online, | you think you’re doing fine |
| D | G |
| But you’re just plugged into the wa | ll |
| D | G |
| And that deck of tarot cards, | won’t get you very far |
| D | G |
| There ain’t no hand to break your fa | ll |
| Em | A |