| C | F | C | Dm | C | G | |
| a | ny's the ti | me I'v | e bee | n mis | ta | ken |
| Am | E | Am | C | F | C | Dm | C | G | E | |
| and | many ti | mes conf | used → | Yes and | oft | en fe | lt f | ors | ake | n |
| Am | E | Am | |
| and c | ertain | ly mi | sused |
| F | G | F | C | |
| But I | 'm a | ll right, I'm a | ll ri | ght |
| F | C | G | Am | |
| I'm just w | ear | y | to my b | ones |
| D | G | G7 |
| Still, you do | n't ex | pect to be |
| C | G | D | G | C | F | C | G | G7 | G | Am | |
| bright | and | bon vi | vant → | So | far | awa | y fr | om | hom | e |
| F | C | G | C |
| So f | ar aw | ay from ho | me |
| And I don't know a soul → who's not been battered |
| I don't have a friend who → feels at ease |
| I don't know a dream that's → not been shattered |
| or driven to its knees |
| But it's all right, it's all right |
| We've lived so well so long |
| Still when I think of the road |
| We're travelling on → I wonder what went wrong |
| I can't help it, I wonder → what went wrong |
| C | G |
| And I dreamed I was dying → And I dreamed that my s | oul |
| Am | D | G | |
| rose unexpe | ctedly → And loo | king back do | wn at me |
| F | C | G | C | |
| Smi | led reassuri | ngl | y → And I dreamed I was fl | ying |
| G | G | Am | |
| And high ab | ove my ey | es → could cl | early see |
| D7 | G | F | C | G | |
| The st | atue of libe | rty → Sail | ing aw | ay to | sea |
| C | |
| And I dreamed I was F | lying |
| We come on the ship they call |
| The Mayflower → We come on the ship that |
| sailed the moon → We come in the age's most |
| uncertain hour → And sing an american tune |
| But it's all right, it's all right |
| You can't be forever blessed → Still tomorrow's going to be |
| another working day |
| And I'm trying to get some rest |
| That's all I'm trying to get → some rest. |
| Em | Em | C |
| Well | I'll be damned → Here comes your | ghost again |
| G | |
| But that's not u | nusual |
| D | |
| Its just that the | moon is full |
| Em | Em | |
| And you happened to | call → And | here I sit |
| C | |
| Hand on the | telephone |
| G | |
| I'm hearing a vo | ice I'd known |
| D | Em | |
| A couple of | light years ago → Heading straight for a | fall |
| As I remember, |
| Your eyes were bluer than robins' eggs |
| My poetry was lousy you said → Where are you calling from? |
| A booth in mid-west → Ten years ago |
| I bought you some cuff-links → You bought me something |
| We both know what memories can bring |
| They bring diamonds and rust |
| You burst on the scene → Already a legend |
| The unwashed phenomenon → The original vagabond |
| You strayed into my arms → And there you stayed |
| Temporarily lost at sea |
| The madonna was yours for free |
| The girl on the half-shell → Could keep you unharmed |
| Bm | |
| Now I | see you standing with brown leaves falling all |
| Am | |
| around → And snow in your | hair |
| Bm | |
| Now y | ou're smiling out of the window of that crummy hotel |
| Am | |
| Over Washington | square |
| C | |
| Our br | eath comes out of white clouds |
| G | Fmaj7 | |
| Mingles and hangs in the | air → Speaking | strictly for me |
| G | B7 | |
| We both could have died then and | there |
| Now your telling me → Your not nostalgic |
| Then give me another word for it |
| You who are so good with words |
| And keeping things vague |
| 'Cos I need some of that vagueness now |
| Its all come back too clearly |
| Yes I loved you dearly |
| And if you're offering diamonds and rust |
| I've already paid |
| F | A# | F |
| When your day is long | → And the night, |
| A# | |
| The night is yours alo | ne. |
| F | A# | F |
| When you think you've had enou | gh of this life, |
| A# | |
| Well, hang | on. |
| Gm | C | Gm | C |
| Don't let yourself g | o, → | Cause everybody cr | ies |
| Gm | C | F | A# |
| And everybody h | urts → Some | times. |
| F | A# | |
| Sometimes everything is wr | ong. |
| F | |
| Now it's time to sing alo | ng. |
| A# | F | |
| When your day is night, ho | ld on, |
| (Hold on, hold on) |
| A# | |
| If you feel like letting g | o, |
| F | |
| (Hold | on) |
| A# | F | |
| If you're sure you've had too | much of this l | ife, |
| A# | |
| To hang o | n. |
| Gm | C | Gm |
| Cause everybody hu | rts → Somet | imes. |
| C | |
| Take comfort in your fr | iends. |
| Gm | C |
| Everybody hu | rts... |
| A7 | Dm | A7 | Dm |
| Don't blow your ha | nd, → O | h, n | o, |
| A7 | Dm |
| Don't blow your ha | nd. |
| D# | A# |
| If you feel like you're a | lone, |
| D# | C |
| No, no, no, you're not al | one. |
| F | A# | F |
| If you're on your own | → In this lif | e, |
| A# | |
| And the days and nights are | long, |
| F | A# |
| If you're sure you've had too | much |
| F | A# | |
| Of this li | fe → To hang | on. |
| Gm | C |
| Well, everybody hu | rts |
| Gm | C | |
| Som | etimes, everybody cr | ies |
| Gm | C | |
| Som | etimes, → Everybody hu | rts... |
| F | A# | |
| Some | times. |
| F | A# | |
| Everybody hurts s | ometimes | . |
| F | A# | F | A# | |
| So, hold | on, hold | on, → Hold | on, hold | on, |
| F | A# | F | A# | |
| Hold | on, hold | on, → Hold | on, hold | on, |
| F | A# | |
| 'Cause no, you're not alone. |
| F A# ... F |
| G | |
| May God bl | ess and keep you always |
| C | G | |
| May your wi | shes all come t | rue |
| A | A/G | D | |
| May you always do for others → And let oth | ers | do for y | ou |
| G | |
| May you bu | ild a ladder to the stars |
| C | Am | |
| And c | limb on every r | ung |
| G | D | C | |
| And may you s | tay f | orever y | oung |
| G | D | C | G | |
| May you s | tay for | ever y | oung |
| [Verse 2] |
| G | |
| May y | ou grow up to be righteous |
| C | G | |
| May you gro | w up to be true |
| May you always know the truth |
| A | A/G | D | |
| And see the | lig | hts surr | ounding you |
| G | |
| M | ay you always be courageous |
| C | Am | |
| Sta | nd upright and | be strong |
| G | D | C | |
| And may you s | tay f | orever y | oung |
| G | D | C | G |
| May you | stay | fore | ver young |
| [Verse 3] |
| G | |
| M | ay your hands always be busy |
| C | G | |
| May your fe | et always be sw | ift |
| May you have a strong foundation |
| A | A/G | D | |
| When the wi | nds | of chang | es shift |
| G | |
| M | ay your heart always be joyful |
| C | Am | |
| M | ay your song al | ways be sung |
| G | D | C | G | D | C | G | |
| May you stay | fore | ver youn | g → | May you | stay | fore | ver young |
| C | G | |
| I met a boy called | Frank Mills, |
| Am | |
| on Sep | tember 12th right here, |
| F | C |
| in front of the | Waverly, |
| F | G | C | |
| but un | fortunately, | I lost his address. |
| C | |
| He was last seen with his friend, |
| C | Am | F |
| a drummer he re | sembles George Harrison of | the |
| Beatles, |
| C | F | G | C | |
| but he | wears his hair tied | in a small | bow at | the |
| Gm | |
| back. → I | love him, |
| F | |
| but it em | barrasses me to walk down the street with |
| C | |
| him. |
| Em | Am | Em |
| He lives in | Brooklyn | somewhere, |
| Am | G | |
| and he wears his white crash | helmet. |
| C | |
| He has | golden chains on his leather jacket, |
| F | C | |
| and | on the back, are | written on the names |
| F | Am | F | C | |
| Mary and | Mom and Hells | Angels. |
| C | G | |
| I would gratefully | appreciate it |
| Am | F | |
| if you see him, | tell him |
| C | F | |
| I'm in the park with my | girlfriend, |
| G | C | G | |
| and | please, tell him | Angela and | I |
| Am | F | G | C | |
| don't want the | two dollars | back, | just | him. |
| [Intro] |
| C | Am | C | Am |
| [Verse] |
| C | Am | |
| Now I' | ve heard there was | a secret chord |
| C | Am | |
| That | David played and it | pleased the Lord |
| F | G | C | G | |
| But | you don't really | care for music, | do you | ? |
| C | F | G | |
| It | goes like this, the | fourth, the | fifth, |
| Am | F | |
| The | minor fall, the | major lift, |
| G | E | Am | |
| The | baffled king comp | osing, Halle | lujah. |
| [Chorus] |
| F | Am | F | |
| Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, |
| C | G | C | Am | C | Am | |
| Halle | lu | - | jah. |
| [Verse] |
| C | Am | |
| Your | faith was strong but you | needed proof, |
| C | Am | |
| You | saw her bathing | on the roof: |
| F | G | C | G | |
| Her | beauty and the | moonlight overthr | ew ya | . |
| C | F | G | |
| She | tied you to a | kitchen | chair, |
| Am | F | |
| She | broke your throne, and she | cut your hair, |
| G | E | Am | |
| And | from your lips she | drew the Halle | lujah. |
| [Chorus] |
| F | Am | F | |
| Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, |
| C | G | C | Am | C | Am | |
| Halle | lu | - | jah. |
| [Verse] |
| C | Am | |
| You | say I took the | name in vain, |
| C | Am | |
| Though | I don't even | know the name, |
| F | G | C | G | |
| But | if I did, well | really, what's it | to ya | ? |
| C | F | G | |
| There's a | blaze of light in | every | word, |
| Am | F | |
| It | doesn't matter | which you heard: |
| G | E | Am | |
| The | holy or the | broken Halle | lujah. |
| [Chorus] |
| F | Am | F | |
| Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, |
| C | G | C | Am | C | Am | |
| Halle | lu | - | jah. |
| [Verse] |
| C | Am | |
| I | did my best, it | wasn't much, |
| C | Am | |
| I | couldn't feel so I | tried to touch. |
| F | G | C | G | |
| I've | told the truth, I | didn't come to | fool ya | . |
| C | F | G | |
| And | even though it | all went | wrong |
| Am | F | |
| I'll | stand before the | Lord of Song |
| G | E | Am | |
| With | nothing on my | tongue but Halle | lujah. |
| [Chorus] |
| F | Am | F | |
| Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, |
| C | G | C | Am | C | Am | |
| Halle | lu | - | jah. |
| covered by 10,000 maniacs |
| G | C | D |
| We had an ap | artment in t | he city |
| Me and Loretta liked living there |
| Bm | C |
| And it'd been years since the k | ids had grown |
| G | D |
| A life of their own, | left us alone |
| John and Linda live in Omaha |
| And Joe is somewhere on the road |
| And we lost Davy in the Korean War |
| And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore |
| Chorus → Chorus |
| C | D | |
| Y | ou know that old trees just | grow stronger |
| C | D | |
| A | nd old rivers get wilder eve | ry day |
| Bm | C | |
| O | ld people just get lo | nesome |
| G | D | |
| W | aiting for someone to say "Hell | o in there, |
| G | C | D | |
| Hell | o. | " |
| Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more |
| She sits and stares through the back door screen |
| And all the news just repeats itself |
| Like some forgotten dream that we=D5ve both seen |
| Some day I'll go and call up Rudy |
| We worked together at the factory |
| But what'll I say when he asks, "What's new?" |
| "Nothin'. What's with you?" Nothin' much to do. |
| Chorus |
| So if you're walkin' down the street some day |
| And spot some hollow, ancient eyes |
| Please don't just pass 'em by and stare |
| As if you didn't care, say "Hello in there, Hello." |
| Bm | F# |
| On a dark desert highway, | cool wind in my hair |
| A | E |
| Warm smell of colitas, | rising through the air |
| G | D |
| Up ahead in the distance, | I saw a shimering light |
| Em | F# |
| My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, | I had to stop |
| for the night |
| Bm | F# |
| There she stood in the doorway, | I heard the mission bell |
| A | E |
| And I was thinking to myself: this could be | heaven or |
| this could be hell |
| G | D |
| Then she lit up a candle | and she showed me the way |
| Em | F# |
| There were voices down the corridor; | I thought I heard |
| them say: |
| Chorus |
| G | D | |
| " | Welcome to the Hotel Califor | nia |
| F# | Bm |
| Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a | lovely |
| face |
| G | D |
| Plenty of room at the Hotel Califor | nia |
| Em | F# | |
| Any | time of year (any time of year), you can | find it |
| here" |
| Bm | F# |
| Her mind is Tiffany twisted, | she got the Mercedes Benz |
| A | E |
| She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, | that she calls |
| friends |
| G | D |
| How they dance in the courtyard, | sweet summer sweat |
| Em | F# |
| Some dance to remember, | some dance to forget |
| Bm | F# |
| So I called up the captain, " | Please bring me my wine", He |
| said |
| A | E |
| "We haven't had that spirit here since | nineteen |
| sixty-nine" |
| G | D |
| And still those voices are calling from | far away |
| Em | F# |
| Wake you up in the middle of the night, | just to hear them |
| say: |
| G | D | |
| " | Welcome to the Hotel Califor | nia |
| F# | Bm |
| Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a | lovely |
| face |
| G | D | |
| They | livin' it up at the Hotel Califor | nia |
| Em | |
| What a | nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your |
| F# | |
| alibis" |
| Bm | F# |
| Mirrors on the ceiling, | the pink champagne on ice, and |
| she said |
| A | E | |
| " | We are all just prisoners here, | of our own device" |
| G | D |
| And in the master's chambers, | they gathered for the |
| feast |
| Em | F# |
| They stab it with their steely knives but they | just can't |
| kill the beast |
| Bm | F# |
| Last thing I remember, I was | running for the door |
| A | E |
| I had to find the passage back to the | place I was before |
| G | D | |
| " | Relax," said the night man, "We are | programmed to |
| receive |
| Em | F# |
| You can check out any time you like, but | you can never |
| leave" |
| chorus |
| Am | C | D | F | Am | C | |
| T | here is a h | ouse in N | ew Orl | eans they c | all the R | ising |
| E | |
| S | un, |
| Am | C | D | F | Am | |
| And it's b | een the r | uin of m | any a poor g | irl, and | me, oh |
| E7 | Am | |
| God, for | one. |
| If I had listened to what my mother said, I'd have been at |
| home today, |
| But I was young and foolish, oh God, let a rambler lead me |
| astray. |
| My mother is a tailor, she sews those new blue jeans. |
| My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord, drinks down in New |
| Orleans. |
| The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk, |
| The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk. |
| He'll fill his glasses to the brim, he passes them around, |
| And the only pleasure that he gets out of life is bumming |
| from town to town. |
| Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done. |
| But shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising |
| Sun. |
| It's one foot on the platform, and the other on the train. |
| I'm going back to New Orleans, to wear the ball and chain. |
| I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, |
| I'm going back to spend my life beneath that Rising Sun. |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | |
| Verse1: → | Imagine there's no | heaven |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | C | Cmaj7 | F |
| It's easy if you | try | → | No hell b | elow us |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | Am | Dm7 | F/C |
| Above us onl | y sky | → Imagine all | the peop | le |
| G | C/G | G7 | C |
| Living for | today | AH |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | |
| Verse2: → | Imagine there's | no countries |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | C | Cmaj7 | F |
| It isn't hard | to do | → | Nothing to kill | or die | for |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | Am | Dm7 | F/C |
| And no religion | too | → Imagine all | the peop | le |
| G | C/G | G7 |
| Living life | in pe | ace |
| Bridge#1: |
| F | G | C | E7 | F |
| You may sa | y I'm a dre | amer |
| F | G | C | E7 | F |
| But I'm n | ot the only one |
| F | G | C | E7 | F |
| I hope some da | y you'll | join us |
| G | C | |
| and the wor | ld will b | e as one |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | |
| Verse3: → | Imagine no | possessions |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | C | Cmaj7 | F |
| I wonder if you | can | → | No need for greed | or hunger |
| C | Cmaj7 | F | Am | Dm7 | F/C |
| A brother hood | of man | → Imagine all | the peop | le |
| G | C/G | G7 |
| Sharing all | the W | orld |
| Bridge#2: |
| F | G | C | E7 | F |
| You may sa | y I'm a dre | amer |
| F | G | C | E7 | F |
| But I'm n | ot the only one |
| F | G | C | E7 | F |
| I hope some da | y you'll | join us |
| G | C | |
| and the wor | ld will | live as one |
| Intro C C |
| C | F | |
| I dr | eamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and | me |
| C | |
| F | C | |
| Says I, | But Joe, you are ten years | dead |
| D | G | G7 | |
| I n | ever died, said he. I | never di | ed, said he |
| C | |
| C | F | |
| The Cop | per Bosses killed you Joe, they shot you Joe, | says |
| C | |
| I |
| F | C | |
| Takes more th | an guns to kill a man |
| D | G | G7 | C | |
| Says Joe | , I didn't die. sa | ys Joe, I di | dn't die |
| C | |
| And stand | ing there as big as life, and smiling with his |
| F | C | |
| eyes |
| F | C | |
| says Joe, | What they can never kill |
| D | G | G7 | C | |
| Went on t | o organize, wen | t on to organ | ize |
| C | F |
| From San Diego up to Maine, in every mine and | mill |
| C | |
| F | C |
| Where working man defend their rig | hts |
| D | G | G7 | |
| It's | there you'll find Joe Hill, | it's there y | ou'll find |
| C | |
| Joe Hill |
| C | F | |
| I dre | amed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and | me |
| C | |
| F | C | |
| Says I, | But Joe, you are ten years | dead |
| D | G | G7 | |
| I n | ever died, says he. I n | ever died | , says he |
| C | C | C | |
| F | |
| And | now, the end is near |
| Cm6 | D7 | |
| And so I | face the final c | urtain. |
| Gm | Gm7 | |
| My f | riend, I'll say it cl | ear |
| C7 | F | |
| I'll state my | case of which I'm c | ertain. |
| F7 | |
| I've lived a life that's f | ull |
| Bb | Bbm | |
| I travelled | each and every h | ighway |
| F | C7 | |
| And m | ore, much more than th | is, |
| Gm | F | |
| I did it | my w | ay. |
| Regrets, I've had a few |
| But then again too few to mention. |
| I did what I had to do |
| And saw it through, without exemption. |
| I planned each charted course |
| Each careful step, along the byway |
| And more, much more than this, |
| I did it my way. |
| Cm7 | |
| Yes there were times, I'm sure you k | new, |
| Bb | |
| When I bit | off more than I could chew |
| Gm7 | C7 | |
| But through it | all, when there was | doubt |
| Am7 | Dm | |
| I ate it | up, and spit it o | ut, |
| Gm7 | C7 | |
| I faced it | all, And I stood t | all, |
| Gm | F | |
| And did it | my | way. |
| I've loved, I've laughed and cried |
| I've had my fill, my share of losing. |
| And now, as tears subside, → I find it all so amusing. |
| To think, I did all that, |
| And may I say, "not in a shy way", |
| Oh no, oh no not me, → I did it my way. |
| For what is a man, what has he got, |
| If not himself, then he has not, |
| To say the things, he truly feels, |
| And not the words of one who kneels. |
| The record shows, I took the blows, |
| And did my way. |
| C | F | C |
| I never dr | eamed you'd leave in | summer |
| C | F | D7 | Am |
| I thought you wo | uld go then come bac | k hom | e |
| Dm | A7 | Dm |
| I thought the | cold would leave by | summer |
| Bb | A | Ab | G | |
| But my | quiet nights wil | l be spent a | lone |
| [Verse 2] |
| C | F | C |
| You said t | here would be warm lo | ve in springtime |
| C | F | D7 | Am |
| That was when yo | u started t | o be | cold |
| Dm | A7 | Dm |
| I never | dreamed you'd leave in | summer |
| Bb A Ab G (change key) A7 |
| But now I find myself all alone |
| [Verse 3] |
| D | G7 | D | G7 |
| You said then y | ou'd be the life | in aut | umn |
| D | G7 | E7 | Bm |
| Said you'd be t | he one to see | the | way |
| Em | B7 | Em |
| I never d | reamed you'd leave in | summer |
| C | B | Bb |
| But now I find my | love has gon | e away |
| A6 | D | D7 | D | G7 |
| Why didn't | yo | u st | ay? |
| C | G |
| If life is a river and your | heart is a boat |
| C | G |
| And just like a water baby baby | born to float |
| C | G |
| And if life is a wild wind that | blows way on high |
| C | G |
| And your heart is Amelia | dying to fly |
| F | G | A |
| Heaven | knows no fron | tiers |
| Dm | G | C |
| And I've seen | heaven in your | eyes |
| C | G |
| And if life is a bar room in | which we must wait |
| C | G |
| 'Round the man with his fingers on the | ivory gates |
| C | G |
| Where we sing until dawn of our fe | ars and our fates |
| C | G |
| And we stack all the dead men in | self addressed crates |
| C | G | |
| In your ey | es faint as the singing of a | lark |
| Am | |
| That somehow this black | night |
| F | |
| Feels warmer for the | spark |
| C | |
| Warmer for the s | park |
| G | |
| To hold us 'til the d | ay |
| Am | |
| When fear will lose it's | grip |
| F | |
| And heaven has its | way |
| G | A | |
| Heaven | knows no front | iers |
| Dm | G | C |
| And I've seen | heaven in your | eyes |
| C | G |
| If your life is a rough bed o | f brambles and nails |
| C | G |
| And your spirit's a slave to man's w | hips and man's jails |
| C | G |
| Where you thirst and you hunger for | justice and |
| right |
| C | G |
| And your heart is the pure flame o | f man's constant night |
| C | G | |
| In your ey | es faint as the singing of a | lark |
| Am | |
| That somehow this black | night |
| F | |
| Feels warmer for the | spark |
| C | |
| Warmer for the s | park |
| G | |
| To hold us 'til the d | ay |
| Am | |
| When fear will lose it's | grip |
| F | |
| And heaven has its | way |
| C | |
| And heaven has its | way |
| G | |
| When all will harmo | nise |
| Am | |
| And know what's in our | hearts |
| F | |
| The dream will rea | lise |
| G | A | |
| Heaven | knows no fron | tiers |
| Dm | G | F |
| And I've seen h | eaven in your | eyes |
| G | A | |
| Heaven | knows no fro | ntiers |
| Dm | G | C |
| And I've seen | heaven in your | eyes |
| C6 C13/E F6 F#dim7 C6/G |
| Ab7 | G9 | C6 | Ab7 | G13 | G7 |
| C6 | G11 |
| Its quarter to three |
| C6 | Dm7 |
| There's no one in the place |
| C6 | Dm7 |
| cept you and me |
| C6/E Ebdim7 G7/D |
| C6 | G11 | C6 | Dm7 |
| So set em up joe | → | I got a little story |
| C6 | Gm7 |
| I think you should kn | ow |
| C13 |
| Fmaj7 | Gm7 |
| Were drinking my friend |
| Fmaj7 | Bb13 | Cmaj9 |
| To the end | of a → | brief episode |
| Bb7 | A7 | Fmaj7/G | Am7 | |
| So m | ake it on | e fo | r my baby |
| Dm7 | Em | F | F/G | C9 |
| And one | more | for | the road |
| F#m11 | B7 | Emaj7 | B11 |
| → | I know the r | outine |
| Emaj7 | B11 | B7 | Emaj7 | B11 |
| Put another n | ickel | → | in that there m | achine |
| Emaj7 | B11 | Emaj7 | F#m7 |
| → | Im feeling so | bad |
| G#m7 | F#m11 | B7 | Emaj9 | Bm7 |
| Wont you make the music | easy a | nd sad |
| E13 |
| A | A | Amaj7 | A6 |
| I could te | ll you a | lot |
| G9 | F#7 | F7 |
| But you gotta to b | e |
| Emaj7 | F#m11 |
| true to your cod | e |
| G#m7 |
| E13 | D9 | C#m7 | F#m7 | G#m |
| So make it one | for my baby |
| A | A/B | E6 |
| And one more fo | r the road |
| Bm11 | E13 | Em11 | A13 |
| → | Youd never know i | t |
| Em11 | A13 |
| But buddy Im a ki | nd of poet |
| G#9 | C#7 | F#7 | B7 | E6 | |
| And Ive got a l | ot of thi | ngs I wan | na sa | y |
| E13 |
| Em11 | A13 | A13 | Adim | A9 |
| And if Im glo | omy, please | listen | to me |
| F#7 C9 (#11) B9(#5) |
| Till it's all, all talked away |
| B7 |
| Emaj7 | F#m7 | |
| Well, t | hat's how it goes |
| G#m7 | F#m11 | |
| And j | oe I know you're gettin |
| Emaj7 | F#m11 |
| anxious to c | lose |
| G#m7 | F#m11 |
| B7 | Emaj7 | F#m11 |
| S | o thanks for the c | heer |
| G#m7 | F#m11 |
| I hope you di | dn't mind |
| B7 | Emaj7 | Bm7 |
| My bending your | ear |
| E9 | A | A | Amaj7 | A6 | A13 | D13 |
| But t | his | torch t | hat I fo | und → | Its gotta be drow | ned |
| D9 | Emaj7 | F#m7 |
| Or it | soon might expl | ode |
| G#m7 |
| C#7 | G#9 | C#7 |
| So make it | one for my | baby |
| F#m7 G#m7 |
| A6 | B11 | G#9 | |
| And one | more fo | r the road |
| C#9 | F#13 | B11 |
| That | long → So Long |
| E6 | E13/G | A6 | A#dim | E6/B | |
| The lon | g |
| C13 | B13 | E6 |
| Win | ding road. |
| G | Hm |
| Billy Rose was a low rider, | Billy Rose was a night |
| fighter |
| C | G | D |
| Billy Rose knew trouble like the | sound of his own | name |
| Am | C |
| Busted on a drunken charge → | Driving someone else's car |
| Cm | G | |
| The | local midnight sheriff's claim to f | ame |
| G | Hm | |
| In an | Arizona jail there are | some who tell the tale, how |
| C | G | D |
| Billy fought the sergeant for some | milk that he de | manded |
| Am |
| Knowing they'd remain the boss |
| C |
| Knowing he would pay the cost |
| Cm | G | |
| They | saw he was severely reprim | anded |
| Em | Hm | |
| In the | blackest cell on | A Block |
| Em | Hm | |
| He | hanged himself at | dawn |
| Em | Hm | |
| With a | note stuck to the | bunk head |
| Am | D | |
| Don't | mess with me, just take me | home |
| Em | D | |
| Come and | lay, help us | lay |
| G | |
| young Billy | down |
| G | Hm |
| Luna was a Mexican the | law calls an alien |
| C | G | D | |
| For | coming across the border with a | baby and a | wife |
| Am | |
| Though the | clothes upon his back were wet |
| C |
| Still he thought that he could get |
| Cm | G | |
| Some | money and things to start a l | ife |
| G | Hm | |
| It | hadn't been too very long when it | seemed like |
| everything went wrong |
| C | G | D | |
| They | didn't even have the time to | find themselves a | home |
| Am | |
| This | foreigner, a brown-skin male |
| C |
| Thrown inside a Texas jail |
| Cm | G | |
| It | left the wife and baby quite al | one |
| Em | Hm | |
| He | eased the pain in | side him |
| Em | Hm | |
| With a | needle in his | arm |
| Em | Hm | |
| But the | dope just cruci | fied him |
| Am | D | |
| He | died to no one's great a | larm |
| Em | D | G | |
| Come and | lay, help us | lay → Young Luna | down |
| Em | D | |
| And we're gonna | raze, raze the | prisons |
| G | |
| To the | ground |
| G | Hm |
| Kilowatt was an aging con of | 65 who stood a chance to |
| C | |
| s | tay alive |
| G | D | |
| And leave the joint and | walk the streets | again |
| Am | |
| As the | time he was to leave drew near |
| C | |
| He | suffered all the joy and fear |
| Cm | G | |
| Of | leaving 35 years in the p | en |
| G | Hm | |
| And | on the day of his release he | was approached by the |
| police |
| C | G | D | |
| Who | took him to the warden walking | slowly by his | side |
| AM |
| The warden said "You won't remain here |
| C |
| But it seems a state retainer |
| Cm | G |
| Claims another 10 years of your l | ife." |
| Em | Hm | |
| He stepped | out in the Texas | sunlight |
| Em | Hm | Em | Hm | |
| The | cops all stood a | round → Old | Kilowatt ran | 50 yards |
| Am | D | |
| Then | threw himself down on the | ground |
| Em | D | |
| They might as | well just have | laid |
| G | |
| The old man | down |
| Em | D | |
| And we're gonna | raze, raze the | prisons |
| G | |
| To the | ground |
| Em | D | |
| Help us | raze, raze the | prisons |
| G | |
| To the | ground |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| She packed my bags last night - pre-f | light |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| Zero hour, nine A. | M. |
| C | G | Am | D | |
| And I'm gonna be | high as a | kite by | then |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| I miss the earth so much, I | miss my wife |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| It's lonely out in s | pace |
| C | G | Am | D | |
| On such a | timeless | flight as | this |
| Chorus: |
| G | |
| And I think it's gonna be a long long |
| C | |
| time |
| G | |
| Til touchdown brings me 'round to | find |
| I'm not the man they think I am at |
| C | |
| home |
| G | A9 | |
| Oh no, no, | no, I'm a | rocket man |
| C | G | |
| Rocket man, burnin' out his up | here |
| alone |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| Mars ain't the kinda place to | raise your kids |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| In fact it's cold as | hell |
| C | G | Am | |
| And there's no one t | here to | raise them if you |
| D | |
| did |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| And all this science, I don't unde | rstand |
| Em7 | A9 | |
| It's just my job five days a | -week |
| C | G | Am | D | |
| Rocket ma | n - | - - rocket | man |
| Chorus |
| G | |
| And I think it's gonna be a long long |
| C | |
| time |
| G | |
| Til touchdown brings me 'round to | find |
| I'm not the man they think I am at |
| C | |
| home |
| G | A9 | |
| Oh no, no, | no, I'm a | rocket man |
| C | G | |
| Rocket man, burnin' out his up | here |
| alone |
| C | G | |
| And I think it's gonna be a | long long |
| time |
| C | G | |
| And I think it's gonna be a | long long |
| time |
| Gb | Cb/Db | Gb | Ebm7 |
| I'm leaving my | family → | leaving all my | friends |
| Gb | Ab7 | Abm9/Gb | Db7 |
| my body's at | home → but my | hearts in the | wind |
| Gb | Cb/Db | |
| where the | clouds are like | headlines |
| Gb | Ebm7 | Gb | Ab7 | |
| on a | new frontpage | sky → my | tears are salt | water |
| Abm9/Gb | Db7 | Gb | |
| that | comes to | my ey | es |
| And I know Martin Eden's → gonna be proud of me |
| many before me → has been drawn by the sea |
| To be up in the crow's nest → singing my say |
| Shiver me Timbers → as I'm sailing away |
| Ebm7 | |
| Chorus → /Now the | fog's lifting |
| D7/Bb | Gb/Cb | Ab9 | |
| and the | sand's shifting → I'm | drifting on | out |
| Old captain Ahab |
| Db7 | |
| he ain't got [Db7sus4]nothing on | me |
| repeat chords as above |
| So swallow me , follow me → I'm travelling alone |
| Blue waters my daughter → I'm gonna skip like a stone |
| so please call my misses → tell her not to cry |
| 'cause my goodbye is written → by the moon in the sky |
| Nobody knows me → I can't fathom my stayin' |
| shiver me timbers → as I'm sailing away |
| Now the fogs liftin'...... |
| I'm leaving my family → leaving all my friends |
| my body's at home → but my hearts with the wind |
| where the clouds are like headlines |
| on a new frontpage sky → shiver me timbers |
| as I'm sailing goodbye........ |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| A | E |
| I heard that you're | settled down |
| F#m | D | |
| That you | found a girl and you're | married now |
| A | E |
| I heard that your | dreams came true |
| F#m | D | |
| Guess she | gave you things I didn't | give to you |
| A | E |
| Old friend, why are you | so shy? |
| F#m | D | |
| Ain't like | you to hold back or | hide from the light |
| [Pre-Chorus] |
| E | F#m | |
| I | hate to turn up out of the | blue uninvited |
| D | |
| But I | couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it |
| E | F#m | |
| I'd | hoped you'd see my face and | that you'd be reminded |
| D | |
| That for | me it isn't over |
| [Chorus] |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Never mind, I'll | find someone like | you |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| I wish | nothing but the | best for | you | too |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Don't for | get me, I | beg, I'll re | member you | say |
| A | E | |
| Sometimes it | lasts in love but | sometimes it hurts |
| F#m | D | |
| in | stead |
| A | E | |
| Sometimes it | lasts in love but | sometimes it hurts |
| F#m | D | |
| in | stead |
| [Verse 2] |
| A | E | |
| You | know how the | time flies |
| F#m D |
| Only yesterday was the time of our lives |
| A | E | |
| We were | born and raised in a | summer haze |
| F#m | D | |
| Bound | by the surprise of our | glory days |
| [Pre-Chorus] |
| E | F#m | |
| I | hate to turn up out of the | blue uninvited |
| D | |
| But I | couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it |
| E | F#m | |
| I'd | hoped you'd see my face | and that you'd be reminded |
| D | |
| That for | me it isn't over |
| [Chorus] |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Never mind, I'll | find someone like | you |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| I wish | nothing but the | best for | you | too |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Don't for | get me, I | beg, I'll re | member you | say |
| A | E | |
| Sometimes it | lasts in love but | sometimes it hurts |
| F#m | D | |
| in | stead, | yeah |
| [Bridge] |
| E |
| Nothing compares, no worries or cares |
| F#m | |
| Re | grets and mistakes, they are memories made |
| D | Bm | A | D |
| Who would have known how bitter | sweet | this would | taste? |
| [Chorus] |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Never mind, I'll | find someone like | you |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| I wish | nothing but the | best for | you |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| Don't for | get me, I | beg, I'll re | member you | say |
| A | E | |
| Sometimes it | lasts in love but | sometimes it hurts |
| F#m | D | |
| in | stead |
| [Chorus] |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Never mind, I'll | find someone like | you |
| A | E | F#m | D | |
| I wish | nothing but the | best for | you | too |
| A E F#m D |
| Don't forget me, I beg, I'll remember you say |
| A | E | |
| Sometimes it | lasts in love but | sometimes it hurts |
| F#m | D | |
| in | stead |
| A | E | |
| Sometimes it | lasts in love but | sometimes it hurts |
| F#m | D | |
| in | stead |
| [Outro] |
| G |
| [Verse 1] |
| CAPO: 6 |
| Am | G |
| Hello darkness, my old fr | iend, |
| Am | |
| I've come to talk with you | again, |
| F | C | |
| Because a vision s | oftly | creeping, |
| Am | F | C | |
| Left its | seeds while I w | as sle | eping, |
| F | C | |
| And the v | ision that was planted in my bra | in |
| Am | |
| Still r | emains |
| G | Am | |
| Within the so | und of s | ilence. |
| [Verse 2] |
| Am | G | |
| I | n restless dreams I walked a | lone |
| Am | |
| Narrow streets of cobble | stone, |
| Am | F | C | |
| ' | Neath the halo of a | street l | amp, |
| Am | F | C | |
| I turned my co | llar to the c | old and d | amp |
| F | C | |
| When my | eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon l | ight |
| Am | |
| That split the | night |
| G | Am | |
| And touched the | sound of | silence. |
| [Verse 3] |
| Am | G |
| And in the naked light I sa | w |
| Am | |
| Ten thousand people, maybe | more. |
| Am | F | C |
| People talking wit | hout spe | aking, |
| Am | F | C |
| People hearing without | listeni | ng, |
| F | C | |
| People writing so | ngs that voices never sh | are |
| Am | |
| And no one | dare |
| G | Am | |
| Disturb the s | ound of s | ilence. |
| [Verse 4] |
| Am | G |
| Fools said I, you do not kn | ow |
| Am | |
| Silence like a cancer | grows. |
| Am | F | C |
| Hear my words that I mi | ght teach y | ou, |
| Am | F | C |
| Take my arms that I mi | ght reach yo | u. |
| F | C | |
| But my wo | rds like silent raindrops f | ell, |
| Am | G | Am | |
| And ec | hoed → In the | wells of | silence |
| [Verse 5] |
| Am | G |
| And the people bowed and p | rayed |
| Am | |
| To the neon God they | made. |
| Am | F | C |
| And the sign flashed out i | ts warn | ing, |
| Am | F | C |
| In the words that it wa | s form | ing. |
| Am | F | |
| And the s | ign said, the wo | rds of the prophets |
| F | C | |
| Are writ | ten on the subway wal | ls |
| Am | |
| And tenement ha | lls. |
| G | Am | |
| And whispered in the s | ounds of s | ilence. |
| C | Am |
| I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom | told |
| G | |
| I have | squandered my resistance |
| Dm | G | C | |
| For a | pocket full of | mumbles, such are | promises |
| Am | G | F | |
| All lies and | jest, still a | man hears what he | wants to |
| C | G | F | F | C | |
| hear → And disregards the | rest |
| C | |
| When I | left my home and my family, I was no more than a |
| Am | G | |
| boy → In the | company of strangers |
| Dm | G | C | |
| In the | quiet of a | railway station, | running scared |
| Am | G | F | |
| Laying | low, seeking | out the poorer | quarters |
| C | |
| Where the ragged people | go |
| G | F | F | C | |
| Looking | for the places | only | they would | know |
| Chorus |
| Am | G | Am | |
| Lie la | lie, Lie la | lie la lie la lie, Lie la | lie, |
| G | F | C |
| Lie la lie la la la la, lie | la la la la | lie. |
| C | Am | |
| Asking | only workman's wages I come looking for a | job |
| G | |
| But I get no | offers |
| Dm | G | C | |
| Just a | come-on from the | whores on Seventh | Avenue |
| Am | G | F | |
| I do de | clare, there were | times when I was | so lonesome |
| C | G | F | F | C | |
| I took some comfort | there → | Lie lie lie lie la |
| C | |
| Then I'm | laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was |
| Am | |
| gone |
| G | Dm | G | |
| Going | home where the | New York City winters | aren't |
| C | Am | G | F | C | |
| bleeding me | → Leading | me, | going | home. |
| C | |
| In the | clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his |
| Am | |
| trade |
| G | G7 | |
| And he | carries a reminder of ev'ry | glove that laid him |
| down |
| C | Am | |
| Or | cut him till he cried out in his anger and his | shame |
| G | F | |
| I am | leaving, I am | leaving |
| C | |
| But the fighter still re | mains |
| Chorus |
| F | F | Dm |
| → [Verse 1] |
| Dm | A | Dm | |
| W | e passed upon the | stair, we spoke in was and | when |
| A | F | |
| Although I wasn't t | here, he said I was his frien | d |
| C | A | |
| Which came as a sur | prise, I spoke into his e | yes |
| Dm | C | |
| I thought you died al | one, a long long time a | go |
| [Chorus] |
| C | F | C | F |
| Oh no, not | me → We n | ever lost contro | l |
| C | F |
| You're face to f | ace |
| C |
| With The Man Who Sold The World |
| [Bridge] |
| A | Dm | F | F | Dm |
| [Verse] |
| Dm | A | Dm | |
| I | laughed and shook his h | and, and made my way back h | ome |
| A | F | |
| I searched a foreign la | nd, for years and years I roam | ed |
| C | A | |
| I gazed a gazeless sta | re, we walked a million hi | lls |
| Dm | C | |
| I must have died al | one, a long long time a | go |
| [Chorus] |
| C | F | C | F |
| Who knows? Not | me → I | never lost contro | l |
| C | F |
| You're face to | face |
| C |
| With The Man Who Sold The World |
| [Bridge] |
| A | Dm |
| [Chorus] |
| C | F | C | F |
| Who knows? Not | me → We | never lost contro | l |
| C | F |
| You're face to | face |
| C |
| With The Man Who Sold The World |
| A | Dm |
| F | F | Dm | Dm | A | A | Dm | Dm | F | F | Dm | Dm | A | A | Dm | Dm | F |
| F | Dm | Dm | A | A | Dm | Dm | F | |
| C | G7 | F | G | |
| Some say | love, it is a | river, that | drowns the | tender |
| C | |
| reed |
| C | G7 | F | G | |
| Some say | love, it is a ra | zor, that | leads your | soul to |
| C | |
| bleed |
| Cmaj7 | F | G7 | |
| Some say | love it is a | hunger, and endless aching | need |
| C | G | F | C | |
| I say | love it is a | flower and | you its only | seed |
| C | G7 | F | G | |
| It's the | heart afraid of | breaking that | never | learns to |
| C | |
| dance |
| C | G7 | F | G | |
| It's the | dream afraid of | waking that | never | takes a |
| C | |
| chance |
| Em | Am7 | F | |
| It's the | one, who won't be | taken who | cannot seem to |
| G | |
| give |
| C | G | F | G | |
| And the | soul afraid of | dying that | never | learns to |
| C | |
| live |
| C | G7 | F | |
| When the | night has been too | lonely and the | road has |
| G | C | |
| been too | long |
| C | G7 | F | G | |
| And you | find that love is | only for the | lucky | and the |
| C | |
| strong |
| Em | Am7 | F | G | |
| Just re | member in the | winter for 'n | eath the bitter | snow |
| C | G | F | |
| Lies the | seed that with the | sun's love, in the | spring |
| G | C | |
| be | comes the | rose |
| F | Am | Bb | Am | |
| I see t | ree | s of | green, red | roses too |
| Gm7 | F | A7 | Dm |
| I see them | bloom fo | r me | and you |
| Db | Gm7(C) | C7 | F | F+5 | Bmaj7 | |
| And I th | ink to my | self wha | t a wonder | ful w | orld |
| C7 | F | Am | Bb | Am |
| I see | skie | s of blue | and clou | ds of white |
| Gm7 | F | A7 | Dm | |
| The br | ight blesse | d da | y, the dark | sacred night |
| Db | Gm7(C) | C7 | F | Bb | F | |
| And I th | ink to my | self wh | at a wonde | rful | world |
| C7 | F | |
| The co | lours of the rainbow | , so pretty in the sky |
| C7 | F | |
| Are al | so on the face | s of people goin' by |
| Dm | C(E) | Dm(F) | C(G) | |
| I see f | riends s | hakin' hand | s, sayin' "Ho | w do you do!" |
| Dm(F) | F#dim | Gm7 | F#dim | C7 |
| They're re | ally s | ayin | ' I lo | ve you |
| F | Am | Bb | Am | |
| I hea | r bab | ies c | ry, I watch | them grow |
| Gm7 | F | A7 | Dm |
| They'll learn so | much more th | an | I'll ever know |
| Db | Gm7(C) | F | Am7-5 | |
| And I th | ink to my | self what a wond | erful | world |
| D7 | Gm7 | C7-9 | F | Bb6 | F |
| Yes I | think to myself w | hat a wonder | ful wo | rld. |
| key of C |
| intro C G/B Am7 Am/G F G C G6 |
| C | G/B | Am | |
| verse1 When a | man loves a | woman, | can't keep his |
| C7/G | |
| mind on | nothing else |
| F | G | |
| He'll trade the w | orld for the good thing he's |
| C | G | |
| f | ound |
| C | G/B | Am | |
| If she's | bad he can't | see it | she can do |
| C7/G | |
| no | wrong |
| F | G | |
| Turn his back on his b | est friend if he put her |
| C | G | |
| d | own |
| verse2 When a man loves a woman, spend his very last |
| dime |
| Tryin' to hold on to what he needs |
| He'd give up all his comfort, sleep out in the |
| rain |
| If she said that's the way it ought to be |
| Chorus → Chorus |
| F | G | C | |
| Well, this | man loves a w | oman |
| F | G | C | |
| I gave you | everything I | had |
| F | G | C | E7/B | Am | |
| Tryin' to h | old on to | your | precious | love |
| D7 | F/G | G+5 | |
| Baby, please don't treat me | bad |
| verse3 When a man loves a woman, down deep in his soul |
| She can bring him such misery |
| If she plays him for a fool, he's the last one |
| to know |
| Lovin' eyes don't ever see |
| chorus |
| C | G/B | Am | |
| outro When a | man loves a | woman, | I know exactly |
| C7/G | |
| how he | feels |
| F | G | C | G | |
| Coz | baby baby b | aby you're my w | orld |
| (repeat outro until tired) |