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) |