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1. Four Strong Winds
Ian Tyson
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, | |
All these things that won't change, come what may. | |
Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, | |
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. | |
Think I'll go down to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall, | |
Got some friends that I could go to workin' for. | |
Still I wish you'd change your mind, if I asked you one more time, | |
But we've been through that a hundred times or more. | |
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, | |
All these things that won't change, come what may. | |
Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, | |
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. | |
If I get there 'fore the snow flies, and if things are goin' good, | |
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare. | |
But by then it would be winter, not much for you to do, | |
And those winds sure blow cold, way out there. | |
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, | |
All these things that won't change, come what may. | |
Well our good times all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, | |
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. | |
2. The Weight
The Band
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead. | |
I just need some place where I can lay my head. | |
"Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" | |
He just grinned and shook my hand, "No" was all he said. | |
| G | Bm | C | G | Bm | C |
| Take a | load off | Fanny, | take a | load for | free |
| G | Bm | C | C | C |
| Take a | load off | Fanny, | and... | and... and... |
| C | G | G/F# | Em | G/D | C |
| You put the load right on | me | | | | |
I picked up my bags, I went lookin' for a place to hide. | |
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side. | |
I said "Hey Carmen, come on let's go downtown." | |
She said "No, I've got to go, but my friend can stick around." | |
Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, | |
And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me | |
Go down Miss Moses, there's nothin' that you can say. | |
It's just old Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the judgement day. | |
"Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?" | |
He said "Do me a favor son, won't you stay and keep Anna Lee company." | |
Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, | |
And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me | |
Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog. | |
He said "I'll fix your rack if you'll take Jack my dog." | |
I said "Wait a minute Chester, you know I'm a peacful man." | |
He said "That's okay boy, won't you feed him when you can." | |
Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, | |
And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me | |
Get your cannonball now to take me down the line. | |
My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it's time. | |
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one, | |
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone. | |
Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free, Take a load off Fanny, | |
And... and... and... You put the load, put the load right on me | |
3. Jesse
Janis Ian / Joan Baez
| C9 | Em7/B | Edim/Bb | A7sus4 | A7 |
| Jesse come home, there's a | hole in the bed where we | slept; now it's growing | cold. | |
| Dm | Dm/C | G7 | C | E |
| Jesse your face in the | place where we lay by the | hearth all apart it | hangs on my | heart |
| A7 | Dm |
And I'm | leaving the light on the | stairs. |
| G7 | C | A7 | | Dm | G7 | C |
No I'm not | scared; I wait for | you, | | hey | Jesse I'm | lonely come | home! |
Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling Your step; and I remember too. | |
All the pictures are fading and shaded in grey And I still set a place on the table at noon | |
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs. | |
No I'm not scared; I wait for you, hey Jessie I'm lonely come home! | |
Jesse the spread on the bed, It's like when you left, I kept it for you. | |
All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you. | |
We'll swallow the light on the stairs. | |
I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares, hey Jesse, I'm lonely, come home! | |
4. In My Life
Lennon, McCartney / the Beatles: Rubber Soul (1965)
| E | E6 | E7 | A6 | Am | E |
There are | places I'll re | member | - all my | li- - | ife though | some have changed, |
| E | E6 | E7 | A6 | Am | E |
Some for | ever not for b | etter; | some have | go- - | one and | some remain. |
| E6 | A6 | D | E |
All these | places had their | moments, with | lovers and friends I | still can recall, |
| E6 | A6 | Am | E | B |
Some are | dead and some are | living, in | my life I've l | oved them all. | |
| E | E6 | E7 | A6 | Am | E |
But of | all these friends and | lovers, | there is | no | one com | pares with you, |
| E | E6 | E7 | A6 | Am | E |
And these | memories lose their | meaning, | when I | think of | love as | something new. |
| E6 | A6 | D | E |
Though I | know I'll never lose af | fection for | people and things that | went before, |
| E6 | A6 | Am | E | B |
I | know I'll often stop and think a | bout them, in | my life I'll | love you more. | |
| E6 | A6 | D | E |
Though I | know I'll never lose af | fection for | people and things that | went before, |
| E6 | A6 | Am | E | B |
I | know I'll often stop and think a | bout them, in | my life I'll | love you more. | |
| Am | E | B | B7 | E |
In | my life I'll love you | more. | | | |
5. All My Loving
The Beatles
| Em | A7 | D | Bm |
Close your | eyes and I'll | kiss you - To | morrow I'll | miss you, |
| G | Em | C | A |
Re | member I'll a | lways be | true. | |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm |
And then | while I'm | away - I'll write | home every | day, |
| G | A7 | D |
And I'll | send all my | loving to | you. |
| Bm | F#7 | D | Bm | F#7 | D |
All my | loving - | I will send to | you; All my | loving, | Darling, I'll be | true. |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm |
I'll pre | tend that I'm | kissing - The | lips I am | missing |
| G | Em | C | A |
And | hope that my | dreams will come | true. | |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm |
And then | while I'm a | way I'll write | home every | day, |
| G | A7 | D |
and I'll | send all my | loving to | you. |
| Bm | F#7 | D | Bm | F#7 | D |
All my | loving - | I will send to | you; All my | loving, | Darling, I'll be | true. |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm |
Close your | eyes and I'll | kiss you - To | morrow I'll | miss you, |
| G | Em | C | A |
Re | member I'll a | lways be | true. | |
| Em | A7 | D | Bm |
And then | while I'm | away - I'll write | home every | day, |
| G | A7 | D |
And I'll | send all my | loving to | you. |
| Bm | F#7 | D | Bm | F#7 | D |
All my | loving - | I will send to | you; All my | loving, | Darling, I'll be | true. |
6. And Your Bird Can Sing
Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: Revolver (1966)
| E |
| You tell me that you've got every thing you want - And your bird can sing, |
| F#m | A | E |
But you don't get | me - | You don't get | me! |
| E |
| You say you've seen seven wonders - And your bird is green! |
| F#m | A | E |
But you can't see | me - | You can't see | me! |
| G#m | G | B | C# |
| When your prize po | sessions | start to weigh you | down, |
| E | F#m | B |
| Look in my di | rection - I'll be 'round - I'll be ' | round! |
| G#m | G | B | C# |
| When your bird is | broken | Will it bring you | down? |
| E | F#m | B |
| You may be a | woken - I'll be 'round - I'll be | round! |
| E |
| Tell me that you've heard every sound there is - And your bird can swing! |
| F#m | A | E |
But you can't hear | me - | You can't hear | me! |
| E | F#m | A | E | E | E | A |
| (Guitar solo) | | | | | | |
7. Memphis Tennessee
Chuck Berry / Chuck Berry: Back in the U.S.A (1959)
| G | D |
| Long- | distance information, get me Memphis, Tennessee. |
Help me find the party who tried to get in touch with me. | |
| G |
She | could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call. |
| D7 | C | G |
'Cause my uncle took a | message and he | wrote it on the | wall. |
Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie. | |
She's the only one who called me here from Memphis, Tennessee. | |
Her home is on the south side, high upon the ridge; | |
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi bridge. | |
Help me, information, more than that I cannot add, | |
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had. | |
But we were pulled apart because her mom would not agree, | |
Tore apart our happy home in Memphis, Tennessee. | |
Last time I saw Marie she was wavin' me goodbye; | |
With hurry-home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes. | |
Marie is only six years old; information please: | |
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennessee! | |
8. Speedy Gonzales
Kaye, Hill, Lee / Pat Boone (1962)
| D | Bm | | G | | A7 |
La la | la, la la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la |
| D | Bm |
You'd better come home, Speedy Gon | zales - Away from Cannery | Row |
| G | A7 |
Stop all your | drinkin' - With that floozie named | Flo |
| D | Bm |
Come on home to your a | dobe - And slap some mud on the | wall |
| G | A7 | | D |
The roof is leakin' like a | strainer | - | There's lots of roaches in the | hall |
| G | D |
Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - Why don't you come | home? |
| G | A |
Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - How come you leave me all a | lone? |
| D | Bm | | G | | A7 |
La la | la, la la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la |
| D | Bm |
Your dog is gonna have a | puppy - And we're runnin' out of | Coke |
| G | A7 |
No enchiladas in the | icebox - And the television's | broke |
| D | Bm |
I saw some lipstick on your | sweatshirt - I smell some perfume in your | ear |
| G | A7 | | D |
Well, if you're gonna keep a- | messin' | - | Don't bring your business back-a | here |
| G | D |
Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - Why don't you come | home? |
| G | A |
Speedy Gon | zales (Speedy Gonzales) - How come you leave me all a | lone? |
| D | Bm | | G | | A7 |
La la | la, la la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la | La la la la la la | la |
9. Jackson
Johnny Cash & June Carter
| C |
| We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout |
| C7 |
We've been talking 'bout Jackson | ever since the fire went out |
| C | F | C |
| I'm going to | Jackson, gonna mess a | round! |
| F | G7 | C |
Yeah, I'm going to | Jackson, | look out Jackson | town! |
| C |
| Go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health. |
| C7 |
Go play your hand, you big talking man, and make a | big fool of yourself! |
| C | F | C |
| Yeah, go to | Jackson, go comb your | hair! |
| F | G7 | C |
Yeah, I'm gonna | snow ball Jackson, | see if I | care. |
| C |
| When I breeze into that city, people gonna stop and bow. |
| C7 |
All them women gonna make me | teach 'em what they don't know how. |
| C | F | C |
| Aaw, I'm going to | Jackson, turn aloose of my | coat, |
| F | G7 | C |
Yeah, I'm going to | Jackson, good | bye, that's all she | wrote. |
| C |
| I'm gonna laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a pony keg. |
| C7 |
They'll lead ya' round town like a scalded hound, with your | tail tucked between your legs! |
| C | F | C |
| Yeah, go to | Jackson, you big talking | man, |
| F | G7 | C |
and I'll be waiting in | Jackson, be | hind my japan(Japan) | fan. |
| C |
| We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout. |
| C7 |
We've been talking 'bout Jackson | ever since the fire went out. |
| C | F | C |
| I'm going to | Jackson, and that's a | fact |
| F | G7 | C |
yeah, I'm going to | Jackson, | ain't never comin' | back! |
10. Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
Bob Dylan / The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)
| C | G7 | Am | F | C | G7 |
It | ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe, | if you don't know by | now. | |
| C | G7 | Am | D7 | G |
And it | ain't no use to | sit and wonder | why, babe, | It'll never do, some | how. |
| C | C7 |
When your | rooster crows at the | break of dawn, |
| F | D7 |
| Look out your window and | I'll be gone. |
| C | G | Am | F | C | G | C |
| You're the | reason I'm | travelling | on, But, | don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| C | G7 | Am | F | C | G7 |
And it | ain't no use in | turnin' on your | light, babe, | The light I never | knowed. | |
| C | G7 | Am | D7 | G |
And it | ain't no use in | turnin' on your | light, babe, | I'm on the dark side of the | road. |
| C | C7 |
But I | wish there were something you would | do or say; |
| F | D7 |
| To try and make me change my | mind and stay. |
| C | G | Am | F | C | G | C |
| We never | did too much | talkin' any | way. | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| C | G7 | Am | F | C | G7 |
No it | ain't no use in | callin' out my | name, gal, | Like you never done be | fore. | |
| C | G7 | Am | D7 | G |
And it | ain't no use in | callin' out my | name, gal, | I can't hear you any | more. |
| C | C7 |
I'm a- | thinkin' and a-wonderin' | Walking down the road, |
| F | D7 |
I | once loved a woman, a | child I am told. |
| C | G | Am | F | C | G | C |
I | give her my | heart but she | wanted my | soul, | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
| G7 | Am | F | C | G7 |
So lo-o- | ong, honey | babe, | Where I'm bound, I can't | tell. | |
| C | G7 | Am | D7 | G |
| Goodbye is | too good a | word, babe, | So I'll just say, "fare thee | well". |
| C | C7 |
I ain't | sayin' you treated | me unkind, |
| F | D7 |
You | could have done better, but, | I don't mind. |
| C | G | Am | F | C | G | C |
| You just kinda | wasted my | precious | time, | Don't think | twice, it's all | right. |
11. I Shall Be Released
Bob Dylan/Bob Dylan: Greatest Hits Vol. II (1970)
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
| They say ev’rything can be re | placed, | Yet ev’ry | distance | is not | near; |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
| So I remember ev’ry | face, | Of ev’ry | man who | put me | here. |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
I | see my light come | shining, | from the | west un | to the | east |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
| Any day now, | any day now, | I | shall | be re | lased |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
| They say ev’ry man needs pro | tection, | They say | ev’ry | man must | fall. |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
| Yet I swear I see my re | flection, | Some | place so high | above this | wall. |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
I | see my light come | shining, | from the | west un | to the | east |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
| Any day now, | any day now, | I | shall | be re | lased |
| E | F#m | F#m | B | E |
| Standing next to me in this | lonely crowd, Is a man | who swears | he’s not to | blame. |
| E | F#m | F#m | B | E |
| All day long I hear him shout | so loud, Crying | out that | he was | framed. |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
I | see my light come | shining, | from the | west un | to the | east |
| E | F#m | G#m | F#m | B | E |
| Any day now, | any day now, | I | shall | be re | lased |
12. Belle Isle
trad. / Bob Dylan: Self Portrait (1970)
| C | F | C | G | C |
One | evening for pleasure I | rambled to view the | fair fields | all a | lone. |
| F | G | G |
Down by the banks of | Loch Eiron where | beauty and pleasure were | known. |
| a | e | a | G |
I | spied a fair maid at her | labour which | caused me to stay for a | while. |
| C | a | e | F | f | C |
| And I thought of a | goddess of | beauty | bloomin bright | star of bright | isle. |
| C | a | e | F | G | C |
I | humbled | myself to her | beauty "Fair | maiden, where | do you be- | long? |
| C | a | e | d | F | G |
Are | you from | heaven de | scended a | biding in | cupids fair | throne?" |
| a | e | a | e |
"Young | man, I will tell you a | secret It's | true I'm a maid that is | poor. |
| C | a | F | f |
And to | part from my vows and my | promise Is | more than my heart can | endure. |
| C | e | a | e | G |
There | fore I re | main at my ser | vice And | go through all my hardship and | toil |
| C | e | a | F | G | C |
And | wait for the | lad that has | left me All | alone on the | banks of belle | isle". |
| C | a | e | F | G | C |
"Young | maiden I | wish not to | banter It's | true I come | here in dis | guise. |
| C | e | a | d | G |
I came | here to ful | fill our last | promise And | hope to give you a sur | prise. |
| a | G | a | e | G |
I've | known you're a maid I love | dearly And you've | been in my | heart all the | while. |
| C | e | a | F | G | C |
For | me there is | no other | damsel Than my | bloomin bright | star of belle | isle". |
13. One too many Mornings
Bob Dylan / Bob Dylan: The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964)
| C | Am | F | C |
Down the | street the dogs are | barkin' - And the | day is a-gettin' | dark. |
| C | Am | F | G7 |
As the | night comes in a- | fallin', The | dogs'll lose their | bark. |
| C | G7 | F | C |
An' the | silent night will | shatter - From the | sounds inside my | mind, |
| C | Am | F | G7 | C | F | G7 | C |
For I'm | one too many | mornings - And a | thousand | miles be | hind. | | | |
| C | Am | F | C |
From the | crossroads of my | doorstep - My | eyes they start to | fade, |
| C | Am | F | G7 |
As I | turn my head back | to the room - Where my | love and I have | laid. |
| C | G7 | F | C |
An' I | gaze back to the | street, The | sidewalk and the | sign; |
| C | Am | F | G7 | C |
And I'm | one too many | mornings - An' a | thousand | miles be | hind. |
| C | Am | F | C |
It's a | restless hungry | feeling - That don't | mean no one no | good, |
| C | Am | F | G7 |
When | ev'rything I'm a- | sayin' - You can | say it just as | good. |
| C | G7 | F | C |
You're | right from your | side, I'm | right from | mine. |
| C | Am | F | C | F | G7 | C |
We're both | just too many | mornings - An' a | thousand miles | behind. | | | |
14. Hotel California
Felder, Henley & Frey / the Eagles
| 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: |
| 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." |
Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz. | |
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends. | |
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat | |
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget! | |
So I called up the captain, "Please bring me my wine." He said: | |
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine." | |
And still those voices are calling from far away, | |
Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say: | |
"Welcome to the Hotel California! | |
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face. | |
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California; | |
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis-" | |
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said: | |
"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device." | |
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast. | |
They stab it with their steely knives - but they just can't kill the beast! | |
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. | |
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before. | |
"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive. | |
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!" | |
"Welcome to the Hotel California! | |
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face. | |
They're livin' it up at the Hotel California; | |
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis-" | |
15. It never rains in Southern California
Albert Hammond
| Gm | C | F |
Got on | board a west-bound | seven-forty- | seven, |
| Gm | C | F |
didn't | think before de | ciding what to | do. |
| Gm | C |
All, that | talk of oppor | tunities, |
| F | Dm | Gm | C | F |
| TV-breaks and | movies rang | true, | sure rang | true. |
| Gm | C | F |
Seems it | never rains in | Southern Cali | fornia. |
| Gm | C | F |
Seems I've | often heard that | kind of talk be | fore. |
| Gm | C | F | Dm |
It never | rains in Cali | fornia, but | girl don't they | warn you, |
| Gm | C | F |
it | pou- | ours, man, it | pours. |
| Gm | C | F | Dm |
Out of | work I'm out of my | head, out of | self-respect, I'm out of | bread, |
| Gm | C | F |
I'm under | talked, I'm under | fed, I wanna go | home. |
| Gm | C | F | Dm |
It never | rains in Cali | fornia, but | girl don't they | warn you, |
| Gm | C | F |
it | pou- | ours, man, it | pours. |
Will you tell the folks at home, I nearly made it. | |
Got offers but don't know which one to take. | |
Please don't tell'em, how you found me, | |
don't tell me how they found me, | |
gimmie a break, gimmie a break. | |
Seems it never rains in Southern California. | |
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before. | |
It never rains in California, but girl don't they warn you, | |
Out of work I'm out of my head, out of self-respect, I'm out of bread, | |
I'm undertalked, I'm underfed, I wanna go home. | |
It never rains in Califonia, but girl don't they warn you, | |
16. Sunny
Bobby Hebb / Bobby Hebb (1966)
| Am | C7 | F | E7 |
| Sunny, | yesterday my | life was filled with | rain. |
| Am | C7 | F | E7 |
| Sunny, | you smiled at me and | really eased the | pain. |
| Am | C7 |
Now the | dark days are done and the | bright days are near, |
| F | Fm |
My | sunny one shines | so sincere, |
| Esus7 | E7 | Am | C7 | F | E7 |
| Sunny, one so | true, - I love | you. | | | |
Sunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet. | |
Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way. | |
You gave to me your all and all, | |
And now I feel ten feet tall, | |
| Em | C7 |
Sunny, one so true, - I love | you. | |
| A#m | C#7 | F# | F7 |
| Sunny, | thank you for the | truth you let me | see. |
| A#m | C#7 | F# | F7 |
| Sunny, | thank you for the | facts from A to | Z. |
| A#m | C#7 |
My | life was torn like-a | windblown sand, then |
| F# | F#m |
A | rock was formed when | we held hands, |
| Fsus7 | F7 | A#m | C#7 |
| Sunny, one so | true, - I love | you. | |
| Bm | D7 | G | F#7 |
| Sunny, | thank you for that | smile upon your | face. |
| Bm | D7 | G | F#7 |
| Sunny, | thank you for that | gleam that flows from | grace. |
| Bm | D7 |
| You're my spark of | nature's fire, |
| G | Gm |
| You're my sweet com | plete desire, |
| F#sus7 | F#7 | Bm | D7 |
| Sunny, one so | true, - I love | you. | |
| Cm | D#7 | G# | G7 |
| Sunny, | yesterday all my | life was filled with | rain. |
| Cm | D#7 | G# | G7 |
| Sunny, | you smiled at me and | really, really eased the | pain. |
| Cm | D#7 |
Now the | dark days are done and the | bright days are near, |
| G# | G#m |
My | sunny one shines | so sincere, |
| Gsus7 | Gt | Cm | D#7 |
| Sunny, one so t | rue, - I love | you. | |
17. Better Things
Ray Davies / The Kinks: To the Bone (1996)
| D | F#m |
Here's | wishing you the | bluest sky |
| G | A | D |
| hoping something | better comes to | morrow, |
| F#m |
Hoping all the | verses rhyme, |
| G | A |
And the | very best of | choruses too. |
| Bm | F#m |
| Follow all the | doubt and sadness |
| D | E | A | G |
| I know that better | things are on their | way. | |
Here's hoping that the days ahead | |
Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you. | |
And somehow happiness will find you. | |
Forget what happened yesterday, | |
I know that better things are on their way. | |
| G | D | G | A |
| It's really good to see you | rocking out and | having | fun, |
| D | G | A |
| Living like you've | just be | gun. |
| D | G | A |
| Accepting life for | what it | brings, |
| D | G | A | D | F#m |
| I hope tomorrow | you find | better | things. | |
| G | A | D | F#m | G | A |
| I hope tomorrow | you find better | things. | | | |
Here's wishing you the bluest sky | |
And hoping something better comes tomorrow. | |
Hoping all the verses rhyme, | |
And the very best of choruses too. | |
Follow all the drudge and sadness | |
I know that better things are on the way. | |
I know you've got a lot of good things happ'ning up ahead. | |
The past is gone, it's all been said. | |
So here's to what the future brings, | |
I hope tomorrow you find better things. | |
I hope tomorrow you find better things. | |
18. Easy
Lionel Ritchie / Commodores: Commodores (1977)
| G | Bm7 | Am7 | Am7/D |
| I know it sounds | funny but I just can't | stand the pain. | |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 | Am7/D |
| Girl I'm | leaving you tom | orrow. | |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 | Am7/D |
| It seems to | me girl, you know I done | all I can. | |
| Ab | Bm7 | Am7 | Am7/D |
| You see, you | beg, stole and I | borrowed. | |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 |
That's why I'm e | asy, (aaaah, a | aaah, aaaah, a | aaah) |
| Am7/D | F | C |
I'm | easy like sunday | mo- | orning. |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 |
That's why I'm e | asy, (aaaah, a | aaah, aaaah, a | aaah) |
| Am7/D | F | C | G |
I'm | easy like sunday | mo- | o-- | orning. |
| Fmaj7 | Em7 | Dm7 |
I wanna be | high, | so | high |
| Fmaj7 | Em7 | Dm7 |
I wanna be | preaching all the | things I do all | right. |
| Fmaj7 | Em7 | Dm7 |
I wanna be | free, | just | me |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 |
That's why I'm e | asy, (aaaah, a | aaah, aaaah, a | aaah) |
| Am7/D | F | C |
I'm | easy like sunday | mo- | orning. |
| G | Bm7 | Am7 |
That's why I'm e | asy, (aaaah, a | aaah, aaaah, a | aaah) |
| Am7/D | F | C | G |
I'm | easy like sunday | mo- | o-- | orning. |
19. Stumblin' In
Suzi Quatro
Our love is alive and so we begin | |
Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table,stumblin'in | |
Our love is a flame burnin' within | |
Now and then fire light will catch us, stumblin'in | |
Wherever you go, whatever you do | |
You know these reckless thoughts of mine are followin' you | |
I've fallen for you, whatever you do | |
'Cause baby you've shown me so many things that I never knew | |
Whatever it takes, baby, I'll do it for you | |
Our love is alive and so we begin | |
Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table,stumblin'in | |
Our love is a flame burnin' within | |
Now and then fire light will catch us, stumblin'in | |
You were so young, ah, but I was so free | |
I may have been young but baby, that's not what I wanted to be | |
'Cause baby you've shown me so many things that I'd never seen | |
Whatever you need, baby, you got it from me | |
Our love is alive and so we begin | |
Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table,stumblin'in | |
Our love is a flame burnin' within | |
Now and then fire light will catch us, stumblin'in | |
Stumblin' in, I'm stumblin' in | |
Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table, stumblin'in | |
Ah, stumblin' in, mmm, stumblin' in | |
Now and then fire light will catch us, stumblin'in | |
Oh, stumblin' in, I'm stumblin' in | |
Foolishly layin' our hearts on the table, stumblin'in | |
20. Mrs. Robinson
Paul Simon / Simon & Garfunkel: Bookends (1968)
| E7 | A | D | G | C | Am | E7 |
| De de | de de | de de | de de | de de | de de | de-eh |
| D | G | Em |
| And here's to | you, Mrs. | Robinson, |
| G | Em | C | Am | D |
| Jesus loves you | more than you will | know, | wo wo | wo. |
| D | G | Em |
| God bless you | please Mrs. | Robinson, |
| G | Em | C | Am |
| Heaven holds a | place for those who | pray, | hey hey hey. |
| E7 |
| We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files. |
| A |
| We'd like to help you learn to help yourself. |
| D | G | C | Am |
| Look around you, | all you see are | sympathetic | eyes. |
| E7 | D |
| Stroll around the grounds un | til you feel at home. |
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, | |
Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo. | |
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, | |
Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey hey hey. | |
| E7 |
| Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes, |
| A |
| Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes. |
| D | G | C | Am |
| It's a little | secret, just the | Robinsons' af | fair. |
| E7 | D |
| Most of all you've got to | hide it from the kids. |
Koo koo ka choo, Mrs. Robinson, | |
Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo. | |
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson, | |
Heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey hey hey. | |
| E7 |
| Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon, |
| A |
| Going to the candidates debate. |
| D | G | C | Am |
| Laugh about it, | shout about it, | when you've got to | choose. |
| E7 | D |
| Any way you look at it you | lose. |
| D | G | Em |
| Where have you | gone Joe Di | Maggio, |
| G | Em | C | Am | D |
| A nation turns its | lonely eyes to | you, | woo woo woo | |
| D | G | Em |
| What's that you | say, Mrs. | Robinson, |
| G | Em | C | Am | E7 |
| Joltin' Joe has | left and gone | away, | hey hey hey, hey hey | hey. |
21. Something Stupid
Nancy Sinatra, Frank Sinatra
| G | Em |
| I know I stand in | line |
| G | Em |
Until you | think you have the | time |
| Am | D | Am | D |
To spend an | evening with | me | | |
| Am | D |
And | if we go some | place to dance |
| Am | D |
I | know that there's a | chance |
| G | Em | G | Em |
You won't be | leaving with | me | | |
| G |
And | afterwards we drop into a quiet little place |
| C | Eb |
And have a | drink or two | |
| Am | D |
And | then I go and | spoil it all |
| Am | D | G | Em | G | Em |
By | saying something | stupid like "I | love you" | | | |
| G |
I can | see it in your eyes |
That you still despise the same old lines | |
| C |
You heard the | night before |
| A |
And | though it's just a line to you |
| D |
It never seemed so | right before |
To find some clever lines to say | |
To make the meaning come true | |
But then I think I'll wait | |
Until the evening gets late | |
Your perfume fills my head | |
The stars get red and oh, the night's so blue | |
And then I go and spoil it all | |
By saying something stupid like "I love you" | |
Your perfume fills my head | |
The stars get red and oh, the night's so blue | |
And then I go and spoil it all | |
By saying something stupid like "I love you" | |
22. Tin Soldier
Steve Marriot / the Small Faces: the Autumn Stone (1969)
| E | G | D | A | E |
| I - am a | little tin soldier that | wants to jump | into your | fire |
| E | G | D | A | C#m |
| you are a | look in your eye a | dream passing | by in the | sky |
| D | F | A | F#m |
| But I don't under | stand that all I | need is treat me like a | man |
| A | F#m | D |
'cause I ain't no | child - take me like I | am | |
| E | D | E | D | E |
| I got to | know that I be | long to you - Do any | thing that you | want to do |
| D | E | D | | C | | B |
sing any | song that you | want me - to sing to | you | | | | |
| |: | E | | G | | A | | G | :| | E | G | A | | G | | E | G | | A | | G |
| | / | | // | | / | | // | | I don't | need no | | - | | aggra | vation | | | | | |
| E | G | A | | G |
| I just got to | make you | | - | got to live it |
| E | G | A | G | E |
| I just got to | make you | just my oc | cu | pation |
| D | E | D | E |
I got to | know that I be | long to you - do any | thing that you | want to do |
| D | E | D | | C | | B |
I sing any | song that you | want me to sing to | you | | | | |
| E | G | D | A | E |
All | I need is your | whispered hello - | smiles melting the | snow nothing | heard. |
| E | G | D | A | C#m |
your | eyes are | deeper than time - | say a love that won't | rhyme without | words |
| D | F | A | F#m |
| so now I've lost my | way - I need | help to show me things to | say |
| D | A | F#m |
| give me your | love before mine fades a | way |
| E | D | E | D | E |
| I got to | know that I be | long to you - Do any | thing that you | want to do |
| D | E | D |
I sing any | song that you | want me - to sing to | you |
| E | A | E | D | E | A | E | D | A | B |
Oh | no | | | - Oh | no | | | - | I just want some reaction - | someone to give me satisfaction |
| C | D | E |
| all I want to do is | sit with you! 'Cause I | love you! |
23. Happy Together
Gary Bonner - Alan Gordon / the Turtles
| Dm |
Imagine | me and you, I do |
| C |
I think about you | day and night, it's only right |
| Bb | A7 |
To think about the | girl you love and hold her tight - So happy to | gether |
I should call you up, invest a dime | |
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind | |
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine - So happy together | |
| D | C | D | C |
| I can see me | lovin' nobody but | you for all my | life |
| D | C | D | C |
| When you're with me, | baby the skies will be | blue for all my | life |
Me and you and you and me | |
No matter how they thrust the dice, it has to be | |
The only one for me is you, and you for me - So happy together | |
I can see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life | |
When you're with me, baby the skies will be blue for all my life | |
| D | C | D | C |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba | ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba- | ba ba-ba-ba- | ba |
| D | C | D | C |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba | ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba- | ba ba-ba-ba- | ba |
Me and you and... ...So happy together | |
| Dm | A7 | Dm | A7 | Dm |
| So happy to | gether | - How is the | weather | |
| A7 | Dm | A7 | Dm |
So happy to | gether | - We're happy to | gether | |
| A7 | Dm | A7 | Dm |
So happy to | gether | - Happy toge | ther | |
| A7 | Dm | A7 |
So happy to | gether | - So happy to | gether |
| Dm |
ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba- | ba... |
24. Harvest
Neil Young / Neil Young: Harvest (1972)
| A | D | A | G | D | A |
| Did I | see you | down in a | young girl's | town with your mother in so much | pain? |
| G | A | Bm | E | D |
I was | almost | there at the | top of the | stairs with her | screamin' in the rain. |
| D | A | G | D | A |
| Did she wake you | up to | tell you | that it was only a change of | plan? |
| G | A | Bm | E | D |
| Dream up, dream | up, let me | fill your | cup with the | promise of a man. |
| D | A | G | D | A |
Did I | see you | walking | with the | boys though it was not hand in | hand? |
| G | A | Bm | E | D | A | D |
And was | some black | face in a | lonely | place when | you could under | stand? | |
| A | D | A | G | D | A |
| Did she | wake you | up to | tell you | that it was only a change of | plan? |
| G | A | Bm | E | D | A | D |
| Dream up, dream | up, let me | fill your | cup with the | promise of a | man. | |
| A | D | A | G | D | A |
| Will I | see you | give more than | I can | take? Will I only harvest | some? |
| G | A | Bm | E | D |
As the | days fly | past will we | lose our | grasp or | fuse it in the sun? |
| A | D | A | G | D | A |
| Did she | wake you | up to | tell you | that it was only a change of | plan? |
| G | A | Bm | E | D | A | D |
| Dream up, dream | up, let me | fill your | cup with the | promise of a | man | |
25. Hallelujah
Leonard Cohen / Jeff Buckley
| C | Am |
Well, I | 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 ya? | |
| C | F | G |
Well, it | goes like this: the | fourth, the | fifth, |
| Am | F |
The | minor fall and the | major lift, |
| G | E | Am |
The | baffled king com | posing Halle | lujah |
| F | Am | F | C | G | C |
Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lujah, Halle | lu | | jah |
Well, your faith was strong, but you needed proof, | |
You saw her bathing on the roof | |
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya | |
And she tied you to her kitchen chair, | |
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair, | |
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | |
Well, baby, I've been here before, | |
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor | |
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya | |
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch | |
And love is not a victory march, | |
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | |
Well, there was a time when you let me know | |
What's really going on below, | |
But now you never show that to me, do ya? | |
But remember when I moved in you, | |
And the holy dove was moving too | |
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | |
Well, maybe there is a God above | |
But all I've ever learned from love, | |
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya | |
And it's not a cry that you hear at night | |
It's not somebody who's seen the light, | |
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, | |
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... | |
26. Romeo and Juliet
Mark Knopfler / Dire Straits
| F | C | Dm | C | F |
| A lovestruck Rome | o | sings the streets a sere | nade | |
| F | C | Dm | C | Bb |
| Laying everybody | lo | w with a love | song that he | made |
| C | Bb | C | F |
| Finds a street light steps | out | into the | shade |
| Bb | C |
Says | something like you and me babe, how a | bout it? |
| F | C | Dm | C | F |
| Juliet says hey it's Romeo, | you | nearly gave me a heart at | tack | |
| F | C | Dm | C | Bb |
| He's underneath the window | , | she's singing hey la my boy | friends | back |
| C | Bb | C | F |
| you shouldn't come around | here | singing up to people like | that |
| Bb | C |
| Anyway, what you gonna do | about it? |
| F | C | Dm | C | Bb |
| Juliet | the dice was | loa | ded from the | start |
| F | C | Dm | C | Bb |
| And I b | et, and you | ex- | ploded in my | heart. |
| F | C | Dm | Bb |
| And I | forget, I for | get, the movie | song |
| Gm | F | Bb | C | Dm | C | F |
| When you gonna realize it was just | that the | time | was | wrong | Juli | et? |
Come up on different streets, they both the streets of shame | |
Both dirty both mean, yes and even and dream was just the same | |
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real. | |
How can you look at me as if I was just another part of your deal | |
Well you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold. | |
you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold | |
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin yeah | |
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah, I used to have a scene with him. | |
Juliet when we made love you used to cry | |
you said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die | |
There's a place for us, you know the movie song | |
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? | |
I can't do the talk, like they talk on the tv | |
I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be. | |
I can't do anything, but I'd do anything for you. | |
I cant't do anything but be in love with you. | |
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be | |
All I do is keep the beat and bad company. | |
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme | |
Juliet I'd do the stars with you anytime. | |
Juliet when we made love you used to cry | |
you said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die | |
There's a place for us, you know the movie song | |
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? | |
A love struck Romeo, sings the streets a serenade. | |
Now he's laying everybody low, with a love song that he made. | |
Finds a convenient street light, steps out of the shade | |
Says something like you and me babe how about it. | |
Intro I (simple):
| F Dm | B | F Dm | B F |
e|-5--5--5--5---5-3-0-|--1--1--1--0--1-3-5-|-5--5--5--5---5-3-0-|--1--1--1--0--1--5-|
H|------------6-------|--------------------|------------6-------|--------------3--6-|
G|----5------5--------|------3-------------|----5------5--------|------3-------3--5-|
D|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|--------------3--7-|
A|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|-------------------|
E|--------------------|--------------------|--------------------|-------------------|
Intro II (complex):
| F | F Bb | F | F Bb |
e|-0h1-3-5------------5-|--------------1--0--1--|--0h1-3-5----------5-|-------5--3--0--1--|
H|-------6--------6---6-|-----------1--------3--|--------6-------6--6-|----6-----------3--|
G|-------5-----5------5-|--------2-----------3--|--------5----5-----5-|-5--------------3--|
D|-------7--7-----------|-----3-----------------|--------7-7----------|-------------------|
A|----------------------|--3--------------------|---------------------|-------------------|
E|----------------------|-----------------------|---------------------|-------------------|
Verse:
|: F | Dm Bb :|
e|--5--3--5-------------5-|-------------3---0---1--0h1--3---|
H|--------6---------5---6-|----------1----------3-----------|
G|--------5------6------5-|-------0-------------3-----------|
D|--------7---7-----------|----2----------------------------|
A|------------------------|-3-------------------------------|
E|------------------------|---------------------------------|
27. Luka
Suzanne Vega / Suzanne Vega: Solitude Standing (1987)
| C | D |
I | live on the se | cond floor |
| G | D |
I | live upstairs from | you |
| C | D |
| Yes I think you've | seen me before |
| Em | D | Em |
| If you hear | something late at | night |
| D | C |
Some kind of | trouble, some kind of | fight |
| D | C |
Just don't | ask me what it was | |
| D | C |
Just don't | ask me what it was | |
| D | G |
Just don't | ask me what it was | |
I think it's because I'm clumsy | |
I try not to talk too loud | |
Maybe it's because I'm crazy | |
I try not to act too proud | |
They only hit you until you cry | |
And after that you don't ask why | |
You just don't argue anymore | |
You just don't argue anymore | |
You just don't argue anymore | |
I walked into the door again | |
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say | |
And it's not your business anyway | |
I guess I'd like to be alone | |
With nothing broken, nothing thrown | |
Just don't ask me how I am | |
Just don't ask me how I am | |
Just don't ask me how I am | |
28. Let her go
Mike Rosenberg / Passenger: All the little things (2012)
| F | G | |: | Am | G | F | G | : | | | Am |
| | | | ( | 3x) | | | | | | | |
| F | C |
Well you only need the | light when it's burning | low, |
| G | Am |
Only miss the | sun when it starts to | snow. |
| F | C | G |
Only know your | lover when you let her | go! | |
| F | C |
Only know you've been | high when you're feeling | low. |
| G | Am |
Only hate the | road when you re missin' | home, |
| F | C |
Only know your | lover when you've let her | go, |
| G | Am | F | G | Em | Am | F | G |
And you | let her go! | | | | | | | |
| Am | F |
| Staring at the bottom of your | glass |
| G | Em |
Hoping | one day you will make a dream | last. |
| Am | F | G |
The dreams come | slow and go | so fast! | |
| Am | F |
You | see her when you close your | eyes, |
| G | Em |
Maybe | one day you will understand | why. |
| Am | F | G |
Everything you | touch all it | dies. | |
| F | C |
Because you only need the | light when it s burning | low, |
| G | Am |
Only miss the | sun when it starts to | snow. |
| F | C | G |
Only know your | lover when you let her | go! | |
| F | C |
Only know you've been | high when you're feeling | low, |
| G | Am |
Only hate the | road when you're missin' | home, |
| F | C | G |
Only know your | lover when you've let her | go! | |
| Am | F |
| Staring at the ceiling in the | dark |
| G | Em |
Same old | empty feeling in your | heart; |
| Am | F | G |
Love comes | slow and it goes so | fast! | |
| Am | F |
Well you | see her when you fall a | sleep, |
| G | Em |
But to never to | touch and never to | keep |
| Am |
Because you loved her too | much! |
| F | G |
And you dive too | deep... | |
| F | C |
Because you only need the | light when it's burning | low, |
| G | Am |
Only miss the | sun when it s starts to | snow. |
| F | C | G |
Only know your | lover when you let her | go! | |
| F | C |
Only know you've been | high when you're feeling | low, |
| G | Am |
Only hate the | road when you're missin' | home; |
| F | C | G |
Only know your | lover when you've let her | go! | |
| Am | F | G |
And you let her | go - Ooh- | ooh- | ooh |
| Am | F | G |
And you let her | go - Oooh- | ooh- | ooh |
| Am | F | G | Em | Am | F | G |
And you let her | go | | | | | | |
| F | C |
Because you only need the | light when it's burning | low, |
| G | Am |
Only miss the | sun when it starts to | snow. |
| F | C | G |
Only know your | lover when you let her | go! | |
| F | C |
Only know you ve been | high when you're feeling | low, |
| G | Am |
Only hate the | road when you're missin' | home; |
| F | C |
Only know your | lover when you ve let her | go, |
| F | C |
Because you only need the | light when it's burning | low, |
| G | Am |
Only miss the | sun when it starts to | snow. |
| F | C | G |
Only know your | lover when you let her | go! | |
| F | C |
Only know you've been | high when you're feeling | low, |
| G | Am |
Only hate the | road when you're missin' | home; |
| F | C |
Only know your | lover when you ve let her | go, |
29. 1, 2, 3, 4 (I Love You)
Plain White T's
One, two, one-two-three-four | |
| D |
| Give me more loving than I’ve ever had |
| A |
| Make it all better when I’m feeling sad |
| Bm | A |
| Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m | not |
| D |
| Make me feel good when I hurt so bad |
| A | Bm |
| Barely getting mad - I’m so glad I | found you |
| A | G |
I love being | around you - You make it | easy |
| A |
As easy as | One, two, one-two-three-four |
| D | A | Bm | A | G | D |
There’s only | one thing | To Do | Three words | For | you | |
| D | A | Bm | A | G | D |
There’s only | one way | to say Those | three words | That’s | what I’ll do | |
Give me more loving from the very start | |
Piece me back together when I fall apart | |
Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends | |
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad | |
You’re the best that I’ve had | |
And I’m so glad I found you | |
It’s easy as One, two, one-two-three-four | |
There’s only one thing... | |
30. The A Team
Ed Sheeran / Ed Sheeran: + (2011)
| G | G | D/F# | | Em | C | G |
| / / / / | / / / / | / / / / | | / / | / / | | | / / / / | / / | / / | | / / / / | / / / / | |
| G | D/F# | Em | C | G |
| White lips, pale face, breathing in | snow | flakes, Burnt lungs, | sour | taste. |
| G | D/F# | Em | C | G |
| Light's gone, day's end, Struggeling to | pay | rent, Long nights, | strange | men. |
| Am7 | C | G |
| They say she's in the Class | A Team, stuck in her | daydream, |
| D/F# |
Been this way since eight | een, but lately |
| Am7 | C | G |
Her | face seems Slowly sinking, | wasting, crumbling like | pastries, |
| D/F# |
And they scream, the | worst things in life come free to us, |
| Em | C | G |
‘Cause we're | just under the | upperhand, and | go mad for a couple of grams, |
| Em | C | G |
| And she don't want to | go out | side - tonight, |
| Em | C |
And in a | pipe she flies to the | Motherland, |
| G | Em | C |
| Sells love to another man, | It's too cold | outside |
| G | D | Em | C | G | Em | C | G |
| For | angels to | fly, | | angels to | fly - y - | y! | |
| G | D/F# | Em | C | G |
| Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and | stay a | float, Dry house, | wet | clothes. |
| D/F# | Em | C | G |
Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, | dry | throat, call girl, | no | phone. |
| Am7 | C | G |
| They say she's in the Class | A Team, stuck in her | daydream, |
| D/F# |
Been this way since eight | een, but lately |
| Am7 | C | G |
Her | face seems Slowly sinking, | wasting, crumbling like | pastries, |
| D/F# |
And they scream, the | worst things in life come free to us, |
| Em | C | G |
‘Cause we're | just under the | upperhand, and | go mad for a couple of grams, |
| Em | C | G |
| And she don't want to | go out | side - tonight, |
| Em | C |
And in a | pipe she flies to the | Motherland, |
| G | Em | C |
| Sells love to another man, | It's too cold | outside |
| G | D | Em | C | Em |
| for | angels to | fly, An angel will | die - covered in | white, closed eye, |
| G | Am7 | C | Em |
And | hoping for a better life, | This time, we'll fade out to | night, straight down the | line. |
| Em | C | G |
|: | / / / / | | / / / / | | / / / / | / / / / :| |
| Am7 | C | G |
And | They say she's in the Class | A Team, stuck in her | daydream, |
| D/F# |
Been this way since eight | een, but lately |
| Am7 | C | G |
Her | face seems Slowly sinking, | wasting, crumbling like | pastries, |
| D/F# |
And they scream, the | worst things in life come free to us, |
| Em | C | G |
‘Cause we're | just under the | upperhand, and | go mad for a couple of grams, |
| Em | C | G |
| And she don't want to | go out | side - tonight, |
| Em | C |
And in a | pipe she flies to the | Motherland, |
| G | Em | C |
| Sells love to another man, | It's too cold | outside |
| G | D | Em | C | G | Em | C | G |
| For | angels to | fly, | | angels to | fly - y - | y! | |
| Em | C | G |
Angels to | fly, to | fly, to | fly, angels to fly. |
31. Dirty Old Town
Ewan MacColl (1946) / the Dubliners; the Pogues
| C |
I | met my love by the gas works wall, |
| F | C |
Dreamed a | dream by the old ca | nal, |
| F | G | C |
| Kissed | my | girl by the fact'ry wall, |
| G | Am |
Dirty old | town, dirty old | town. |
I heard a siren from the docks, | |
Saw a train set the noght on fire, | |
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind, | |
Dirty old town,dirty old town. | |
Clouds are drifting across the moon, | |
Cats are prowling on their beat | |
Springs a girl from the streets at night, | |
Diriy old town,dirty old town. | |
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe, | |
Shining steel,tempered in the fire, | |
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree, | |
Dirty old town,dirty old town | |
I met my love by the gas works wall, | |
Dreamed a dream by the old canal, | |
Kissed my girl by the fact'ry wall, | |
Dirty old town, dirty old town... | |
32. Don't Give Up On Me Now
Ben Harper
| Am | C |
| Time, it opens all | wounds |
| Am | C |
And | trust is gonna put me in the | tomb |
| Dm | F |
The world isn't | mine, the world isn't mine to | save |
| Dm | F |
I can't afford to | lose what you easily throw a | way |
| C | F | C |
And | I don't even | know my | self, |
| C | F | C |
What | it would take to | know my | self |
| C | F | C | G |
I | need to change, I | don't know | h | ow |
| Am |
Don't give up on me | now |
It's not what we do, it's what we do with what we feel | |
Takes all you have to stare it down, and whisper "Devil, no deal." | |
And I don't wanna fight, don't wanna fight my father's war | |
You can wait your whole life | |
Not knowing what you're waiting for | |
And I don't even know myself, | |
What it would take to know myself | |
I need to change, I don't know how | |
Don't give up on me now, don't give up on me now | |
Don't give up on me now, don't give up on me now | |
I don't even know myself, | |
What it would take to know myself | |
I need to change, I don't know how | |
33. Give A Man A Home
Ben Harper
| C | Am |
Have you | ever | lost your way |
| G | F |
have you | ever feared a | nother day |
| C | Am |
have you | ever | misplaced your mind |
| G | F |
| watching this world leaving | you behind |
| C | G |
| won't you, won't you | give |
| Am | G | F |
won't you | give a man, | give a | man a home |
have you ever never known where to begin | |
have you ever lost your belief | |
watching your faith turn to grief | |
won't you, won't you give | |
won't you give a man, give a man a home | |
in a world that is unwhole | |
you have got to fight to keep your soul | |
some would rather give than receive | |
some would rather give up before they believe | |
won't you, won't you give | |
won't you give a man, give a man a home | |
34. Come Undone
Robbie Williams
| B |
| So unimpressed but so in awe |
| E |
| Such a saint but such a whore |
| B |
| So self aware so full of shit |
| E |
| So indecisive so adamant |
| F# | E |
I'm contem | plating thinking about | thinking |
| F# | E |
It's over | rated just get another | drink and |
| B | E |
| They're selling razor blades and | mirrors in the street |
| B | E |
I | pray that when I'm coming | down you'll be asleep |
| B | E |
| If I ever hurt you your re | venge will be so sweet |
| C#m | E |
Because I'm | scum, and I'm your | son, |
So rock and roll, so corporate suit | |
So damn ugly, so damn cute | |
So well-trained, so animal | |
So need your love, so f**k you all | |
If I´d stop lying I'd just disappoint you | |
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street | |
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep | |
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet | |
Because I'm scum, and I'm your son, | |
| A |
| So write another ballad |
| E |
| Tell about celebrities that I despise |
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street | |
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep | |
A young pretender and my crowds above can see | |
35. Something Beautiful
Robbie Williams
You can't manufacture a miracle | |
The silence was pitiful, that day | |
And love is getting too cynical | |
Passion's just physical, these days | |
You analyze everyone you meet | |
But get no sign, loving kind | |
Every night you admit defeat | |
If you can't wake up in the morning | |
'Cause your bed lies vacant at night | |
If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely | |
Can't control it, try as you might | |
May you find that love that won't leave you | |
May you find it by the end of the day | |
You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely | |
Something beautiful will come your way | |
Life should be stereo, each day | |
And the past, that cast the unsuitable | |
'Stead of some kind of beautiful | |
All your friends think you're satisfied | |
But they can't see your soul, no, no, no | |
Forgot the time feeling petrified | |
If you can't wake up in the morning | |
'Cause your bed lies vacant at night | |
If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely | |
Can't control it try as you might | |
May you find that love that won't leave you | |
May you find it by the end of the day | |
You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely | |
Something beautiful will come your way | |
36. Sunrise
Norah Jones
| Am | G | C |
Looks like | morning | in your | eyes |
| Am | G | F | C |
But the | clocks held | nine fif | teen for | hours |
Couldn't tempt us if it tried | |
'Cause the afternoon's already come and gone | |
| Am | G | C | Fma7 |
And I said | hoo... | | | |
Couldn't find it in your eyes | |
But I'm sure it's written all over my face | |
Never something I could hide | |
When I see we made it through another day | |
| D7 | F9 |
| Ooh and if I'm | right |
Index | |
1, 2, 3, 4 (I Love You) | 29 |
All My Loving | 5 |
And Your Bird Can Sing | 6 |
Belle Isle | 12 |
Better Things | 17 |
Come Undone | 34 |
Dirty Old Town | 31 |
Don't Give Up On Me Now | 32 |
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right | 10 |
Easy | 18 |
Four Strong Winds | 1 |
Give A Man A Home | 33 |
Hallelujah | 25 |
Happy Together | 23 |
Harvest | 24 |
Hotel California | 14 |
I Shall Be Released | 11 |
In My Life | 4 |
It never rains in Southern California | 15 |
Jackson | 9 |
Jesse | 3 |
Let her go | 28 |
Luka | 27 |
Memphis Tennessee | 7 |
Mrs. Robinson | 20 |
One too many Mornings | 13 |
Romeo and Juliet | 26 |
Something Beautiful | 35 |
Something Stupid | 21 |
Speedy Gonzales | 8 |
Stumblin' In | 19 |
Sunny | 16 |
Sunrise | 36 |
The A Team | 30 |
The Weight | 2 |
Tin Soldier | 22 |
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