Acordes usados
D
Dmaj7
G6
Dm7
Dm9
Dm11
Csus2
Am
B
G
A
E
Asus2
Dsus2
Dsus4
Asus4
C
Em
Cmaj7
D/F
Am7
Em11
C/G
Bb
Bbsus2
Bbsus4
Db
Bm
F
Dm
Eb
C7
Cm
F#m
C#m
Gm
G7
Fm
D4
D9
E/G
Em7
Cm7
Ab
Fsus2
1.
Wond'ring aloud
Tom: CFácilCWond'ring Amaloud how we Gfeel toDday
CLast night sipped the Amsunset my Ghands on her Dhair
CWe are our own Dsaviours as we Gstart both our Dhearts beating Emlife
Ginto each Dother
CWond'ring Amaloud will the Gyears treat us Dwell
CAs she floats in the Amkitchen I'm Gtasting the Dsmell
Of Ctoast as the Dbutter runs
Then she Gcomes, spilling Dcrumbs on the Embed
GAnd I shake my Dhead
And it's Dmonly the Cgiving that Gmakes you
EmWhat you Dare
2.
Thick as a Brick
Tom: DAvançadoD
Dmaj7
G6
Dm7
Dm9
Dm11
Csus2
Am
B
G
A
E
Asus2
Dsus2
Dsus4
Asus4
C
Em
Cmaj7
D/F
Am7
Em11
C/G
Bb
Bbsus2
Bbsus4
Db
Bm
F
DDmaj7G6Dm7Dm9Dm11Csus2DAm
B
G
D
A
E
Asus2Dsus2Dsus4AAsus4CEmG
B
G
D
A
E
Bm F# Bb{1 C{3 Db{4 D{5 Eb{6 E{7 F{8
B
G
D
A
E
Cmaj7D/FAm7BEm11C/GBbBbsus2Bbsus4
B
G
D
A
E
DbE
B
G
D
A
E
DDmaj7G6
Dm7Dm9Dm11Csus2
DDmaj7G6
Dm7Dm9Dm11Csus2
DReally don't Ammind if you G6sit this one Dout.Dmaj7 G6 D Dmaj7 G6
My Dwords but a wAmhisper -- your G6deafness a DSHOUDmaj7T. G6 D Dmaj7 G6
I Dmay make you Amfeel but I G6can't make you DthinDmaj7k. G6 D Dmaj7 G6
Your Dsperm's in the Amgutter -- your G6love's in the DsinkDmaj7. G6 D Dmaj7 G6
So you G6ride yourselves Asus2over the DfiDsus2elds D Dsus2 D Dsus4 D
and you G6make all your Asus2animal DdeDsus2als D Dsus2 D Dsus4 D
and your G6wise men don't Asus2know how it DfeDsus2els D Dsus2 D Dsus4 D
AAsus2AAsus2AAsus4AAsus2A
to be Athick as a DbrDmaj7ick. G6 D Dmaj7 G6 D Dmaj7 G6 D Dmaj7 G6
And the Dsand-castle Amvirtues are G6all swept DawDmaj7ay G6 D Dmaj7 G6
in the Dtidal desAmtruction
the G6moral meDleDmaj7e. G6 D Dmaj7 G6
The eDlastic reAmtreat rings the G6close of DplDmaj7ay G6 D Dmaj7 G6
as the Dlast wave unAmcovers
the G6newfangled DwaDmaj7y. G6 D Dmaj7 G6
But your G6new shoes are Asus2worn at the DheDsus2els D Dsus2 D Dsus4 D
and yG6our suntan dAsus2oes rapiDdlDsus2y peelD Dsus2 D Dsus4 D
and your G6wise men don't Asus2know how it DfeDsus2els D Dsus2 D Dsus4 D
AAsus2AAsus2AAsus4AAsus2A
to be Athick as a DbrDmaj7ick. G6 D Dmaj7 G6
Dm7Dm9Dm11Dm7Dm9Csus2D
And the Dlove that I Amfeel C is so far aEmway: G
I'm a bad dream that I Bmjust had toDday F-- G
and you shake your AheAsus2ad A
and Asay it's a DshaDmaj7me. G6 D Dmaj7 G6
Dm7Dm9Dm11
Dm7Dm9Dm11
Dm7 Dm9 SDm11pin me back down the Dm7yearDm9s Dm11
and the Dm7daysDm9 Dm11 of my Dm7youtDm9h. Dm11
Dm7 Dm9 Draw the Dm11lace and Dm7black Dm9curtainsDm11
and shut Dm7out Dm9 Dm11 the Dm7whole Dm9truth. Dm11
Dm7 Dm9Spin me dDm11own the long ages: Dm7let Dm9themDm11 sing the song.
Dm7Dm9Dm11
Dm7Dm9Dm11
Dm7Dm7DDsus2D
AmDG
AmDG
AmDG
AmDG
ABCBCDGB
AmSee D Gthere! A Amson is born D--G
and we Ampronounce him D Gfit to Amfight.D G
There are Amblack-heads Don Ghis Amshoulders,D G
and he Ampees himDself Gin the Amnight.D G
C{3 D{5
We'll make a man of him
E{7 D{5 F{8 E{7
put him to trade
C{3 D{5
teach him to play Monopoly and
E{7 E{7 D{5 F{8
to sing in the rain.
D{5 D{5 C{3 Eb{6
C{3 C{3 Bb{1 Db{4
Bb{1
AmDGAmDGAmDGAmDG
AmDGAmDGAmDGAmDG
AmDGAmDGAmDGAmDG
AmDG
BmEABmEABmEABmEA
AmDGAmDGAmDG
Am
GAmAsus2Cmaj7
AmDGAmDG
(forte)
AmDGAmDG
C{3 D{5 E{7 D{5 F{8 E{7
C{3 D{5 E{7 D{5 F{8 E{7
D{5 F{8 E{7
D{5 F{8 E{7
D{5 F{8 E{7
D{5 F{8 E{7
D{5 F{8 D/F (hold dischord)
BEmBEm
EmDEmDGAmAm7BD
EmEmEm11EmFGAmB
EmDEmDGAmAm7BD
EmEmEm11EmFGAmB
The EmPoet and the painter Dcasting Emshadows on the water --
as the Dsun plays on the infantry reAsus2turning from the Bsea.
The Emdo-er and the thinker: Dno Emallowance for the other --
as the Dfailing light illuminates the Asus2mercenary's Bcreed.
The Emhome fire burning: Dthe Emkettle almost boiling --
but the Dmaster of the Chouse is far aAsus2way. B
The Emhorses stamping -- Dtheir Emwarm breath clouding
in the Dsharp and frosty Cmorning of the Asus2day. B
And the Gpoet Dlifts his Bpen while the Dsoldier Amsheaths his Csword.
And the Emyoungest of the family Dis Emmoving with authority.D
BBuilding castles Amby the sea, he Cdares the tardy C/Gtide
to Gwash them all aBbside.
(7:14 - solos)
EmD
(9:13)
BEmBEm
The Emcattle quietly grazing Dat the Emgrass down by the river
where the Dswelling mountain Asus2water moves onward to the Bsea:
the Embuilder of the castles DreEmnews the age-old purpose
and Dcontemplates the Asus2milking girl whose offer is his Bneed.
The Emyoung men of the householDd Emhave
all Emgone into service and
are Dnot to be exCpected for a Asus2year. B
The Eminnocent young master D-- thoughts Emmoving ever faster --
has Dformed the plan to Cchange the man he Asus2seems. B
And the Gpoet Dsheaths his Bpen
while the Dsoldier Amlifts his Csword.
And the Emoldest of the family Dis Emmoving with authority.
BComing from aAmcross the sea, he Cchallenges the C/Gson
who Gputs him to the Bbrun.Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus4 Bb
BbBbsus2BbBbsus2BbBbsus2BbBbsus4Bb
Bb(10:Bbsus230) Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus2 Bb Bbsus4 Bb
Em
DDsus2DDsus2DDsus2DDsus4D
AAsus2AAsus2AAsus2AAsus4A
EmDGFEm
BCDCBAGABAGFE
ADAD
AAABCDDDEFAAABCDDDEF
BEBE
BBBCDEEEFGBBBCDEEEFG
GDEm
GDEm
FEmDDb
EWhat do you Ddo when
the Aold man's gone -- do you want to Bbe him? EAnd
your Dreal self Asings the song.
Do you want to Bfree him?
ANo one to Ghelp you Dget up steam E--
Aand the whirlGpool turns you `Dway off-Bbeam.
3.
Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young to Die
Tom: CAvançadoC
F
G
Bb
Am
Dm
D
Em
Eb
C7
A
Cm
F#m
Verse 1:
C The old RoFcker wore hCis G hair tooC lo?Bb??...Amng,
wore his tDmrouser cuffs too tGight,
C unfashioFnaCble G to the eC????Bb.nd, Am
dDmrank his ale too Glight.
G Death's head belCt buckGle, Dyesterday's drea?.G.ms,F Em
the transport caAmf' prophet of dDoom.
G Ringing no Cchange iGn his D double-sewn seams G in his F Em
pAmost-war-babe gloDom.
NEbow he'Fs toBbo o C.???C7ld toF rock 'n' rBbo??..F?ll,Eb
but he'sA too young to Dmdie.
YeEbs he'Fs toBbo o?C..??C7ld toF rock 'n' roBb?.?..F?ll,Eb
but he'Bbs too young to diFe. G
Verse 2:
C He once owned a HFarleCy G Davids???C?.onBb, Am
and a TriumDmph BonnevilGle,
C counted hFis friendCs in G burned-outC spaBb?.rk pAmlugs,
and prays that hDme always wGill.
G But he's the last of Cthe bluGe blooDd greaser bGo???F.ys,Em
all of hiAms mates are doingD time.
G Married with thCree kGids D up by the rGi?..Fng roEmad
sold their Amsouls straight down the lDine.
G And some of Cthem oGwn D little spo?Grts FcarsEm,
and meet aAmt the tennis club Ddo's.
G For drinks oCn a SGunday,D work on Mo?G?ndaFy, Em
they've thrown Amaway their blue suede sDhoes.
NEbow he'Fs tooBb o .C???lC7d to Frock 'n' rBbo??..F?ll,Eb
but he'sA too young to Dmdie.
YeEbs he'Fs toBbo o?C..??C7ld toF rock 'n' rBbo?.?.F.?llEb,
but he'Bbs too young toF die.
CmGFF#mDCFG
Verse 3:
C So the old rFockeCr G gets out his bi?C.??.Bb.ke, Am
to make a tDmon before he takes his leGave.
C Up on Fthe CA 1 G by Scotch CoC???rBbner ,Am
just lDmike it used toG be.
G And as Che fGli?es,D tears in hisG e??F?.yeEms,
his wind-whippedAm words echo the final taDke.
G And he hitCs the trunk roadG doing arDound a hundred and tw??G.entFy, Em
with noAm room left to brakDe.
AnEbd he wFas tBboo oC .??C7?ld tFo rock 'n' roBb??..?Fll, Eb
but he was toAo young toDm die.
Yes,Eb he wFas tBboo oC?..?C7?ld tFo rock 'n' ro?Bb.?..?Fll, Eb
and he was toBbo young to Fdie.
Verso final:
NoEbw, youF?re Bb never tooC o .C7???ldF to rock 'n' ro??..Bb?ll, F Eb
if you?re Bb too young toF die.
And Ebnow youF?re Bb never too o?C..??C7ld toF rock 'n' roBb?.?..F?ll,Eb
but you?re too young to die.
A
Contribuição: Taino Vieira(email protected)
4.
Silver River Turning
Tom: AmAvançadoAm
C
G
F
D
Bb
E
F#m
C#m
Bm
Em
Am...
AmAmCGF
AmAmCGFG
FFGG
DDAmGGAmAm
FCAmGGAmAm
G G Am Am I walked down G Am Am that boulder road,G G Am Am
Through a child's eye saw plCaces where I Gused to go. F F Am
Where I crawled barefootG Am Am with a fishing pole G G Am Am
to the rock that ovCerlooked that stGeelhead hFolFe G
but it's trueF--F G G silver river tDurning blAmue. G G Am Am
G G Am Am It was a small townG Am Am in a smaller worldG. G Am Am
Just a black dot on an Cold map with its Gedges curled.F F Am
Where they built their industries G Am Am on the edge of town-- G G Am Am
Leaching chCemicals from Gunderground F F G
now it's trueF--F G G that silver river tDurning blAmue.
JGust got a late reFaction. Face reCality and stare it dGown. F F G
Sometimes it's hBbarder hFanging on. Much Ceasier to lDook arEound.
But I need that job.
GGAmAm
GGAmAmGAmAmGG
Am Am Well, this place no city: we're just small players here.
Like a million other hCeroes drinking pGoor man's beerF. F Am
We know what's right.G Am Am We're just living it wroGngG. Am Am
But there's no easy Canswer in the grGeen man's sFonFg.G
What do you do? F F G G When your river'sD turning BlAmue.
Flute:
F#mC#mBmF#m
F#mC#mBmF#m
EmDCAmGGAmAm
G G Am Am I walked down G Am Am that boulder road,G G Am Am
Through a child's eye saw plCaces where I Gused to go. F F Am
Where I crawled barefootG Am Am with a fishing pole G G Am Am
to the rock that ovCerlooked that stGeelhead hFolFe G
but it's trueF--F G G silver river tDurning blAmue. G G Am Am
JGust got a late reFaction. Face reCality and stare it dGown. F F G
Sometimes it's hBbarder hFanging on. Much Ceasier to lDook arEound.
But I need that job.
AmAmCGF
AmAmCGFG
DDAm
GGAm
AmGGAmAmCGFFAm
5.
Part Of The Machine
Tom: AmAvançadoAm
G
D
Dm
C
F
Em
Bm
Gm
A
B
G7
Cm
Eb
Bb
Fm
Db
Verse 1 AmEverybody's Gjumping on the Dcircus Amtrain
Well Gsome jump Dhigh and some Gjump off aDgain Dm
DmAnd the razz-ma-tazz is Crolling women Amfolk unGveiled
All truths to Amlight all Fcross his Gname
Even Emhigh where the eagle circles
Well you can Dtaste tail feathers Cteam
But Amwonders, am I still a Dfree bird
Or just a Gpart of the Ammachine
Verse 2 AmWe hitched the cover Gwagons from the Drule out Amwest
All the Gpicks in the Dpockets of their Gsunday Dbest Dm
DmShaking hands, kissing Cbabies for Amall of their Gworth
Oh, they'll promise you Amgold, Promise Feveryone an Gearth
Still that Emold bald eagle circles
It's not the Dfirst and that he's Cseen
His rAmeflection in the eyes of Dinnocence
His becoming just another Gpart of the Ammachine
DPart of the Ammachine
Chorus I Fwish I had an Ceagle like Gyou
To Flook up Gtoo
He could be my Cwings to Dfly in a Gbig Dbird Gsky
Up Above the Cwhole Emmachine
BmEmFBmEmFBmEmFBmEmF
BmEmFBmEmFBmEmFBmEmF
DmGmADmGmAEmAmBG7D
CmEbFEbCmBbGmCmEbFEbCmBbGm
CmEbFEbCmFmGCmBbEbDbAm
GPart of the Ammachine, GPart of the Ammachine
Verse 3 AmSmart Gguys out running the Dwhole man Amtribe
GUp in the Dmountains where the Geagle Dflies Dm
DmWouldn't take that Cjob offer Amon a Gplate
You got to fly with the Ameagle and Fhe won't Gwait
Looking EmDown on the smoke on the factories
Until the Dtruth creeps up Cunseamed
They see Amthemselves in the faces of their Dchildren
And realize they too are part of the Ammachine
GPart of the Ammachine
Chorus I Fwish I had an Ceagle like Gyou
To Fwake up Gtoo
He could be my Cwings to Dfly in a Gbig Dbird Gsky
He'll let me be Cpart of the Emmachine
GPart of the Ammachine, Gpart of the Ammachine, Gpart of the Ammachine
GPart of your Ammachine, Gpart of your Ammachine
6.
First Snow On Brooklyn
Tom: CAvançadoC
D
G
Am
Em
D4
D9
A
Bm
E/G
CDGAmCD
Em I flew in Emon Gthe evening DplaD4ne D D4 D9
Em Is it such aEm goGod idea that I am Dhere again?A
Bm And I could Dcut my cold breathA with a knife
Bm And taste the Dwinter of aAnother lifeBm
Em A yellow cab from EmJFKG, the Dlong way roundD D4 D D4 D9
I didn't Emmind... gave me EmthiGnking time bDefore I ran aground
Bm On rocky Dmemories and Achoking tears
I bBmelieve it only Drained round here these Athirty Bmyears
Now, it's the Cfirst snow onG Brooklyn and mBmy cold feet arAe drumming
Am You don't see me in the Emshadows from your Gcozy windowD frame
And last night, Cwho was in yourG parlour wrappinBmg presents in thEme late hour
Am To place upon your Empillow as the Dmorning came?
Em Thin wind EmstiGngs my face... pull cDollar upD4 D D4 D9
Em I could muE/Grder coffee in a Dgrande cupA
Bm No welcome Ddeli; there's no AStarbucks here
Bm A dime for a Dquick phone call could Acost me dearBm
And the Cfirst snow onG Brooklyn paints aBm Christmas card upon theA pavement
Am The cab leaves a disapEmpearing trace and Gthen it's goneD
And the Csnow covers my Gfootprints, deep regBmrets and heavy Emheartbeats
Am When you wake you'll never Emsee the spot that I was Dstanding on
EmEmGDD4DD4D9
EmEmGDA
BmDA
BmDABm
CGBmA
AmEmGD
CGBmEm
AmEmD
CDGAmCD
Em I flew in Emon Gthe evening DplaD4ne D D4 D9
Em Is it such aEm goGod idea that I am Dhere again?A
Bm And I could Dcut my cold breathA with a knife
Bm And taste the Dwinter of aAnother lifeBm
Now, it's the Cfirst snow onG Brooklyn and mBmy cold feet arAe drumming
Am You don't see me in the Emshadows from your Gcozy windowD frame
And last night, Cwho was in yourG parlour wrappinBmg presents in thEme late hour
Am To place upon your Empillow as the Dmorning came?
Some Cthings are best forGgotten... some are Bmbetter half-reAmembered
Am I just thought that I might Embe there on your, Gon your Christmas Dnight
And the Cfirst snow onG Brooklyn makes aBm lonely road toEm travel
Am Cold crunch steps that Emecho as the Dblizzard bites
7.
White Innocence
Tom: AmAvançadoAm7
Em7
Dm7
Bb
Dm
Gm
F
Cm7
Eb
C
Dsus4
Em
G
D
Ab
Db
Am7Em7Dm7BbD7sus4Am7Em7Dm7BbD7sus4
DmShe drifted from some minor fesGmtival, ha
F Didn't look like any Summer of loveCm7
EbJust a thousand Fweekend worriorsGm in a muddy field
DmIt was the hand to fit my Cglove
BbFunny thing the Cinnocence of the Dsus4lonely
BbFunny thing the Ccharm of the Dsus4young
DmShe how she moves just like twoGm angels, white innocence
FYea one of them is on the Cm7run
EbThe other's taFpping at my car wiGmndow
DmMum, and I'm squinting through the Csun
BbTrying to see if Cshe's some child of the Dsus4nineties
BbOr just anCother dangerous fantasy of Dsus4mine, yea Gm
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, she was white innocence
Am7Em7Dm7BbD7sus4Am7Em7Dm7BbD7sus4
DmA perfect whole was in her sGmtocking
FIt made a perfect window to the Cm7heart
EbIt could have Fmoved among the waGmterfalls
DmA mist of curtains drawn aCpart
DmDid you say you want saftey in my Gmnumbers
FGo on and hitch a ride this Cm7way
EbFelt like I was Ftaking her market Gmnow
DmTo be sold as the last luck of the Cday
BbFunny thing the Cdistance of the Dsus4lonely
BbFunny thing the Ccharm of the Dsus4young, white innocence Gm
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence C Dm
White innoGmcence, white innocence C
White innoFcence,Eb white,Bb white innoGmcence
DmShe pressed the button, lowered the winCdow
FLet her hand trailing the Cslipstream of the Gmnight
FA frost from nowhere seemed to Click her fingers
BbI could of warmed them but the momCent wasn't Dmright
EmGEmDDFBbAbEbBbDbAb
DmObvious she was headed nowhere speCcial, yea
FWell it was even obvious Cto Gmme
FI was doing some, some watching, sCome waiting
BbShe'd been here before most CdefinitDmely
It was the promise of early Gmbedtime hum
FIt was the promise of heaven on Cm7earth
EbThink I was Fsending out local to GE Gmelectricity
DmPlayed it right down for what it was Cworth
DmShe turn and looked at me in Gmwhite innocence
FAnd with the clearest eyes of forever Cm7gray
EbShe rested one small Fhand for a Gmsecond on my knee
Dmstopped the car, she walked aCway mum
BbFunny thing the Cwisdom of the Dsus4lonely
BbFunny thing the Ccharm of the Dsus4young
Away you go now Gm
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence C Dm
White innoGmcence, white innocence C
White innoFcence,Eb white,Bb white innoGmcence
White innocence
8.
Aqualong (acoustic)
Tom: CAvançadoC
D
F
E
B
Gm
Cm
Main riff:
CDFDFDFFCDCFEBD
Sitting on a park bench,C eyeing litDtle girls Fwith bad iDnteFntD F F C D C F E B D
Snot is running down his nose,C greasy finDgers smearFing shabbyD clFotDhesF,.F...C.....DheyC AqFualuEng B D
Drying in the cold sun,C watching as the Dfrilly panFties DrunF,.D...F..F...C.....DheyC AqFualuEng B D
Feeling like a dead duck,C spitting oDut pieces Fof his broDkenF lDuckF,.F...C.....Doh CAquFalunEg B D
GmSun streaking Fcold, an old man wondering Clonely
CmTaking time the Gmonly way he Fknows
GmLeg hurting Fbad, as he bends to pick a Cdog end
CmHe goes down to the Gmbog and warms his Ffeet
GmFeeling aFlone, the armies up the Croad
CmSalvation a-la-mGmode and a cup of Ftea
GmAqualung my Ffriend, don't you start away unCeasy
CmYou poor old sod you Gmsee it's only Fme
Faster:
GmDo you still reFmember, Decembers foggy Gmfreeze?
GmWhen the ice that clings on Fto your beard, was screaming agoGmny
And you Gmsnatch your rattling Flast breathes with deep-sea-diver-Csounds
And the Cmflowers bloomed like Gmmadness in the Fspring
GmSun streaking Fcold, an old man wondering Clonely
CmTaking time the Gmonly way he Fknows
GmLeg hurting Fbad, as he bends to pick a Cdog end
CmHe goes down to the Gmbog and warms his Ffeet
GmFeeling aFlone, the armies up the Croad
CmSalvation a-la-Gmmode and a cup of Ftea
GmAqualung my Ffriend, don't you start away unCeasy
CmYou poor old sod you Gmsee it's only Fme
Sitting on a park bench,C eyeing litDtle girls Fwith bad iDnteFntD F F C D C F E B D
Snot is running down his nose,C greasy finDgers smearFing shabbyD clFotDhesF,.F...C.....DheyC AqFualuEng B D
Drying in the cold sun,C watching as the Dfrilly panFties DrunF,.D...F..F...C.....DheyC AqFualuEng B D
Feeling like a dead duck,C spitting oDut pieces Fof his broDkenF lDuckF,.F...C.....Doh CAquFalunEg B D
(end)
9.
Wind Up
Tom: DAvançadoD
Em
F
G
Asus2
A
Bm
DWhen I was young anEmd they packed me off toD school F
and they taught mGe how not to play Dthe game, Asus2 A
DI didn't minEmd if they groomed mDe for success, F
or Gif they said that I waDs just a fool. Asus2 A
DSo I left there in the morning Em
with their GodD tucked underneath my arm -- F
their half-asGsed smiles, and theD book of rules. Asus2 A
DSo I asked this God a question Em
and by way oDf firm reply, F
He said -- I'mG not the kind you have to wind uDp on Sundays. Asus2 A
DSo to my old headmastEmer (and to anyone who cares)D: F
befGore I'm through I'd like toD say my prayers -- Asus2 A
DI don't believe yoEmu:
you had the whole daDmn thing all wrong -- F
He's not Gthe kind you have to winDd up on Sundays. Asus2 A
Well you can excomuniGcate me on Amy way to Sunday schoolD Bm
and have all tGhe bishops harmonize Athese lines -- Bm
Bmhow do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when thatG was just an accident ofD Birth. F
BmI'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos thatG's the honest measure ofD my worth. F
Gin Your pomp and all your glory, you'reA a poorer man than meD Bm
as you lickG the boots of death born Aout of fear Bm
BmWhen I was young they packed me off to school
and taught Gme how not to playD the game, F
BmI didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or iGf they said that I wDas just a fool. F
Well you can excomunGicate me on Amy way to Sunday schoolD Bm
and have all Gthe bishops harmonize these Alines -- Bm
Gin Your pomp and all your glory, you'reA a poorer man than mDe Bm
as you lick Gthe boots of death borAn out of fear Bm
DWhen I was young anEmd they packed me off toD school F
and they taught mGe how not to play Dthe game, Asus2 A
DI didn't miEmnd if they groomeDd me for success, F
or Gif they said that I waDs just a fool. Asus2 A
DSo to my old headmasteEmr (and to anyone who cares):D F
beGfore I'm through I'd like to Dsay my prayers -- Asus2 A
Well you can excomuniGcate me on Amy way to Sunday schoolD Bm
and have all tGhe bishops harmonize tAhese lines -- Bm
DI don't believe yoEmu:
you had the whole daDmn thing all wrong -- F
He's not Gthe kind you have to winDd up on Sundays. Asus2 A
10.
The Whistler
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I'll Gmbuy you six Fbay mares to Dmput in your Cstable
Gmsix golden Dmapples Fbought with my Cpay.
I Gmam the first Fpiper Dmwho calls the Csweet tune,
but GmI must be Dmgone by the Fseventh Cday. A
So come Eon, GI'm the Dwhistler. A
I have a Efife and a Gdrum to play.D A
Get EreadyG for the Dwhistler. F#m
I whistle alDong on the Eseventh day F#m
whistle along on the Eseventh day. G
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GmAll kindFs of sadDmness I've leCft behind me.
GmMany's the Dmday when FI have done Cwrong.
GmBut I'll be Fyours for Dmever and Cever.
GmClimb in the Dmsaddle and Fwhistle alCong. A
So come Eon, GI'm the Dwhistler. A
I have a Efife and a Gdrum to play.D A
Get EreadyG for the Dwhistler. F#m
I whistle alDong on the Eseventh day F#m
whistle along on the Eseventh day. G
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Deep Gmred are the Fsunsets in Dmmystical Cplaces.
GmBlack are the Dmnights on Fsummerday Csands.
GmWe'll find the Fspeck of Dmtruth in each Criddle.
GmHold the first Dmgrain of Flove in our Chands. A
So come Eon, GI'm the Dwhistler. A
I have a Efife and a Gdrum to play.D A
Get EreadyG for the Dwhistler. F#m
I whistle alDong on the Eseventh day F#m
whistle aDlong on the Eseventh day.
SoC come Eon, GI'm a Dwhistler. A
I have a Efife and a Gdrum to play.D A
Get EreadyG for the Dwhistler. F#m
I whistle alDong on the Eseventh day F#m
whistle aDlong on the Eseventh day. G
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