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Gm7She packed my bags last night, pre-fliC7ght
Gm7Zero hour, nine a.m. C7
EbAnd I'm gonna be hi -i -igh, aBbs a kite Ebby then F
Gm7I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, C7
Gm7It's lonely out in spaceC7
EbOn such a ti-i-imBbeless Ebflight F
BbAnd I think it's gonna be a long, long time Eb
'Till touchdown brings Bbme 'round again to find
I'm not the man they thinEbk I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a BbRocket Man. . . . C
EbRocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone Bb
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Gm7Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids C7
Gm7In fact its cold as hell C7
EbAnd there's no-one there to raise Bbthem, if you Ebdid F
Gm7And all this science, I don't understand C7
Gm7It's just my job 5 days a week C7
EbA Rocket, ma -anBb, REbocket man F
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BbAnd I thing it's gonna be a long, long time... Eb
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