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5.15 a.m.
Capo: 1
Chords:
G7M [3x0002]
Intro:
5.15 a.m.
snow laying all around
a collier cycles home
from his night shift underground
past the silent pub
primary school workingmens club
on the road from the pithead
the churchyard packed
with mining dead
then beneath the bridge
he comes to a giant car
a shroud of snow upon the roof
a mark ten jaguar
he thought the man was fast asleep
silent still and deep
both dead and cold
shot through
with bullet holes
the one armed bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
put your money in
pull the levers
watch them spin
cash cows in all the pubs
but he preferred the new nightclubs
nineteen sixty-seven
bandit men in birdcage heaven
la dolce vita sixty-nine
all new to people of the tyne
who knows who did what
somebody made a call
they said his hands
were in the pot
that he’d been skimming hauls
he picks up the swag
they gaily gave away
drives his giant jag
off to his big pay day
the bandit man
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
the bandit man
came up the great north road
up to geordieland
to mine
the mother lode
seams blew up or cracked
black diamonds came hard won
generations toiled and hacked
for a pittance and black lung
crushed by tub or stone
together
and alone
how the young and old
paid the price of coal
eighteen sixty-seven
my angel’s gone to heaven
he’ll be happy there
sunlight and sweet clean air
they gather round the glass
tough hewers and crutters
child trappers and putters
the little foals and half-marrows
who pushed
and pulled the barrows
the hod boys
and the rolleywaymen
5.15 a.m.
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boom like that
Capo:3
Chords:
Asus2 [x02200]
G6 [320000]
Intro:
| | Asus2 | |
| | :|
i’m going to san bernardino
G6 Asus2 C
ring-а-ding-ding
milkshake mixers
that’s my thing now
these guys bought
G6 Asus2 C
a heap of my stuff
and i gotta see a good thing
sure enough now
or my name’s not kroc
G6 Asus2 C
that’s kroc with a ’k’
like ’crocodile’
but not spelled that way yeah
it’s dog eat dog
G6 Asus2 C
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom like that
the folks line up
all down the street
and i’m seeing this girl
devour her meat now
and then i get it wham
as clear as day
my pulse begins to hammer
and i hear a voice say:
these boys have
got this down
oughtta be a one of these
in every town
these boys have
got the touch
it’s clean as a whistle
and it don’t cost much
wham bam
you don’t wait long
shake fries
patty you’re gone
and how about that
friendly name?
heck every little thing
oughtta stay the same
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ’k’
like ’crocodile’
but not spelled that way now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom like that
you gentlemen
ought to expand
you’re going to need
a helping hand now
so gentlemen
well what about me?
we’ll make a little
business history now
or my name’s not kroc
call me ray
like ’crocodile’
but not spelled that way now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom like that
well we build it up
and i buy ’em out
but man they made me
grind it out now
they open up a new place
flipping meat
so i do too
right across the street
i got the name
i need the town
they sell up in the end
and it all shuts down
sometimes you gotta
be an s.o.b.
you wanna make a dream
reality
competition?
send ’em south
if they’re gonna drown
put a hose in their mouth
do not pass ’go’
go straight to hell
i smell that
meat hook smell
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ’k’
like ’crocodile’
but not spelled that way now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom like that
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sucker row
Capo: 5
Chords:
A5 [x022xx]
F5 [1x32xx]
G5 [3x00xx]
D5 [xx023x]
Intro:
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
who’s minding the store?
shake it up sell some beer
what’s your
money maker for?
pay day
we’re packin’ ’em in
six-gun annie
and buffalo jill
but who’s to say
they’ll be back again
for a refill?
honey you know the drill
/ | | / | |
ain’t no left turn
down sleepy time street
you gotta be fast
but you gotta stay loose
thinking
on your feet
slick as grass
through a goose
we gotta
rationalise
the payroll
is giving me chills
you and me’s
getting organised
it’s kill or be killed
honey you know the drill
well they can all look down
on sucker row
but they all forget
the tallest trees
from acorns grow
though they ain’t yet
i never look down
on a sucker stake
they all pay the bills
i never gave a sucker
an even break
and i never will
a beautiful vision
keeps coming to me
i see
a miracle mile
flying in
for free
service
with a smile
high rollers
fancy hotels
big time singers
topping the bill
you gotta have a feel
for the stuff that sells
call it a skill
honey you know the drill
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
who’s
minding the store?
shake it up
sell some beer
money walking
through the door
annie’s arriving
at a dangerous age
don’t you
go getting ill
get another woman
up in the cage
who ain’t over the hill
honey you know the drill
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the trawlerman’s song
Capo: 3
Chords:
G7addF [323001]
Intro:
we’re taking on water
diesel and stores
laying up awhile
before i’m back on board
they’re patching her up
to go fishing again
they’re welding her rudder
scrubbing her keel
scars on her belly
need time to heal
in the dock
with the trawlermen
i know all the people
there’s nobody new
soon we’ll be leaving
with the same old crew
on the green water
the tumbling sea
they ain’t running
like the good old days
time’s just slipping
down the old slipways
in the dock
so dear to me
dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
G G7addF
back in the dock
| | | |
| | |
i could use a layoff
getting my strength back
but there’s a loan to pay off
and a few skipjack
so it’s a turnaround
back in the southerly wind
pirates coming in
to steal our gold
you can count yourself lucky
with a profit in the hold
in the dock
when we come in
dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock
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back to tupelo
Capo: 2
Chords:
C7M [x32000]
around the time of ’clambake’
movie number twenty-five
you and the lying dutchman
are still in overdrive
you’re as strong as when you started
mississippi in your soul
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll
it isn’t just the records
no you must have hollywood
the songs alone are not enough
that much is understood
you’ll soon be back in memphis
maybe then you’ll know what to do
the storylines they’re giving you
are just not ringing true
oh it’s a ways to go
back to tupelo
oh it’s a ways to go
back to tupelo
| | C7M |
| | C7M |
|
when you’re young and beautiful
your dreams are all ideals
later on it’s not the same
lord everything is real
sixteen hundred miles of highway
roll back to the truth
and a song to give your mother
in your first recording booth
around the time of ’clambake’
that old dream’s still rolling on
sometimes there’ll be the feeling
things are going wrong
the morning star is fading
lord the mississippi’s cold
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll
but it’s a ways to go
back to tupelo
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our shangri-la
Capo: No
Chords:
Esus2 [022200]
Intro:
| Esus2 | | | |
it’s the end of a perfect day
for surfer boys and girls
the sun’s dropping down in the bay
and falling off the world
there’s a diamond in the sky
our evening star
in our shangri-la
get that fire burning strong
right here and right now
it’s here and then it’s gone
there’s no secret anyhow
we may never love again
to the music of guitars
in our shangri-la
tonight your beauty burns
into my memory
the wheel of heaven turns
above us endlessly
this is all the heaven we’ve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la
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this is all the heaven we’ve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la
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everybody pays
Capo: No
Chords:
E7M [021100]
Asus2 [x02200]
Intro:
E7M | | |
| | | |
i got shot off my horse
A Asus2
so what? i’m up again
and playing
in one of these
big saloons on main
you can come up here
take a look
around these sinners’ dens
you’re only ever going to find
one or two real games
nobody’s driving
me underground
not yet anyway
but either on the strip
A Asus2
or on the edge of town
A Asus2
everybody pays
everybody pays to play
E7M | | |
|
yeah you ought to stay
right where you are
A Asus2
in sawdust land
it’s probably the
safest place to be
with your
greasy little pork pies
and your shoestring hands
it makes
no difference to me
all those directions
which we never took
to go our different ways
who went and wrote
E7M A Asus2
the oldest story in the book?
A Asus2
everybody pays
everybody pays to play
E7M | | |
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curl up inside
a boxcar dream
Asus2 A
and disappear
with a couple
low roller friends
you were never one
for trouble
so get out of here
i knew the game
was dangerous back then
but nobody’s breezing
through these swinging doors
just ups and walks away
everybody has to leave
A Asus2
some blood here on the floor
A Asus2
everybody pays
everybody pays to play
A Asus2
everybody pays
everybody pays to play
E7M | | |
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E7M | | |
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song for sonny liston
Capo: 4
Chords:
A5 [x022xx]
A7 [x05655]
Am6 [x04555]
so many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
well he hung with the hoods
he wouldn’t stroke the fans
but he had dynamite
in both his hands
boom bam
like the slammer door
the bell and the can
and the bodies on the floor
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
the writers didn’t like him
the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers
and his hands like rocks
they didn’t want to have
a bogey man
they didn’t like him
and he didn’t like them
black cadillac
alligator boots
money in the pockets
of his sharkskin suits
some say the bear
took a flop
they couldn’t believe it
when they saw him drop
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
joe louis was his hero
he tried to be the same
but a criminal child
wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people
didn’t want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops
wouldn’t leave him alone
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
at the foot of his bed
with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins
and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation
as such
he hated needles
but he knew too much
criss-crossed
on his back
scars from his daddy
like slavery tracks
the second-last child
was the second-last king
never again was it the same
in the ring
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
they never could be sure
about the day he was born
a motherless child
set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure
about the day he died
the bear was the king
they cast aside
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
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whoop de doo
Capo: No
Chords:
D9 [x5455x]
E9 [x7677x]
if i’m over the moon
it’s because i’m over you
a day at a time
and i’m tickety-boo
A(V) G#7
i don’t carry on
C#m A7(V)
the way i used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
if i’m doing great
it’s because when i get home
i don’t go straight
to my answerphone
A(V) G#7
and the tears don’t come
C#m A7(V)
the way they used to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
D7(V)
so many little things
are so much better now
they were only the little things
anyhow
if i’m over the moon
it’s because that’s what i am
funny that once
i used to give a damn
A(V) G#7
and i’d do anything
C#m A7(V)
in the whole wide world for you
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
anything
anything you’d want me to
whoop de doo
whoop de doo
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postcards from paraguay
Capo: 6
Chords:
Dsus2 [xx0230]
Em6 [34200x]
Intro:
| / | | /
| / | | / | /
one thing was leading to the next
i bit off more than i could chew
i had the power to sign the cheques
it wasn’t difficult to do
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
from paraguay
from paraguay
| / | | / | /
i robbed a bank full of dinero
a great big mountain of dough
so it was goodbye companero
and cheerio
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
| / | | / | /
| | | | | | | | |
i never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
i had to steal from peter
to pay what i owed to paul
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
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all that matters
Capo: 1
Intro:
| | | | | | |
my darling girl
my darling girl
you’re all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling boy
my darling boy
all of my sunshine
and all of my joy
you’re all that matters
all that matters
well i can’t stop the pain
when it calls
i’m a man
and i can’t stop the rain
when it falls my darling
who can?
my darling girl
my darling girl
you’re all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling friend
my darling friend
all we’ve got going
is love in the end
it’s all that matters
all that matters
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stand up guy
Capo: 2
Intro:
/ / | |
brew the coffee in a bucket
double straight man and banjo
if you don’t got the snake oil
buster you don’t got a show
who puts the doh-re-me
in our pockets
keeps the party going on?
it’s the man
who sells the potions
i’m just one who plays the songs
now they generally buys
the bigger size
they usually rub it in
i drank it once it tasted
like grease and paraffin
it’s mostly alcohol okay
you can’t deny it’s strong
we was going through the motions
’til the doctor came along
there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
don’t have to tell you friends
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
/ / | |
when the monkeyshine is flying
and he’s promising the cure
he says the french
for your lovesick blues
la maladie d’amour
he gets the chumps all laughing
but he gets a few to buy
here’s to beefsteak
when you’re hungry
and whiskey when you’re dry
now the band’ll blow their moolah
like sailors gone ashore
now we’re going to west helena
to gamble drink and whore
let’s you and me
all make whoopee
here’s mud in your eye
here’s to all the gals you ever want
and heaven when you die
there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
don’t have to tell you friends
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
there’s a big cheese with a cigar
been sizing up the show
he wants to get the doctor
pitching on the radio
i will make a switch to guitar
but the rules all still apply
they want to trust somebody
yeah they want a stand up guy
there stands the bottle
here’s to absent friends
all these bottles
dead soldiers in the end
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
to the doctor
a stand up guy
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donegan’s gone
Tuning: DADF#AD
(Open D tuning)
Licks:
Main Lick:
e|0------------/4--------|0------------/4--------|
B|-----0--------------0--|-----0--------------0--|
G|-----0-----------------|-----0-----------------|
D|-----0-----------0-----|-----0-----------0-----|
E|0---------0------------|0---------0------------|
Chord Bm: Chord Dsus4:
e|---------0--------|-----------------0----------|
B|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
G|---------0--------|-----------------1----------|
D|---------0--------|-----------------2----------|
A|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
E|------------------|----------------------------|
Chord /: Chord /#: Chord /:
e|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
B|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
G|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
D|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
A|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
E|------------------|------4--|-----------5------|
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Play that big grand coulee dam
Nobody loves like an irishman
Bm Dsus4
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Lord I'm just a rolling stone
Rock my soul I wanna go home
Bm Dsus4
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Solo (I think it's not a problem to play that solo and i didn't tab it)
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Stackalee and a gamblin' man
Rock my soul in the bosom of abraham
Bm Dsus4
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Time just goes on rolling by
Lord I feel like I could cry
Bm Dsus4
Gone Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
End:
Slide from any fret ~~
e|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
B|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
G|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
D|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
A|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
E|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------|
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don’t crash the ambulance
Capo: 2
Intro:
| / | | /
| / | | /
don’t often open up this floor
since i handed in my gun
what all these keys are for
now my tour of duty’s done
you got to know the switches
now you got your turn
watch and learn junior
watch and learn
| / | | /
now you will get your
trouble spots
here’s one from
down voodoo way
bragged he had me
by the you-know-whats
very funny you don’t say
the big enchilada
stealing elections
had to go down there
trash collection
got his cojones
on my desk in there
made into a souvenir
set of cufflinks nice pair
the rest of him’s
someplace up here
sometimes you got to
put a shoulder to the door
not so fast junior
listen to your pa
here son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
whatever you do
| / | | /
what we have here’s
a dung hole place
thought it was fly shit
on the map
fat bastard ugly face
and the personal crap
you can’t move the barriers
you can’t mess with oil and gas
had to go down there
stick a couple
aircraft carriers
in his ass
fancy dress
medals chest
it’s all in here
for all the gigs
gas mask
bullet-proof vest
all the usual rigs
there’ll be things they missed
they didn’t mention
you’ve even
got a whistle in there
for attracting attention
| / | | /
well i think you’re gonna
be okay son
you’ve had the tour i guess
these two buttons
by the way
this one i hope
you never press
some holy fool just watch
who’s not like you or me
that one’s the whole
shooting match
right there
it’s the whole shitaree
we don’t forget
who put us here jack
that’s page one
we talk soft
but carry a big stick
and pack the biggest gun
we don’t like accidents
major or minor
you don’t want yourself
an incident
don’t ever invade china
here son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
here son
i’m handing over to you
don’t crash the ambulance
whatever you do
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(moins de barrés)