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1. Be OK
Ingrid Michaelson/Ingrid Michaelson: Be OK (2008)
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just wanna feel | something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just wanna | feel something | today. |
| F# | G | D | F# | G | A |
| Open me up and | you will | see, | I'm a gallery of | broken | hearts. |
| F# | G | D | E | G | D |
| I'm beyond repair, | let me | be, | And give me | back my broken | parts. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna know today, know today, know today, | I just want to | know something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to know today, know today, know today, | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
| F# | G | D | F# | G | A |
| Open me up and | you will | see, | I'm a gallery of | broken | hearts. |
| F# | G | D | E | G | D |
| I'm beyond repair, | let me | be, | And give me | back my broken | parts. |
| Bm | E | Em | Bm | Bm | E | Em | Bm |
| Just | give me | back my | pieces. - | Just | give them | back to | me please. |
| Bm | E | Em | Bm | Em | G | D |
| Just | give me | back my | pieces, - | And let me | hold my broken | parts. |
| D | n.c. | E | G | D |
| I just | wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just want to | feel something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to know today, know today, know today, | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
| E | G | D | (slow down) | E | G | D |
| Know that maybe | I will be O | K. | | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
2. Blame it on the Boogie
Mick Jackson, Dave Jackson, Elmar Krohn / the Jacksons (1978)
| D | Bm7 | G |
| D D F# F# | B B F# F# | E E F# F# G G G# A |
| Bm7 | D |
| My | baby's always dancin', And it | wouldn't be a bad thing: |
| G | D |
| But | I don't get no loving, And that's no | lie. |
| Bm7 | D |
| We | spent the night in Frisco At | every kind of disco, |
| G | A |
| And | from that night I kissed Our love good | bye. |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
| Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| Bm7 | D |
| That | nasty boogie bugs me, But | somehow it has drugged me. |
| G | D |
| Spellbound rhythm gets me On my | feet. |
| Bm7 | D |
| I've | changed my life completely, I've | seen the lightning leave me. |
| G | Asus4 |
| My | baby just can't take Her eyes off | me. |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
| Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| |: | D | D/A | D/A | Asus4 | :| 4x |
| |: | I just can't - | I just can't - | I just can't control my feet | | :| |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
| Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| D | Bm7 | G |
| D D F# F# | B B F# F# | E E F# F# G G G# A |
| Bm7 | D |
| This | magic music grooves me, That | dirty rhythm moves me, |
| G | D |
| The | devil's gotten to me Through this | dance. |
| Bm7 | D |
| I'm | full of funky fever, And | fire burns inside me. |
| G | Asus4 |
| Boogie's got me in a Super | trance. |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 |
| |:Don't blame it on | sunshine - Don't blame it on | moonlight - |
| C | D | :| |
| Don't blame it on | good times - Blame it on the | boogie. | :| |
| |: | D | Bbmaj7 | C | D | :| |
| |: | Sunshine - | Moonlight - | Good times - | Boogie. | :| |
| D | Bbmaj7 |
| Sunshine (You just gotta) - | Moonlight (You just wanna) - |
| C | D |
| Good times (Yeah, ohh) - | Boogie. (blame it on yourself) |
| D | Bbmaj7 |
| Sunshine (Ain't nobody's fault) - | Moonlight (But yours and that boogie)- |
| C | D |
| Good times (all night long) - | Boogie. (But yours and that funky boogie) |
X:1
T:Blame it on the Boogie: Tenor Saxofon
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:E
"D"e e G G "Bm7"c c G G | "G" F F G G A A ^A B |]
3. These Boots are Made for Walkin'
Nancy Sinatra
| Intro: | bass: | E | Eb | D | Db | C | B | Bb | A | Ab | G | Gb | F | E |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| E |
| You keep saying, you've got something for me, |
| Something you call love, but confess. | |
| A |
| You've been messing where you shouldn't be messing, |
| E |
| And now | someone else is getting all your best. |
| G | Em | G | Em |
| These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll | do, |
| G | Em | n.c. | E | ... | | E |
| One of these days these | boots | are gonna walk all over you. | - | | - | Yes! |
| E |
| You keep lying when you ought to be truthing, |
| And you keep losing when you ought to not bet, | |
| A |
| You keep sameing when you ought to be a-changing, |
| E |
| Now | what's right is right but you ain't been right yet. |
| G | Em | G |
| These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll do, |
| G | Em | - | E | ... | | E |
| One of these days these | boots are gonna | walk all over you. You! | - | | - | |
| E |
| You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing, and |
| you keep thinking that you'll never get burned , ha! | |
| A |
| I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah! |
| E |
| And | what he knows you ain't had time to learn. |
| G | Em | G | Em |
| These | boots are made for | walking - And | that's just what they'll | do, |
| G | Em | - | E | E |
| One of these days these | boots are gonna | walk all over you. | - - | |
| Are you ready boots? - Start walking! | |
X:1
T:These Boots are Made for Walking: Tenor Saxofon
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:F# treble
T:2. Strophe
[|:"E"F8|F8:||:"A"d8:|:"E"F8:|:"G"^A4"Em"F4:|"G"^A4"Em"F2z|]
T:_
T:3. Strophe
[|:"E"^C=C^C/z/ =C^CC=C^C/z/|^C=C^C/z/ =C^CC=C^C/z/:|
|:"A"^B=B^B/z/ =B^BB=B^B/z/:|:"E"^C=C^C/z/ =C^CC=C^C/z/:|:"G"AA2z "Em"FF2z:|"G"AA2z"Em"Fz3|]
T:_
T:Fade Out
"E"f[|: z (3cde f z (3cde f| z (3cde f z (3cde f:|]
4. Ain't Got No, I Got Life
James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt MacDermot / Nina Simone: 'Nuff Said (1968)
| Em | G |
| I ain't got no | home, ain't got no | shoes; |
| Em | G |
| Ain't got no | money, ain't got no | class; |
| D | Bm7 |
| Ain't got no | skirts, ain't got no | sweater; |
| Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Ain't got no | perfume, ain't got no | bed | - Ain't | got | no | mind, |
| Em | G |
| Ain't got no | mother, ain't got no | culture; |
| Em | G |
| Ain't got no | friends, ain't got no | schoolin'; |
| D | Bm7 |
| Ain't got no | love, ain't got no | name; |
| Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Ain't got no | ticket, ain't got no | token | - Ain't got no | god | | |
| C | Am |
| And what have I got? - | Why am I alive anyway? |
| Am | D7 |
| Yeah, what have I got? - | Nobody can take away? |
| G | C | G | C |
| Got my | hair, got my | head, Got my | brains, got my | ears, |
| G | D | Am | D |
| Got my | eyes, got my nose, got my | mouth - I got my | smile. | |
| G | C | G | C |
| I got my | tongue, | got my chin, Got my | neck, got my | boobies, |
| G | D | Am | D |
| Got my | heart, got my soul, got my | back - I got my | sex. | |
| Em | Bm | Em | Bm |
| I got my | arms, got my | hands, got my | fingers, got my | legs, |
| Em | Bm | Am | D | G |
| got my | feet, got my | toes, got my | liver; | - Got my | blood. |
| Am | C | D | G | C | G | C |
| I've got | life, - I've got my | free | dom. I've got | life. | | | |
| I've got life, and I am gonna keep it. | |
| G |
| I've got life, and nobody's gonna take it away. I've got | life! |
5. Sway
Demetrio, Ruiz, Gimbel / Dean Martin (1954)
| Gm | D | D7 | Gm |
| When marimba rhythms | start to play, | Dance with me, | make me sway. |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| Like a lazy ocean | hugs the shore, | Hold me close, | sway me more. |
| Gm | D | D7 | Gm |
| Like a flower bending | in the breeze, | Bend with me, | sway with ease. |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| When we dance you have a | way with me, | Stay with me, | sway with me. |
| F | A# |
| Other dancers may | be on the floor, Dear but my eyes will | see only you. |
| D | D# | D |
| Only you have the | magic technique, When we sway, I go | weak. | |
| n.c. | D | D7 | Gm |
| I can hear the sounds of | violins, | Long before, | it begins. |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| Make me thrill as only | you know how, | Sway me smooth, | sway me now. |
| F | A# |
| Other dancers may | be on the floor, Dear but my eyes will | see only you. |
| D | D# | D |
| Only you have the | magic technique, When we sway, I go | weak | |
| n.c. | D | D7 | Gm |
| I can hear the sounds of | violins, | Long before, | it begins. |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| Make me thrill as only | you know how, | Sway me smooth, | sway me now. |
¿Quien será? : Luis Demetrio / Pedro Infante (1954)
| Gm | D | D7 | Gm |
| Quién será la que me | quiera a mí, | quién será, | quién será? |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| Quién será la que me | dé su amor, | quién será, | quién será? |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| Yo no sé si la po | dré encontrar, | yo no sé, | yo no sé. |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| Yo no sé si volve | ré a querer, | yo no sé, | yo no sé. |
| F | A# |
| He querido vol | ver a vivir, la pasión y el ca | lor de otro amor, |
| D7 | Gm | F | D# | D7 |
| de otro amor que me hi | ciera sentir, que me hiciera fe | liz, como a | yer | lo | fui. |
| Gm | D | D7 | Gm |
| Quién será la que me | quiera a mí, | quién será, | quién será? |
| D | D7 | Gm |
| quién será la que me | dé su amor, | quién será, | quién será? |
6. Nah Neh Nah
(Dirk Schoufs, Dani Klein, Una Balfe) Vaya Con Dios : Night Owls (1990)
| | | C | | | Fm | | | | | C7 | | | C | | | Fm | | | | | C7 | | |
| | | //// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | | | //// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | | |
| C | Fm |
| I got | on the phone and called the girls. Said: "Meet me down at Curly Pearls, For a: |
| C | C7 |
| Ney, Nah Nah | Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| Fm |
| In my | high-heeled shoes and fancy fads I ran down the stairs hailed me a cab, Going: |
| C7 |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| C7 | Bb |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) Oh now, | Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) |
| When I pushed the door I saw Eleanor And Mary-Lou swinging on the floor, Going: | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
| Sue came in, in a silk sarong, She waltzed across as they played that song, I mean: | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) Oh now, Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
| | | C | | | Fm | | | | | C7 | | | | | Fm | | | | | C | C7 | | | | | | | Bb | | | | | C7 | | | C | | |
| | | //// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | |//// | | | // | // | |//// | |//// | | | //// | |//// | | | //// | |// | // | | |
| Annie was a little late. She had to get out of a date With a: | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah). | |
| Curly fixed another drink As the piano man began to sing That song: | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) Oh now, Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
| It was already half past three, But the night was young and so were we Dancing: | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
| Oh, Lord, did we have a ball! Still singing, walking down that hall That: | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
| Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) oh now, Ney, Nah Nah Nah (Ney, Nah Nah Nah) | |
7. Schöner fremder Mann
Athina Hosey, Hal Gordon, Jean Nicolas / Connie Francis (1961)
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D |
| ( | Ah-Ha- | Ha) | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh; | Oh-Oh- | Oh | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Du bist | lieb zu mir. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Denn ich | träum' von dir. |
| G | Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D |
| Doch am Tag gehst | du Mit | einer ander'n | Frau vor | bei! | | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, ... |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Du gehörst zu | ihr | Und ich | bin allein, |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Nur in meinem | Traum | Darf ich | glücklich sein. |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Glücklich sein mit | dir | Denn nur im | Traum gehörst du | mi- | i- | ir! |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D | G | Em |
| Und | werden auch | Jahre ver | gehen | Ich | weiß, ich | liebe nur | dich | |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D |
| Es | wird, so | lange ich | lebe | | Keinen andern geben für | mich! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Einmal | kommt die Zeit. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Und dann wird mein | Traum | Endlich | Wirklichkeit! |
| G | Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, Dann | fängt für uns die | Liebe | a-- | a-- | an! |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D | G | Em |
| Und | werden auch | Jahre ver | gehen, | Ich | weiß, ich | liebe nur | dich! | |
| C | D | G | Em | C | D |
| Es | wird, so | lange ich | lebe, | | Keinen andern geben für | mich! Oh, oh, oh, oh! |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, | Einmal | kommt die Zeit. |
| G | Em | C | D |
| Und dann wird mein | Traum | Endlich | Wirklichkeit! |
| G | Em | C | D | G |
| Schöner fremder | Mann, Dann | fängt für uns die | Liebe | an! |
| Em | C | D | G | Em | C | D |
| | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, | Oh, | Oh-oh, | Oooh- | Oh-oh-oh-oh, ... |
8. Tainted Love
Edward Cobb / Soft Cell : Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret (1981)
| Cm | D# | G# | D# | F | Cm | D# | G# | D# | F |
| Some | times, | I | feel, | I've | got to | | Run a | way, | I've | got to |
| Cm | D# | G# | D# | F | Cm | D# | G# | D# | F |
| | Get a | way, From | the | pain you | drive in | to the | heart | of | me. |
| Cm | D# | G# | D# | F | Cm | D# | G# |
| The | love | we | share, | | seems to | | Go no | where. |
| D# | F | Cm | D# | G# | D# | F | Cm | D# | G# | D# | F | Cm | D# | G# | D# | F |
| And | I've | lost | my | light, | | For I | toss | and | turn; | I | can't | sleep | at | night. | | |
| Cm | D# | G# |
| Once I ran to you, | now I run from you, | This tainted love you've given, |
| F |
| I | give you all a girl could give you. Take my tears and that's not nearly |
| Cm | D# | G# | D# | F | Cm | D# | G# | D# | F | Cm | D# | G# | D# | F |
| All, | | | Tain | ted | love, | Oh, | oh, | oh, | | | Tainted | love. | | |
| Now I know, I've got to Run away, I've got to Get away. | |
| You don't really want any more from me. To make things right, | |
| You need someone to hold you tight. | |
| And you think love is to pray, But I'm sorry, I don't pray that way. | |
| Once I ran to you, now I run from you, This tainted love you've given, | |
| I give you all a girl could give you. Take my tears and that's not nearly | |
| All, Tainted love, oh, oh, oh, Tainted love. | |
| Don't touch me, please, I can not stand the way you tease. | |
| I ove you, though you hurt me so, Now I'm going to pack my things and go. | |
| |: Tainted love, oh, oh, oh, Tainted love, oh, oh, oh. :| | |
| |: Touch me, baby, tainted love, :| | |
| |: Tainted love, oh, oh, oh, :| | |
9. Sweet Dreams / White Stripes Mashup
Pomplamoose feat. Sarah Dugas / Eurythmics (1983)
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| Sweet dreams are | made of | this | Who am I to | disa | gree? |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| I've Traveled the world and the | seven | seas. | Everybody's l | ooking for s | omething. |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| Some of them want to | use | you. | Some of them want to get | used by | you. |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| Some of them want to ab | use | you. | Some of them want to | be ab | used. |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| I'm gonna | fight 'em off | | A | seven nation army couldn't | hold me | back. |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| They're gonna | rip it off, | | Taking their | time right be | hind my | back. |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| And I'm | talking to my | self at | night, Because I can't for | get. | | |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| Back and forth through my | mind, Behind a ciga | rette. | And a message coming from my | eyes | says: |
| Cm | F |
| Hold your head up, movin' on. | Keep your head up, movin' on. |
| Cm | F |
| Hold your head up, movin' on. | Keep your head up! |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| |: | Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G | :| |
| |: | Mmhmmmm, | Mh m | Mh. | Mmhmmmm, | Mh m | Mh. | :| |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| Sweet dreams | are made of | this, | Who am I to | disa | gree? |
| Cm | G# | G | Cm | G# | G |
| I'veTraveled the world and the | seven | seas, | Everybody's l | ooking for | something. |
| Cm | G# | G |
| Mmhmmmm, | Mh mh | Mh. |
10. Club Tropicana
Michael, Ridgeley / Wham! : Fantastic (1983)
| F#m | B |
| Let me take you to the place Where | membership's a smiling face |
| F#m | B | F#m |
| Brush shoulders with the | stars, Where | strangers take you by the hand |
| B | F#m | B |
| And | welcome you to wonderland | From beneath their pan | amas. |
| B | D#m | B |
| Club Tropicana, drinks are | free. | Fun and sunshine - |
| D#m |
| There's enough for everyone. |
| B | D#m | B | D#m7 | Dm7 | C#m7 |
| All that's missing is the | sea, | But don't worry, | you can | sun | tan! |
| Castaways and lovers meet, Then kiss in Tropicana's heat, | |
| Watch the waves break on the bay. Oh, soft white sands, a blue lagoon, | |
| Cocktail time, a summer's tune, A whole night's holiday. | |
| Club Tropicana, drinks are free. Fun and sunshine - | |
| There's enough for everyone. | |
| All that's missing is the sea, But don't worry, you can suntan! | |
| F#m | B7 | F#m |
| Pack your bags and l | eave tonight, Don't | take your time. |
| B7 |
| Gotta m | ove your feet, Don't you miss the flight. |
| F#m11 | B7 | F#m11 | B7 | F#m11 | B7 |
| Cool | cool, | Cool | cool, | Cool | cool. |
| Club Tropicana, drinks are free. Fun and sunshine - | |
| There's enough for everyone. | |
| All that's missing is the sea, But don't worry, you can suntan! | |
| F#m11 | B7 | F#m11 | B7 | F#m11 | B7 | F#m11 | B7 |
| Cool | cool, | Cool | cool, | Cool | cool, | Cool Cool, | cool. |
11. Superstition
Stevie Wonder / Stevie Wonder: Talking Book (1972)
Intro Clavinet Riff
Em7 (A7) Em7 (A7) (4x)
d |------------||----------5-------------|-----------5----------|
A |-------5-7--||---7-5-7------7---5-h7--|------5-7----------5--|
E |-5-h7-------||-0----------------------|--5-7---------5-h7----|
| ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | Ver | y super | stitiou | | | s, | | | | writing's on the | wall, | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | Very super | stitiou | | | s, | | | | ladder's 'bout to | fall, | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | Thirteen month old | baby | | | , | | | | broke the looking g | lass, | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | Seven years of | bad luck, | | | | The | | | good things in your | past. | | | | | | | |
| B7 | C7 | B7 | A#7b5 | A7sus4 |
| When you be | lieve in | things that you | don't under | stand then you | suffer, |
| B7#5 | N.C. | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | Superstition ain't the | way, | | | yeh-eh- | yeh! | | | | | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| Ooh, | | | very super | stitious | | | , | | | | wash your face and h | ands, | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | Rid me of the | problem, | | | | do | | | all that you | can, | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | Keep me in a | daydream, | | | | | | | keep me going | strong | | | , |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | You don't wanna | save me, | | | | | | | Sad is my | song | | | - | | | | |
| B7 | C7 | B7 | A#7b5 | A7sus4 |
| When you be | lieve in | things you | don't under | stand then you | suffer, |
| B7#5 | N.C. | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | Superstition ain't the | way, | | | yeh-eh- | yeh! | | | | | | | |
| | | B7 | | | B7 | A#7b5 | | | A7sus4 | B7#5 |
| |( | bridge) | | | / / | / / | | | Ah------ | --! Ooh! |
riff
Em7 (A7) Em7 (A7) (2x)
d |-----------5-------------|-----------5----------|
A |----7-5-7------7---5-h7--|------5-7----------5--|
E |--0----------------------|--5-7---------5-h7----|
| ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | Very super | stitious | | | , | | | | nothing more to | say, | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | Very super | stitious | | | , | The | | | Devil's on his | way, | | | |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | | | Thirteen month old | baby, | | | hmm | | | | broke the looking | glass | | | , |
| Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| Seven | | | years of | bad luck, | | | | The | | | good things in your | past! | | | Umm- | hum! | | | |
| B7 | C7 | B7 | A#7b5 | A7sus4 |
| When you be | lieve in | things that you | don't under | stand then you | suffer, |
| B7#5 | N.C. | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) |
| | Superstition ain't the way, | | | | | | | | No, no | no! | | | | | | | |
| | | Emadd9 | A7 | | | Emadd9 | A7 | | | Emadd9 | A7 | | | Emadd9 | A7 | | |
| | | (Horn /riff)/ | / / | | | / / | / / | | | / / | / / | | | / / | / / | | |
| | | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | | | Em7 | ( | A7 | ) | | | Em7 |
| | | (riff) | | | | | | | | | | | | |
_________________ Zugabe(n) _________________
12. Ain't No Sunshine
Bill Withers / Bill Withers: Just As I Am (1971)
| C#m | C#m | G#m | B | C#m |
| There ain't no sunshine when she's | gone. | | | |
| C#m | C#m | G#m | B | C#m |
| It's not warm when she's a | way. | | | |
| G#m |
| There ain't no sunshine when she's | gone, |
| F#m |
| And she's always gone too | long, |
| C#m | G#m | B | C#m |
| Anytime she goes a | way. | | | |
| Wonder this time where she's gone. | |
| Wonder if she's gone to stay? | |
| Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, | |
| And this house just ain't no home, | |
| n.c. |
| And I know I know I know I know |
| I know I know I know I know... | |
| G#m | F#m |
| Hey, I ought to | leave the young thing a | lone, |
| C#m | G#m | B | C#m |
| There ain't sunshine when she's | gone. | | | |
| |: | C#m | G#m | B | C#m | G#m | B | G#m | F#m | C#m | G#m | B | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, | |
| Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, | |
| And this house just ain't no home, | |
| Anytime she goes away, Anytime she goes away, Anytime she goes away. | |
13. Sympathy For The Devil
Jagger, Richards / The Rolling Stones
| F | D# | A# | F |
| Please allow me to intro | duce myself, I'm a | man of wealth and | taste. |
| D# | A# | F |
| I've been around for | long, long years, stolen | many a man's soul and | faith. |
| D# | A# | F |
| I was 'round when | Jesus Christ had his | moments of doubt and | pain. |
| D# | A# | F |
| Made damn' sure that | Pilate washed his | hands and sealed his | fate. |
| C | F |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my | name, |
| C | F |
| But what's | puzzling you is the nature of my | game! |
| I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was the time for a change. | |
| Killed the Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. | |
| I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged, and the bodies stank. | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
| I watched with glee how your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made. | |
| I shouted out: "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all, it was you and me. | |
| Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, | |
| And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay. | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
| |: | | F | D# | A# | F | :| (x4) |
| | ( | so | lo) | | | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
| Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints. | |
| As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cos I'm in need of some restraint. | |
| So if you meet me have some courtesy, have sympathy and some taste. | |
| Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste. | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
14. Hit The Road, Jack
Percy Mayfield / Ray Charles (1961)
| Gm | F | Eb | D |
| / / | / / | / / | / / (repeat) |
| Gm | F | Eb | D | Gm | F | Eb | D |
| Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no | more, no | more, no | more, no | more |
| Gm | F | Eb | D | Gm | (...) |
| Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no mo- | o-o-o- | ore |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean | |
| You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen | |
| I'd have to pack my things and go | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this way | |
| Cause I'll be back on my feet some day | |
| Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood | |
| You ain't got no money you just ain't no good | |
| Well, I guess if you say so | |
| I'd have to pack my things and go | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Don't you come back no more - Uh, what'd you say? | |
| Don't you come back no more - I didn't understand you! | |
| Don't you come back no more - You can't mean that! | |
| Don't you come back no more - Oh, no baby, please! | |
| Don't you come back no more - What you tryin' to do to me? | |
| Don't you come back no more - Oh, don't treat me like that! | |
| Don't you come back no more - ... | |
| Ain't Got No, I Got Life | 4 |
| Ain't No Sunshine | 12 |
| Be OK | 1 |
| Blame it on the Boogie | 2 |
| Club Tropicana | 10 |
| Hit The Road, Jack | 14 |
| Nah Neh Nah | 6 |
| Schöner fremder Mann | 7 |
| Superstition | 11 |
| Sway | 5 |
| Sweet Dreams / White Stripes Mashup | 9 |
| Sympathy For The Devil | 13 |
| Tainted Love | 8 |
| These Boots are Made for Walkin' | 3 |
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