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1. 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
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T:_
T:3. Strophe
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T:_
T:Fade Out
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2. 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. | |
3. Be my Baby
Barry, Greenwich, Spector / The Ronettes: Presenting the Fabulous Ronettes (1963)
| D# | | Fm | A# |
| | The night we met I knew I | needed you | so, |
| D# | Fm | A# |
| And if I had the chance I'd | never let you | go |
| G7 | C7 |
| So won't you say you love me, | I'll make you so proud of me. |
| F7 | A# |
| We'll make 'em turn their heads | every place we go. |
| D# | Cm |
| So won't you | please (Be my, be my baby) be my little | baby. (My one and only baby) |
| G# |
| Say you'll be my | darling, (Be my, be my baby) |
| A# |
| Be my baby | now (My one and only baby) Ooh, ohh, ohh, oh. |
| I'll make you happy baby, just wait and see. | |
| For every kiss you give me I'll give you three. | |
| G7 | C7 |
| Oh, since the day I saw you | I have been waiting for you. |
| F7 | A# |
| You know I will adore you | Till eternity: |
| D# | Cm |
| So won't you | please (Be my, be my baby) be my little | baby |
| G# |
| (My one and only baby) Say you'll be my | darling |
| A# |
| (Be my, be my baby) Be my baby | now (My one and only baby) Ooh, ohh, ohh, oh. |
| So come on and please (Be my, be my baby) be my little baby. | |
| (My one and only baby) Say you'll be my darling | |
| (Be my, be my baby) be my baby now! (My one and only baby) Ooh, ohh, ohh, oh. | |
| (Be my, be my baby) Be my little baby (My one and only baby) Ooh-oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh-oh-oh, | |
| (Be my, be my baby) Oh-oh-oh, oohh, (My one and only baby) oh, oh, oh, oh, oooohh... | |
4. Friday, I'm in Love
Bamonte, Williams, Gallup, Smith, Thompson / The Cure: Wish (1992)
| |: | F | A# | F | C | Dm | A# | A# | C | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | |
| F | A# | F | C |
| I don't care if | monday's blue, | tuesday's grey and | wednesday too. |
| Dm | A# | F | C |
| Thursday I don't | care about you, it's | friday i'm in | love. |
| F | A# | F | C |
| Monday you can | fall apart, | tuesday, wednesday | break my heart. |
| Dm | A# | F | C |
| Thursday doesn't | even start, it's | friday i'm in | love. |
| A# | C | Dm | A# | F | C |
| Saturday | wait and | sunday always | comes too late, but | friday never | hesitate. |
| F | A# | F | C |
| I don't care if | monday's black, | tuesday, wednesday, | heart attack. |
| Dm | A# | F | C |
| Thursday never | looking back, it's | friday i'm in | love. |
| F | A# | F | C |
| Monday you can | hold your head, | tuesday, wednesday | stay in bed |
| Dm | A# | F | C |
| Or | thursday watch the | walls instead, it's | friday i'm in | love. |
| A# | C | Dm | A# | F | C |
| saturday | wait and | sunday always | comes too late but | friday never | hesitate. |
| Dm | A# | F |
| Dressed up to the | eyes, it's a wonderful sur | prise, |
| C | Dm |
| To see your | shoes and your spirits | rise. |
| A# | F |
| Throwing out your | frown and just smiling at the | sound |
| C | Dm |
| And as sleek as a | shriek spinning round and | round. |
| A# | F |
| always take a big bite, | it's such a gorgeous | sight |
| C | Dm |
| To see you | eat in the middle of the | night. |
| A# | F |
| you can never get enough, | enough of this | stuff. |
| C |
| it's friday i'm in | love. |
| I don't care if monday's blue, tuesday's grey and wednesday too. | |
| Thursday I don't care about you, it's friday i'm in love. | |
| Monday you can fall apart, tuesday, wednesday break my heart. | |
| Thursday doesn't even start, it's friday i'm in love. | |
5. 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, :| | |
6. I Wish I Knew How it Would Feel to be Free
Billy Taylor / Nina Simone: Silk & Soul (1967)
| A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A | A | A | D | A | A | E | B7 | E7 | E7 |
| ( | In | tro) | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A | F#dim | A | C#7 | F#m | F#dim | A | E9sus4 | A | A |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I | wish | I knew | how | it would | feel | to be | free, |
| D | A | D | A | E | B7 | E7 |
| I | wish | I could | break all the | chains | holding | me. |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I | wish | I could | say | all the | things that | I should | say, |
| F#dim | A | C#7 | F#m | F#dim | D | E9sus4 | A |
| Say 'em | loud, | say 'em | clear, | for the | whole | round world to | hear. |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I | wish | I could | share | all the | love that's | in my | heart, |
| D | A | D | A | E | B7 | E7 |
| Re | move | all the | bars that | keep | us a | part. |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I | wish | you could | know | what it | means | to be | me, |
| F#dim | A | C#7 | F#m | F#dim | D | E9sus4 | A |
| Then you'd | see | and a | gree that | every | man | should be | free. |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I | wish | I could | give | all I'm | long | in' to | give. |
| D | A | D | A | E | B7 | E7 |
| I | wish | I could | live like I'm | lon | gin' to | live. |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I | wish | I could | do | all the | things that | I can | do, |
| F#dim | A | C#7 | F#m | F#dim | D | E9sus4 | A |
| Though I'm | way | over | due | I'd be | star | tin' a- | new. |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I | wish | I could | be | like a | bird | in the | sky. |
| D | A | D | A | E | B7 | E7 |
| How | sweet | it would | be if I | found | I could | fly. |
| D | A | C#7 | F#m | A7 | D | E9 | A |
| I'd | soar | to the | sun | and look | down | at the | sea. |
| F#dim | A | C#7 | F#m |
| Then I'd | sing ' | cos I | know, yeah, |
| A | C#7 | F#m |
| Then I'd | sing | 'cos I | know, yeah, |
| A | C#7 | F#m | D | E9sus4 | A |
| Then I'd | sing | 'cos I | know, I'd | know | how it | feels. |
7. Sway / ¿Quien será?
Demetrio, Ruiz, Gimbel / Dean Martin (1954) / Pedro Infante (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. |
| 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? |
8. 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. |
9. 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) | | | | | | | | | | | | |
10. Let The Good Times Roll
Sam Theard / B.B. King: Jazz Festival Umel (1986)
| F |
| Hey, everybody, let's have some fun. You only live but once and when you're |
| Bb | F |
| dead you're done: Let the | good times roll, let the | good times roll. |
| C | Bb | F | C7 |
| I don't | care if you're young or old; | let’s get together, Let the | good times roll. | |
| F |
| Don't sit there mumblin', talkin' trash; If you wanna have a ball you gotta go out |
| Bb | F |
| And let the | good times roll, let the | good times roll. |
| C | Bb | F | C7 |
| I don't | care if you're young or old, | get together, Let the | good times roll. | |
| F |
| And let the good times roll, let the good times roll. |
| Bb | F |
| And let the | good times roll, let the | good times roll. |
| C | Bb | F | C7 |
| I don't | care if you're young or old, | get together, Let the | good times roll. | |
| F |
| Hey Mr. Landlord tell ya what to do: When the police come around tell 'em |
| Bb | F |
| they're invited too: Let the | good times roll, let the | good times roll. |
| C | Bb | F | C7 |
| I don't | care if you're young or old let’s | get together, Let the | good times roll. | |
| F |
| Don’t stand there mumbling, talking trash; If you wanta have a ball you gotta go out |
| Bb | F |
| and spend some cash: And let the | good times roll, let the | good times roll. |
| C | Bb | F | C7 |
| I don’t | care if your young or old, | get together and Let the | good times roll. | |
| F |
| Hey tell everybody, tell everybody that B.B. King is in town. |
| I got a dollar and a quarter just rarin' to clown. | |
| Hey don’t let nobody play me cheap, I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep, so | |
| Bb | F |
| Let the | good times roll, let the | good times roll. |
| C | Bb | F | C7 |
| I don't | care if you're young or old; | get together, Let the | good times roll. | |
| F |
| Yeahhhhhh, let the good times roll! |
11. Our House
Chris Foreman, Cathal Smyth / Madness: The Rise and Fall (1982)
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm | C | Gm |
| | | | | Father wears his Sunday | best, |
| Dm | Fm |
| Mother's tired she needs a rest, the | kids are playing up downstairs. |
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm |
| Sister's sighing in her | sleep, | Brother's got a date to keep; he | can't hang around. |
| D | Am | Em | Gm | D | Am | Em | Gm |
| Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street, Öur | house, | in the | middle of our... |
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm |
| Our house it has a | crowd, There's | always something happening, and it's | usually quite loud. |
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm |
| Our mum she's so house- | proud. | Nothing ever slows her down, and a | mess is not allowed. |
| D | Am | Em | Gm | D | Am | Em | Gm |
| Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street, Our | house, | in the | middle of our... |
| B | F#m | C#m | Em | B | B | F#m |
| Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street, | Something | tells you |
| C#m | Em | B |
| that you've | got to get a | way from | it. |
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm |
| Father gets up late for | work, | Mother has to iron his shirt, | then she sends the kids to school. |
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm |
| Sees them off with a small | kiss. | She's the one they're going to miss, in | lots of ways. |
| |: | G | F#m | A | Bm | :| |: | C | Gm | Dm | Fm | :| |
| | | | | | | | | | | |
| D | Am | Em | Gm | D | Am | Em | Gm |
| Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street, Our | house, | in the | middle of our... |
| C |
| I remember way back then, when everything was true, and when, |
| Gm |
| We would have such a very good time; |
| Dm | Fm | C |
| Such a | fine time, such a | happy time. And | I remember how we'd play, |
| Gm | Dm | Fm |
| Simply waste the day away, | then we'd say; Nothing would come be- | tween us; two | dreamers. |
| C | Gm | Dm |
| Father wears his Sunday | best, | Mother's tired she needs a rest, |
| Fm |
| the | kids are playing up downstairs. |
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm |
| Sister's sighing in her | sleep, | Brother's got a date to keep; he | can't hang around. |
| D | Am | Em | Gm | D | Am | Em | Gm | (B) |
| Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street, Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street. |
| B | F#m | C#m | Em | B | F#m | C#m | Em |
| Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street, Our | house, | in the | middle of our... |
| C | Gm | Dm | Fm | C | Gm | Dm | Fm | (C) |
| Our | house, | was our | castle and our | keep, Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street. |
| D | Am | Em | Gm | D | Am | Em | Gm | (B) |
| Our | house, | that was | where we used to | meet, Our | house, | in the | middle of our | street. |
12. 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 No Sunshine | 2 |
| Be my Baby | 3 |
| Friday, I'm in Love | 4 |
| Hit The Road, Jack | 12 |
| I Wish I Knew How it Would Feel to be Free | 6 |
| Let The Good Times Roll | 10 |
| Our House | 11 |
| Superstition | 9 |
| Sway / ¿Quien será? | 7 |
| Sweet Dreams / White Stripes Mashup | 8 |
| Tainted Love | 5 |
| These Boots are Made for Walkin' | 1 |
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