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1. Leaving on a Jetplane

John Denver / Peter, Paul & Mary

	D7	G	C	G	C
	All my	bags are packed, I'm	ready to go, I'm	standing here out	side the door

	G	Em	D	D7
I	hate to wake you	up to say good	bye.

	G	C	G	C
But the	dawn is breakin', it's	early morn', The	Taxi's waitin', he's	blowin' his horn.

	G	Em	D	D7
Al	ready I'm so	lonesome I could	die.

	G	C	G	C
So	kiss me and	smile for me,	Tell me that you'll	wait for me,

	G	Em	D	D7
	Hold me like you	never let me	go.

	G	C	G	C
'Cause I'm	leaving	on a jet plane,	Don't know when	I'll be back again.

	G		Em		D	D7
		Oh babe,		I hate to	go.

There's so many times I've let you down, So many times I've played around,

I tell you now they don't mean a thing.

Ev'ry place I go I'll think of you, Ev'ry song I sing I sing for you.

When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring.

So kiss me ...

Now the time has come to leave you, One more time let me kiss you,

Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.

Dream about the days to come, When I won't have to leave alone,

About the times I won't have to say.

So kiss me ...

2. When I'm Sixty-Four

Lennon, McCartney / the Beatles (1967)

	C	G7	C		G7
				When I get older, losing my hair, many years from	now,

	C
will you still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greetings,	bottle of wine?

	C7	F
If I'd been out 'til quarter to three,	would you lock the	door?

	Ab7	C	A7	D7	G7	C
Will you still	need me,	will you still	feed me,	when I'm	sixty-	four?

	Am	G	Am		E7	Am
				You'll be older,	too. (Aaah-	aah)

	Dm	F	G7	C	G7
And if you	say the word,	I could	stay with	you.

	C		G7
		I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have	gone.

	C
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings,	go for a ride.

	C7	G7
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,	who could ask for	more?

	Ab7	C	A7	D7	G7	C
Will you still	need me,	will you still	feed me,	when I'm	sixty-	four?

	Am	G	Am
	Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of	Wight, if it's not to	dear.

	E7	Am
We shall scrimp and	save. (and	save)

	Dm	F	G7	C	G7
Grandchildren	on your knee,	Vera,	Chuck, and	Dave.

	C		G7
		Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of	view.

	C
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely	wasting away.

	C7	G
Give me your answer, fill in a form -	mine forever	more.

	Ab7	C	A7	D7	G7	C	G7	C
Will you still	need me,	will you still	feed me,	when I'm	sixty-	four?

3. I Won't Back Down

Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne/Tom Petty: Full Moon Ever (1989); Johnny Cash: American III (2000)

	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
Well I	won't	back	down, no I	won't	back	down.

	Em	D	C
You can	stand me	up at the	gates of hell,

	Em	D	G
But I	won't	back	down.

	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
I'm gonna	stand	my	ground, won't be	turned	a-	round.

	Em	D	C
And I'll	keep this w	orld from	draggin' me down,

	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
Gonna	stand	my	ground, and I	won't	back	down.

	C	D	C	D
	Hey	baby,	there ain't no easy way	out!

	C	D	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
	Hey,	I will	stand	my	ground, and I	won't	back	down.

	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
Well I	know	what's	right, and I got	just	one	life.

	Em	D	C
In a	world that	keeps on	pushin' me around,

	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
But I'll	stand	my	ground, and I	won't	back	down.

	C	D	C	D
	Hey	baby,	there ain't no easy way	out!

	C	D	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
	Hey,	I will	stand	my	ground, and I	won't	back	down.

Solo

	\|:	Em	D	G		Em	D	G		:\|

	C	D	C	D
	Hey	baby,	there ain't no easy way	out!

	C	D	Em	D	G	Em	D	G
	Hey,	I will	stand	my	ground, and I	won't	back	down.

	Em	D	G
No, I	won't	back	down.

4. Dirty Old Town

Ewan MacColl (1946) / the Dubliners; the Pogues

	C	F	C
I	met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a	dream by the old ca	nal,

	F	G	C	G	Am
	Kissed	my	girl by the fact'ry wall, Dirty old	town, dirty old	town.

I heard a siren from the docks, Saw a train set the noght on fire,

Smelled the spring on the smoky wind, Dirty old town,dirty old town.

Clouds are drifting across the moon, Cats are prowling on their beat

Springs a girl from the streets at night, Diriy old town,dirty old town.

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe, Shining steel,tempered in the fire,

I'll chop you down like an old dead tree, Dirty old town,dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a dream by the old canal,

Kissed my girl by the fact'ry wall, Dirty old town, dirty old town...

5. At My Window

Townes van Zandt / Townes van Zandt: Flyin' Shoes (1978)

	D	G	D	A	D	G	D
	At my window	watching the	sun go,	Hoping the	stars know	it's time to	shine.

	D	G	D	A	D	G	D
	Daydreams -	aloft on	dark wings,	Soft as the	sun streams	at days de	cline.

	A	G	D
	Living is sying	dying says nothing at	all.

	A	G	D
	Babe and I are lying here	watching the evening	fall.

	D	G	D	A	D	G	D
	Time flows -	through brave be	ginnings,	And leaves her	endings	beneath our	feet.

	D	G	D	A	D	G	D
Walk	lightly -	upon their	faces,	Leave gentle	traces	upon their	sleep.

Living is dancing dyin's doin' nothing at all.

Babe and I are lying here watching the evening fall.

	D	G	D	A	D	G	D
	Three dimes -	hard luck and	good times,	Bad rhymes and	fine lines	not much to	say.

	D	G	D	A	D	G	D
	Feel fine -	feel low and	lazy,	Feel grey and	hazy,	feel far	away.

Living ain't lying dying ain't flying so high.

Babe and I are wandrin' watching the day go by.

6. Oh My Love

John Lennon / John Lennon: Imagine(1971)

	\|:	Am7		Bm		Am		G	:\|

	Am7	Bm	Am	G
	Oh my lover for the	first time in my life -	my eyes are wide	open.

	Am7	Bm	Am	C	G
	Oh my lover for the	first time in my life -	my	eyes can	see.

	Em	B7
	I see the wind, oh	I see the trees,

	Am	C	G	B7
	Everything is	clear in my	heart.

	Em	B7
	I see the clouds, oh	I see the sky,

	Am	C	G
	Everything is	clear in our	world.

	Am7	Bm	Am	G
	Oh my lover for the	first time in my life -	my mind is wide	open.

	Am7	Bm	Am	C	G
	Oh my lover for the	first time in my life -	my	mind can	feel.

	Em	B7
	I feel sorrow, oh	I feel dreams,

	Am	C	G	B7
	Everything is	clear in my	heart.

	Em	B7
	I feel life, oh	I feel love,

	Am	C	G
	Everything is	clear in our	world.

piano oulro

	Am7		Bm		Am		G

	Am7	Bm	Am	G
	Oh my lover for the	first time in my life -	my eyes are wide	open.

	Am7	Bm	Am	C	G
	Oh my lover for the	first time in my life -	my	eyes can	see.

7. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Robbie Robertson / The Band (1969)

	C	Am	C/G	F	F/E	Dm
		Virgil	Caine is the name, and I	served on the	Danville	train,

	Am	C/G	F	F/E	Dm
'	Til Stoneman's	Cavalry came and	tore up the	tracks a	gain.

	Am/E	F	C	Dm
	In the winter of	SixtyFive, We were	hungry, just	barely alive.

	Am/E	F	C	Dm	D
	By May the tenth	Richmond had fell, it's a	time I re	member, oh so	well,

	C/G	Fmaj7	C/G	Fmaj7
The	Night They	Drove Old Dixie	Down, and the	bells were ringing,

	C/G	Fmaj7	C/G	Fmaj7
The	Night They	Drove Old Dixie	Down, and the	people were singin'. They went

	C/G	Am	Gsus4	F
	Na, La, La,	La, La, La,	Na, La, La, La, La, La,	La, La,

	Am	C	F	F/E	Dm
	Back with my wife in	Tennessee, When	one day she	called to	me,

	Am	C	F	F/E	Dm
	"Virgil,	quick, come see,	there goes	Robert E.	Lee.

	Am/E	F	C	Dm
	Now I don't mind	choppin' wood, and	I don't care if the	money's no good.

	Am/E	F
	You take what you need and you	leave the rest,

	C	Dm	D
But they	never should have	taken the very	best.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went

Na, La, La, La, La, La, Na, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

	Am	C	F	F/E	Dm
	Like my father	before me,	I will	work the	land,

	Am	C	F	F/E	Dm
	Like my brother	above me,	who took a	rebel	stand.

	Am/E	F	C	Dm
	He was just eighteen,	proud and brave,	But a Yankee laid him	in his grave,

	Am/E	F
	I swear by the mud	below my feet,

	C	Dm	D
You	can't raise a Caine back	up when he's in de	feat.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing,

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the people were singin'. They went

Na, La, La, La, La, La, Na, La, La, La, La, La, La, La,

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, and the bells were ringing...

8. Across the Universe

Lennon & McCartney/the Beatles

	G	Em	Bm
	Words are flowing	out like endless	rain into a paper cup

	Am7	D7
They	slither while they pass they slip a	way across the universe

	G	Em	Bm
	Pools of sorrow	waves of joy are	drifting through my open mind

	Am7	Cm
Po	sessing and ca	ressing me

	G	D7
	Jai Guru Deva -	Om - Nothing's gonna change my world,

	C	G	D7
	Nothing's gonna change my	world.	Nothing's gonna change my world,

	C	G
	Nothing's gonna change my	world.

	G	Em	Bm
	Images of	broken light which	dance before me like a million

	Am7	D7
	eyes they call me on and on	across the universe

	G	Em	Bm
	Thoughts meander	like a restless	wind inside a letterbox

	Am7	D7
They	tumble blindly as they make their	way across the universe

Jai Guru Deva - Om - |: Nothing's gonna change my world :| (4x)

	G	Em	Bm
	Sounds of laughter	shades of light are	ringing through my open ears

	Am7	Cm
Ex	citing and in	viting me

	G	Em	Bm
	Limitless un	dying love which	shines around me like a million

	Am7	D7
	suns: It calls me on and on a	cross the universe

Jai Guru Deva - Om - |: Nothing's gonna change my world :| (4x)

	A
	Jai Guru Deva - Jai Guru Deva - Jai Guru Deva...

9. Eight Days A Week

Lennon, McCartney / the Beatles: Beatles for Sale (1965)

Intro

	D/ - /	D4/	D/ -	E/D / - /	E4/D /	E/D / -	G/D / - /	G4/D /	G/D / -	D /

	D	Em	G	D
	Ooh, I need your	love, babe,	guess you know it's	true.

	Em	G	D
Hope you need my	love, babe,	just like I need	you.

	Bm	Em	Bm	E
	Hold me,	love me,	hold me,	love me;

	D	Em	G	D
	Ain't got nothing but	love, babe,	eight days a	week.

	A	C	A	C	C7
	Eight days a week, I	lo-o-ove you -	Eight days a week, is	not enough to	show I care!

	D	Em	G	D
	Love you every	day, girl,	always on my	mind.

	Em	G	D
One thing I can	say, girl,	love you all the	time.

	Bm	Em	Bm	E
	Hold me,	love me,	hold me,	love me;

	D	Em	G	D
	Ain't got nothing but	love, babe,	eight days a	week.

	A	C	A	C	C7
	Eight days a week, I	lo-o-ove you -	Eight days a week, is	not enough to	show I care!

	D	Em	G	D
	Ooh, I need your	love, babe,	guess you know it's	true.

	Em	G	D
Hope you need my	love, babe,	just like I need	you.

	Bm	Em	Bm	E
	Hold me,	love me,	hold me,	love me;

	D	Em	G	D
	Ain't got nothing but	love, babe,	eight days a	week!

G

D

G

D

D/ - /

D4/

D/ -

E/D / - /

E4/D /

E/D / -

G/D / - /

G4/D /

G/D / -

D /

Eight days a

week!

-

Eight days a

week!

10. Girl

Lennon, McCartney / the Beatles (1965)

	Em	B7	Em	Em7
Is there	anybody	going to listen	to my	story

	Am	C	G		B7
	all about the	girl who came to	stay?

	Em	B7	Em	Em7
She's the	kind of girl you	want so much it	makes you	sorry

	Am	C	G		B7
	Still, you don't re	gret a single	day.

G

Bm

Am

D7

G

Bm

Am

D7

Ah

gi-i

rl,

gi-i

rl.

When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her,

She will turn to me and start to cry.

And she promises the earth to me and I believe her,

after all this time I don't know why.

Ah, girl, girl.

bridge

	Am	E	Am		E		Am
	She's the kind of girl who puts you	down when friends are there, you feel a	fool.

	Am	E	Am	C
	When you say she's looking good she	acts as if it's understood.	She's coo-oo-	ool!

G

Bm

Am

D7

G

Bm

Am

D7

gi-i

rl,

gi-i

rl.

Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?

Did she understand it when they said:

that a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure,

Will she still believe it when he's dead?

Ah girl, girl, girl!

11. Help!

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: HELP! (1965)

	Am	F
	Help! I need somebody	Help! Not just anybody

	D	G
	Help! You know I need someone,	Help!

	G	Em
	When I was younger, so much	younger than today,

	C	Am	C	F	G
I	never needed	anybody's	help in	any	way.

	G	Em
	But now those days are gone I'm	not so self-assured,

	C	Am	C	F	G
	Now I find I've	changed my mind, I've	opened	up the	door.

	Am	Am/G	F	F/E
	Help me if you can I'm feeling down,	and I	do appreciate you being '	round.

	D	G	Em	G
	Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you	please	please help	me.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,

My independence seemed to vanish in the haze.

But every now and then I feel so insecure,

I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you being 'round.

Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you please please help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,

I never needed anybody's help in any way.

But now those days are gone I'm not so self-assured,

Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the door.

Help me if you can I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you being 'round.

Help me get my feet back on the ground, won't you please please help me.

Help me, help me, oooh.

12. Here Comes the Sun

George Harrison / the Beatles: Abbey Road (1969)

	G	Cmaj7
	Here comes the sun, do do do do.

	A7	G	C	G	C	G	D7	G	G7
Here comes the	sun, and I say; it's	all right

	G	C6	D7
	Little darling,, it's been a	long, cold, lonely	winter.

	G	C6	D7
	Little darling, it feels like	years since it's been	here.

Here comes the sun, do do do do.

Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right.

Little darling, the smiles returning to their faces.

Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.

Here comes the sun, do do do do.

Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right.

Bridge

	Bb	F	C	G	D7
	Su-	un,	sun,	sun, here it	comes!

Su-un, sun, sun, here it comes!

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting.

Little darling, it feels like years since it's been clear.

Here comes the sun, do do do do.

Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

13. Hey Jude

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles (1967)

	G	D	D7	D7sus4	D7	G
Hey	Jude, don't make it	bad, take a	sad	song and	make it	better!

	C	G	D7	G
Re	member to let her into your	heart, Then you can	start to make it	better.

	G	D	D7	D7sus4	D7	G
Hey	Jude, don't be a	fraid, you were	made to	go	out and	get her!

	C	G	D7	G
The	minute you let her under your	skin, Then you be	gin to make it	better!

	G7	C	C/B	Am	D7	G
	And anytime you feel the	pain, Hey	Jude, re	frain, Don't carry the	world upon your	shoulders!

	G7	C	C/B	Am	D7	G
	For well now you know that it's a	fool who	plays it	cool By making his	world a little	colder.

	G	G7	D7
	Na-na-na	na-na	na-na-na

	G	D	D7	D7sus4	D7	G
Hey	Jude, don't let me	down, You have	found	her, now	go and	get her!

	C	G	D7	G
Re	member to let her into your	heart, Then you can	start, to make it	better!

	G7	C	C/B	Am	D7	G
So	let it out and let it	in, Hey	Jude, be	gin; You're waiting for	someone to per	form with!

	G7	C	C/B	Am	D7	G
	And don't you know that it's just	you, Hey	Jude, You'll	do, The movement you	need is on your	shoulders.

	G	G7	D7
	Na-na-na	na-na	na-na-na, yeah!

	G	D	D7	D7sus4	D7	G
Hey	Jude, don't make it	bad, take a	sad	song and	make it	better!

	C	G	D7	G
Re	member to let her into your	heart, Then you can	start to make it	better, better, better, better! Oooh!

	G	F	C	G	F
	Na-na-na	Nana-na-na,	Nana-na-na, Hey	Jude! Na-na-na	Nana-na-na, ...

14. I Am The Walrus

Lennon, McCartney/the Beatles: Magical Mystery Tour (1967)

(intro)

B

A

D

G

F

Bb

E

E7

D

D7

|

/ / / / | / /

/

/ |

/ /

/

/ |

/ / / / |

	A	A/G	C	D	E	A	A/G
	I am he as	you are he as	you are me and	we are	all to	gether

	C	D	A
	See how they run like pigs from a gun see	how they fly; I'm	crying!

	A	A/G	D/F#	Fmaj7	G	A	A/G
	Sitting on a cornflake			waiting for the	van to	come.

	F	B
	Corporation tee shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday,	Man you've been a naughty boy you let your face grow long!

	C	D	E
I am the	egg-man, they are the	egg-men, I am the	Walrus - Goo goo g'joob!

	A	A/G	C	D	E	A	A/G
	Mister city	p'liceman sitting	pretty little	p'lice men in a	row;

	C	D	A
	See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky see	how they run: I'm	crying!

	Dsus4	A	E	D	D7
I'm cry-	ing I'm	crying - I'm	cry-	ing!

	A	A/G	D/F#	Fmaj7	G	A	A/G
	Yellow matter custard			dripping from a	dead dog's	eye.

	F	B
	Crab a locker fishwife, pornographic priestess,	Boy you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down!

C

D

E

B

A

D

G

F

Bb

E

E7

D

D7

I am the

egg-man, they are the

egg-men, I am the

Walrus - Goo goo g'joob!

	B	A	G	F	E
	Sitting in an	English	garden waiting	for the	sun.

	F	B7
	If the sun don't	come you get a tan from standing in the English rain

	C	D	E
I am the	egg-man, they are the	egg-men, I am the	Walrus - Goo goo g'joob!

	A	A/G	C	D	E	A	A/G
	Expert, texpert,	choking smokers,	don't you think the	joker laughs at	you?

	C	D	A
	See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see	how they snied: I'm	crying!

	A	A/G	D/F#	Fmaj7	G	A	A/G
	Semolina Pilchard			climbing up the	Eiffel	Tower.

	F	B
	Element'ry penguin singing Hare Krishna.	Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe!

	C	D	E
I am the	egg-man, they are the	egg-men, I am the	Walrus - Goo goo g'joob!

Goo goo g'joob! Goo goo goo...

15. I'm Only Sleeping

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: Revolver (1966)

	Em	Am	G	C	G	B7
	When I wake up early in the	morning;	Lift my	head	I'm still	yawning.

	Em	Am	G	C	G	C	Am
	When I'm in the middle of a	dream;	Stay in	bed	Float up	stream.

	G	Am	Bm	Am
	Please don't wake me;	No, don't shake me;	Leave me where I	am,

	Am	Cmaj7	(Bass-Riff)
	I'm only	sleeping...

	Em	Am	G	C	G	B7
	Everybody seems to think I'm	lazy;	I don't	mind, I	think they're	crazy.

	Em	Am	G	C	G	C	Am
	Running everywhere at such a	speed; '	Til they	find,	There's no	need.

	G	Am	Bm	Am
	Please don't spoil my	day, I'm miles	away, And after	all,

	Bm	Cmaj7
	I'm only	sleeping...

Bridge

	Dm7	E	Am	Am/G	F
	Keeping an eye on the	world going by my	window,		taking my time

	E7	Am	G	C	G	B7
	Lying there and staring at the	ceiling;	Waiting	for - a	sleepy	feeling

Solo

	Em	Am	G	C	G	C

	G	Am	Bm	Am
	Please don't spoil my	day; I'm miles	away, And after	all:

	C
I'm only	sleeping...

	E7	Am	G	C	G	B7
	When I wake up early in the	morning;	Lift my	head	I'm still	yawning.

	Em	Am	G	C	G	C	Am
	When I'm in the middle of a	dream;	Stay in	bed	Float up	stream.

	G	Am	Bm	Am
	Please don't wake me;	No, don't shake me;	Leave me where I	am,

	Am	Cmaj7
	I'm only	sleeping...

16. I'm so Tired

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: White Album (1968)

	A	G#7	D	E7	A	F#m7	D	E7
I'm	so	tired, I	haven't slept a	wink, I'm	so	tired, my	mind is on the	blink.

	A	E+	F#m	Dm
I	wonder should I	get up and	fix myself a	drink, no, no, no!

	A	G#7	D	E7	A	F#m7	D	E7
I'm	so	tired, I	don't know what to	do, I'm	so	tired, my	mind is set on	you.

	A	E+	F#m	Dm
I	wonder should I	call you but I	know what you would	do...

	A
	You say, I'm putting you on but it's no joke, it's doing me harm, you know I

	E7
	can't sleep, I can't stop my brain, you know it's three weeks, I'm going insane,

	D	A
you know I'd	give you everything I've got for a little peace of	mind.

	A	G#7	D	E7	A	F#m7	D	E7
I'm	so	tired, I'm	feeling so up	set. Al	though I'm so	tired, I'll	have another ciga	rette

	A	E+	F#m	Dm
and	curse Sir Walter	Raleigh, he was	such a stupid	get.

	A
	You say, I'm putting you on but it's no joke, it's doing me harm, you know I

	E7
	can't sleep, I can't stop my brain, you know it's three weeks, I'm going insane,

	D	A
you know I'd	give you everything I've got for a little peace of	mind.

	D	A
	Give you everything I've got for a little peace of	mind.

Am6

17. Lady Madonna

Lennon/ McCartney

	E	A	E	A
	Lady Ma	donna,	children at your	feet

	E	A	E	C	D	E
	Wonder how you	manage	to make		ends	meet

	A	E	A
Who finds the	money	when you pay the	rent

	E	A	E	C	D	E
	Did you think that	money	was	hea	ven	sent?

	Am	D
	Friday night arrives without a	suitcase

	G	Em
	Sunday morning creeping like a	nun

	Am	D7
	Monday's child has learned to tie his	bootlace

	G	Am6	B7
	See	how they'll	run

	E	A	E	A
	Lady Ma	donna,	baby at your	breast

	E	A	E	A
	Wonder how you	manage to	feed the	rest

	E	A	E	A
	Lady Ma	donna,	lying in your	bed

	E	A	E	C	D	E
	Listen to the	music	playing	in	your	head

	Am	D
	Tuesday afternoon is never	ending

	G	Em
	Wednesday morning papers didn't	come

	Am	D
	Thursday night your stockings needed	mending

	G	Am6	B7
	See	how they'll	run

	E	A	E	A
	Lady Ma	donna,	children at your	feet

	E	A	E	A
	Wonder how you	manage to	make ends	meet

18. Maxwell's Silver Hammer

Lennon, McCartney / the Beatles: Abbey Road (1969)

	D	B7	Em
	Joan was quizzical,	studied pataphysical	science in the home,

	A7	D	A
	late night all alone with a test tube,	oh, oh, oh,	oh.

	D	B7	Em
	Maxwell Edison,	majoring in medicine,	calls her on the phone.

	A7	D	A
	Can I take you out to the pictures,	Jo-o-o-o	an?

	E7	A7
But,	as she's getting ready to go, a	knock comes from the door:

	D	E7
	Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came	down upon her head.

	A7	Em	A7	D
	Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer made	sure that	she was	dead.

	D	B7	Em
	Back in school again,	Maxwell plays the fool again,	teacher gets annoyed.

	A7	D	A
	Wishing to avoid an unpleasant	sce-e-e-	ene.

	D	B7	Em
	She tells Max to stay	when the class has gone away,	so he waits behind.

	A7	D	A
	Writing fifty times "I must not be	so-o-o-	o.

	E7	A7
But,	when she turns her back on the boy, he	creeps up from behind:

	D	E7
	Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came	down upon her head.

	A7	Em	A7	D
	Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer made	sure that	she was	dead.

	D	B7	Em
	P.C. thirtyone	said "We've caught a dirty one.",	Maxwell stands alone.

	A7	D	A
	Painting testimonial pictures,	oh - oh, oh -	oh.

	D	B7	Em
	Rose and Valerie,	screaming from the gallery,	say he must go free.

	A7	D	A
The	judge does not agree And he tells them	so-o-o-	o.

	E7	A7
But,	as the words are leaving his lips, a	noise came from behind:

	D	E7
	Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer came	down upon his head.

	A7	Em	A7	D
	Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer made	sure that	he was	dead.

19. Norwegian Wood

Lennon, McCartney / the Beatles (1965)

	E	A	E	A	E	A	E	A	E
	I	once had a	girl	or should I	say	she once had	me?

	E	A	E	A	E	A	G	A	E
	She	showed me her	room	isn't it	good	Norwegian	wood?

	Em	A
She	asked me to stay and she told me to sit any	where.

	Em	F#m	B7
So	I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a	chair.

	E	A	E	A	E	A	E
	I	sat on a	rug	biding my	time	drinking her	wine

	E	A	E	A	E	A	E
	We	talked until	two	and then she	said	it's time for	bed

	\|:	E	A	E	A	E	A	E	:\|

	Em	A
She	told me she worked in the morning and started to	laugh

	Em	F#m	B7
I	told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the	bath

	E	A	E	A	E	A	E
	And	when I	awoke	I was	alone	this bird had	flown

	E	A	E	A	E	A	E
	So	I lit a	fire	isn't it	good	Norwegian	wood

20. Nowhere Man

John Lennon/Paul McCartney

	C	G	F	C
	He's a real	nowhere man,	Sitting in his	nowhere land,

	F	Fm	C
	Making all his	nowhere plans for	nobody.

	C	G	F	G
	Doesn't have a	point of view,	Knows not where he's	going to,

	F	Fm	C
	Isn't he a	bit like you and	me?

	Em	F	Em	F
Nowhere	man, please	listen, You don't	know what you're	missing,

	Em	F	G
Nowhere	man, the	world is at your command.

guitar

C

G

F

C

F

Fm

C

	C	G	F	C
	He's as blind as	he can be,	Just sees what he	wants to see,

	F	Fm	C
	Nowhere man can	you see me at	all?

	Em	F	Em	F
Nowhere	man, don't	worry, Take your	time, don't	hurry,

	Em	F	G
Leave it	all 'till	somebody else lends you a hand.

	C	G	F	C
	Doesn't have a	point of view,	Knows not where he's	going to,

	F	Fm	C
	Isn't he a	bit like you and	me?

	Em	F	Em	F
Nowhere	man, please	listen, You don't	know what you're	missing,

	Em	F	G
Nowhere	man, the	world is at your command.

	C	G	F	C
	He's a real	nowhere man,	Sitting in his	nowhere land,

	F	Fm	C
	Making all his	nowhere plans for	nobody,

	F	Fm	C
	Making all his	nowhere plans for	nobody,

	F	Fm	C
	Making all his	nowhere plans for	nobody.

21. Octopus's Garden

Richard Starkey / the Beatles: Abbey Road (1969)

	E	C#m
	I'd like to be	under the sea

	A	E	B7
In an	Octopus's	Garden in the	shade.

	E	C#m
	He'd let us in,	knows where we've been,

	A	E	B7
In his	Octopus's	Garden in the	shade.

	C#m	B
	I'd ask my friends to come and see

	A	B7
	An Octopus's	Garden with me.

	E	C#m
	I'd like to be	under the sea

	A	B7	E
In an	Octopus's	Garden in the	shade.

We would be warm below the storm

In our little hideaway beneath the waves.

Resting our head on the sea bed

In an Octopus's Garden near a cave.

We would sing and dance around

Because we know we can't be found.

I'd like to be under the sea

In an Octopus's Garden in the shade.

Solo

We would shout and swim about

The coral that lies beneath the waves.

Oh, what joy for every girl and boy

Knowing they're happy and they're safe.

We would be so happy, you and me.

No one there to tell us what to do.

I'd like to be under the sea

In an Octopus's Garden with you.

22. The Fool on the Hill

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: Magical Mystery Tour (1968)

	D	G	D	(	Bm	)	G
	Day after day,	alone on a hill, The	man with the foolish		grin	is keeping	perfectly still,

	Em	A	D	Bm	Em	A
But	nobody wants to	know him, they can	see that he's just a	fool, And	he never gives an	answer.

	Dm	Bb
But the	fool on the hill sees the	sun going down

	C	Am	Dm	D
And the	eyes in his head see the	world spinning	round...

	D	G	D	G
	Well on the way	head in a cloud, the	man of thousand voices talking	perfectly loud,

	Em	A	D	Bm	Em	A
But	nobody ever	hears him, or the	sound he appears to	make, And	he never seems to	notice.

	Dm	Bb
But the	fool on the hill sees the	sun going down

	C	Am	Dm	D
And the	eyes in his head see the	world spinning	round...

flute

	D	G	D	G

	Em	A	D	Bm	Em	A
And	nobody seems to	like him, they can	tell what he wants to	do, And	he never shows his	feelings.

	Dm	Bb
But the	fool on the hill sees the	sun going down

	C	Am	Dm	D
And the	eyes in his head see the	world spinning	round...

	D	G	D	G
	Oh,	around and round -	Oh,	around and round...

	Em	A	D	Bm	Em	A
	he never listens	to them, he	knows that they're the	fools -	They don't	like him.

	Dm	Bb
But the	fool on the hill sees the	sun going down

	C	Am	Dm	D
And the	eyes in his head see the	world spinning	round...

	D	G	D	G
	Oh,	around and round -	Oh,	around and round...

23. We Can Work It Out

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles

	D	Em	D	Em	C	D
	Try to see it	my	way - Do I have to	keep on talking	till I can't go	on?

	D	Em	D	Em	C	D
	While you see it	your	way - Run the risk of	knowing that our	love may soon be	gone!

	G	D	G	A
	We can work it	out -	We can work it	out!

	D	Em	D	Em	C	D
	Think of what you're	say-	ing - You can get it	wrong and still you	think that it's all	right!

	D	Em	D	Em	C	D
	Think of what I'm	say-	ing - We can work it	out and get it	straight or say good	night!

	G	D	G	A
	We can work it	out -	We can work it	out!

Bridge

	Bm	G	F#7
	Life is very short and there's no	ti--	me

	Bm	Bm/A	Bm/G	Bm/F#
For fussing and	fighting my	friend.

	Bm	G	F#7
	I have always thought that it's a	cri--	me

	Bm	Bm/A	Bm/G	Bm/F#
So I will	ask you	once	again:

	D	Em	D	Em	C	D
	Try to see it	my	way - Only time will	tell if I am	right or I am	wrong.

	Em	D	Em	C	D
While you see it	your	way - There's a chance that	we might fall a	part before too	long!

	G	D	G	A
	We can work it	out -	We can work it	out!

Bridge

	Bm	G	F#7
	Life is very short and there's no	ti--	me

	Bm	Bm/A	Bm/G	Bm/F#
For fussing and	fighting my	friend.

	Bm	G	F#7
	I have always thought that it's a	cri--	me

	Bm	Bm/A	Bm/G	Bm/F#
So I will	ask you	once	again:

	D	Em	D	Em	C	D
	Try to see it	my	way - Only time will	tell if I am	right or I am	wrong.

	Em	D	Em	C	D
While you see it	your	way - There's a chance that	we might fall a	part before too	long!

	G	D	G	A
	We can work it	out -	We can work it	out!

	D	Em	D

24. With a Little Help from my Friends

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (1967)

	D	A	Em	A	D
	What would you	think if I	sang out of tune, Would you	stand up and walk out on	me?

	D	A	Em	A	D
	Lend me your	ears and I'll	sing you a song, And I'll	try not to sing out of	key.

	D	C	G	D
	Oh, I get	by with a little	help from my	friends,

	D	C	G	D
	Mm, I get	high with a little	help from my	friends.

	D	C	G	D
	Mm, gonna	try with a little	help from my	friends.

	A

	D	A	Em	A	D
	What do I	do when my	love is away, Does it	worry you to be a	lone?

	D	A	Em	A	D
	How do I	feel by the	end of the day, Are you	sad because you're on your	own?

	D	C	G	D
	No, I get	by with a little	help from my	friends,

	D	C	G	D
	Mm, I get	high with a little	help from my	friends.

	D	C	G	D
	Mm, gonna	try with a little	help from my	friends.

bridge

	Bm	E	D	C	G
Do you	need any	body? - I	need some	body to	love.

	Bm	E	D	C	G
Could it	be any	body? - I	want some	body to	love.

	D	A	Em	A	D
	Would you be	lieve in a	love at first sight? Yes, I'm	certain that it happens all the	time.

	D	A	Em	A	D
	What do you	see when you	turn out the light? I can't	tell you but I know it's	mine.

	D	C	G	D
	Oh, I get	by with a little	help from my	friends,

	D	C	G	D
	Mm, I get	high with a little	help from my	friends.

	D	C	G	D
	Oh, Im gonna	try with a little	help from my	friends.

bridge

	Bm	E	D	C	G
Do you	need any	body? - I	need some	body to	love.

	Bm	E	D	C	G
Could it	be any	body? - I	want some	body to	love.

	D	C	G	D
	Oh, I get	by with a little	help from my	friends,

	D	C	G	D
	Mm, gonna	try with a little	help from my	friends.

	D	C	G	D
	Oh, I get	high with a little	help from my	friends.

	D	C	G
	Yes, I get	by with a little help from my	friends,

	Bb	C	D
With a little help from my	frie-	ee-	ends.

25. You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

Lennon & McCartney / the Beatles: Help (1965)

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C
	Here I	stand	head in	hand,	turn my face to the	wall

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C	D
	If she's	gone I	can't go	on,	feeling two foot	sm	al	l

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C
	Every	where	people	stare	each and every	way

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C	D	D/C	D/B	D/A
	I can	see them	laugh at	me	and I hear them	say

	G	C	Dsus	D	D6	D
	Hey you got to	hide your love	away

	G	C	Dsus	D	D6	D
	Hey you got to	hide your love	away

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C
	How can	I	even	try,	I can never	win

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C	D
	Hearing	them	seeing	them	in the state I'm	in

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C
	How could	she	say to	me	love will find	away

	G	D	F	G	C	F	C	D
	Gather	round	all you	clown,	let me hear you	say	ay	ay

	G	C	Dsus	D	D6	D
	Hey you got to	hide your love	away

	G	C	Dsus	D	D6	D
	Hey you got to	hide your love	away

26. To Love Somebody

Barry & Robin Gibb / Bee Gees: Bee Gees 1st (1967), Eric Burdon & the Animals: Love Is (1968)

	G	Am
	There's a light, a	certain kind of light,

	C	G	F	G
	That never shone on	me.	I want my life to	be -

	D	C
Here with with	you - To live with	you!

	G	Am
	There's a way - I know	everybody says:

	C	G	F	G
	Just to do every thing that I	can!	But what good will it	do -

	D	C
If I can't have	you - if I can't have	you, Baby!

	G	D	C	G
	You don't know what it's	like, You	just don't know what it's	like!

	D	C	G
To love some	body, to love some	body - The way I	love you.

solo

	G	Am
	Mmm, in my brain - I	see your face again.

	C	G	F	G
	I know my frame of	mind,	you ain't got to be so	blind -

	D	C
And I'm	blind, so so so very	blind!

	G	Am
	I'm a man, can't you	see what I am?

	C	G	F	G
I	live and I breathe for	you!	But what good does it	do -

	D	C
If I ain't got	you - Ain't got	you, Baby!

You don't know what it's like, You just don't know what it's like!

To love somebody - To love somebody - The way I love you.

You don't know what it's like, You just don't know what it's like!

	D	G
To love somebody - To love somebody - The way I love you.	No no no no no	no

You don't know what it's like, You just don't know what it's like!

To love somebody - To love somebody - The way I love you.

27. Rock And Roll Music

Chuck Berry / Chuck Berry (1957)

	A	A
	Just let me hear some of that	Rock And Roll Music,

Any old way you choose it;

	D7
It's got a	back beat, you can't loose it,

	A	A7
	Any old time you	use it.

	E7
It's	gotta be Rock Roll Music,

	E7	A
	if you wanna dance with	me,

	E7	A
	if you wanna dance with	me.

	A	E7
	I've got no kick against	modern jazz

	A
unless they try to play it	too darn fast

	D
and change the beaty of the	melody

	E7
until it sounds just like a	symphony

That's why I go just for that Rock and Roll Music,

Any old way you choose it;

It's got a back beat, you can't loose it,

Any old time you use it.

It's gotta be Rock Roll Music,

if you wanna dance with me,

if you wanna dance with me.

I took my love on over 'cross the tracks

So she could hear a man a-wailin' sax.

I must admit they had a rockin' band

And they were blowin' like a hurrican'.

That's why I go just for that Rock And Roll Music...

Way down south they had a jubilee

the rockin' folks they gave a jamburee

drinkin' home-brewn from a wooden cup

man, you should have seen them all shook up!

That's why I go just for that Rock And Roll Music...

Don't care to hear 'em play a tango,

I'm in the mood to dig a mambo;

It's way to early for a congo,

So keep a rockin' that piano

So I can hear some of that Rock And Roll Music...

That's why I go just for that Rock And Roll Music...

28. Roll Over Beethoven

Chuck Berry

	E	E
	I'm gonna write a little letter,	Gonna mail it to my local DJ.

	A	A	E
It's a	rockin' rhythm record I	want my jockey to	play.

	B	B	E
Roll	over Beethoven, I	gotta hear it again to	day.

You know, my temperature's risin' And the jukebox blows a fuse.

My heart's beatin' rhythm And my soul keeps on singin' the blues.

Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues.

I think I'm rollin' arthritis Sittin' down by the rhythm review.

Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.

bridge

	E	E
	well, if you feel you like it -	go get your lover, then reel and rock it.

	E	A	A	E
	roll it over and	move on up just -	a trifle further and	reel and rock it, roll it over,

	E	B
	roll	over Beethoven rockin' in two by two.

Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin'

Don't you step on my blue suede shoes.

Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle, Ain't got nothin' to lose.

Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news.

You know she wiggles like a glow worm, Dance like a spinnin' top.

She got a crazy partner, Oughta see 'em reel and rock.

Long as she got a dime the music will never stop.

Roll over Beethoven,

Roll over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.

29. Speedy Gonzales

Kaye, Hill, Lee / Pat Boone (1962)

It was a moonlight night in old Mexico

I walked along between some old adobe haciendas

Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl:

	D	Bm		G		A7
La la	la, la la la la la la	la	La la la la la la	la	La la la la la la	la

	D	Bm
You'd better come home, Speedy Gon	zales - Away from Cannery	Row

	G	A7
Stop all your	drinkin' - With that floozie named	Flo

	D	Bm
Come on home to your a	dobe - And slap some mud on the	wall

	G	A7		D
The roof is leakin' like a	strainer	-	There's lots of roaches in the	hall

	G	D
Speedy Gon	zales (Speedy Gonzales) - Why don't you come	home?

	G	A
Speedy Gon	zales (Speedy Gonzales) - How come you leave me all a	lone?

Hey, Rosita! I have to go shopping downtown for my mother. She needs some tortillas and chili peppers!

	D	Bm		G		A7
La la	la, la la la la la la	la	La la la la la la	la	La la la la la la	la

	D	Bm
Your dog is gonna have a	puppy - And we're runnin' out of	Coke

	G	A7
No enchiladas in the	icebox - And the television's	broke

	D	Bm
I saw some lipstick on your	sweatshirt - I smell some perfume in your	ear

	G	A7		D
Well, if you're gonna keep a-	messin'	-	Don't bring your business back-a	here

	G	D
Speedy Gon	zales (Speedy Gonzales) - Why don't you come	home?

	G	A
Speedy Gon	zales (Speedy Gonzales) - How come you leave me all a	lone?

Hey, Rosita, come quick! Down at the Cantina they've got some green stamps with tequila!

	D	Bm		G		A7
La la	la, la la la la la la	la	La la la la la la	la	La la la la la la	la

Capo IV

30. I'm the Urban Spaceman

N. Innes / Bonzo Dog Band: Tadpoles (1969)

	G	A	C	D	G

	G	A	C	D	G
	I'm the urban spaceman baby,	I've got speed;	I've got	everything I	need.

	G	A	C	D	G
	I'm the urban spaceman, baby,	I can fly; I'm a	super	sonic	guy.

	Em	C	G
	I don't need pleasure, I	don't feel	pain.

	C	G	A	D
	If you were to	knock me down - I'd	just get up	again!

	G	A	C	D	G	G	A	C	D	G
	I'm the urban spaceman babe and -	I'm making out -	I'm	all a	bout!

	Em	C	G
I	wake up every morning with a	smile upon my	face.

	C	G	A	D	G	A	C	D	G
My	natural ex	uberance spills	out all over the	place.

	G	A	C	D	G
	I'm the urban spaceman I'm	intelligent and clean,	Know	what I	mean?

	G	A	C	D	G
	I'm the urban spaceman, as a	lover second to none,	It's a	lot of	fun!

	Em	C	G
	I never let my friends down, I've	never made a	boob.

	C	G	A	D
	I'm a glossy	magazine, an	advert in the	tube.

	G	A	C	D	G	G	A	C	D	G
	I'm the urban spaceman babe, but	here comes the twist:	I	don't e	xist!

31. San Franciscan Nights

Burdon, Briggs, Weider, Jenkins, McCulloch / Eric Burdon & the new Animals

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Spoken:

	Em
	This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco

Who may not know it, but they are beautiful - and so is their city

This is a very personal song, so if the viewer cannot understand it -

particularly those of you who are European residents - save up

all your bread and fly Trans-Love Airways to San Francisco, USA

Then maybe you'll understand the song

It will be worth it - if not for the sake of this song

But for the sake of your own peace of mind

	C	Em/B	Am	G
	/	/ / /	/ /	/ /

	C	Em/B	Am	G	C	Em/B	Am	G
	Strobe light's	beam	creates	dreams	Walls	move	minds do	too

	D	F	C
On a	warm San Fran	ciscan	night

	C	Dm	F	C	D	F	C
	Old child,	young child,	feel all	right On a	warm San Fran	ciscan	night

Angels sing, leather wings Jeans of blue, Harley-Davidsons too

On a warm San Franciscan night

Old angels, young angels feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night

	Fm	Em
	I wasn't born there -	Perhaps I'll die there

	F	G	G/F		G/D		G/B		G/G
	There's no place left to	go	-						San Francisco...

Instrumental break

	D	F	C	C	D	F	C	Dm	F	C
	/ /	/ /	/ / / /	/ /	/ /	/ /	/ /	/ /	/ /	/ / / /

Cop's face is filled with hate Heavens above, he's on a street called Love

When will they ever learn

Old cop, young cop feel all right On a warm San Franciscan Night

The children are cool - They don't raise fools

It's an American dream - Includes Indians, too

Capo: III

32. Sky Pilot

Burdon, Briggs, Weider, Jenkins, McCulloch / Eric Burdon & the new Animals

(a capella)

He blesses the boys as they stand in line

They smell of gun grease and their bayonets they shine

He's there to help them all that he can

To make them feel wanted, he's a good holy man

	G	C	G	G	C	G	Am	G
	Sky -	pi	lot,	Sky -	pi	lot!	How high can you	fly?

	Am	G
You'll	never (never) (never) reach the	sky!

	Am	C
He	smiles at the young soldiers, tells	them it's all right

	Am	C
He	knows of their fear in the	forthcoming flight

	Am	C
	Soon there'll be blood and	many will die

	Am	D
	Mothers and fathers back	home they will cry

Sky-pilot, Sky-pilot! How high can you fly?

You'll never (never) (never) reach the sky!

He mumbles a prayer and it ends with a smile

The order is given, they move down the line

But he stay'll behind and he'll meditate

But it won't stop the bleeding or ease the hate

As the young men move out into the battle zone

He feels good, with God you're never alone

He feels so tired and he lays on his bed

Hopes the men will find courage in the words that he said

Sky-pilot, Sky-pilot! How high can you fly?

You'll never (never) (never) reach the sky!

Interlude (guitar, pipes, strings)

G

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C

(repeat 4x)

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(repeat 4x)

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/ / / / / / /

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/ / / / / / /

/

You're soldiers of God, you must understand

The fate of your country is in your young hands

May God give you strength, do your job real well

If it all was worth it, only time it will tell

In the morning they returned with tears in their eyes

The stench of death drifts up to the skies

A young soldier so ill looks at the Sky Pilot

Remembers the words, "Thou shalt not kill"

|: Sky-pilot, Sky-pilot! How high can you fly?

You'll never (never) (never) reach the sky! :|

	Am	C	G
You'll	never (never)	(never) reach the	sky...

33. When I Was Young

Burdon, Briggs, Weider, Jenkins, McCulloch / Eric Burdon & the new Animals

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	\|:	Em	(riff)	:\|		Em	D
					The	rooms were so much	colder then;

	Em	D	Em	D
My	father was a	soldier then; And	times were very	hard

	Em	(riff)	Em/D	Em	(riff)
When I was	young	- When	I was	young

I smoked my first cigarette at ten;

And for girls I had a bad yen;

And I had quite a ball - When I was young

	G	Em
When	I was young it was	more important

	G	Em	D
	Pain more painful,	laughter much louder,	yeah

	Em	(riff)	D	Em	(riff)
When I was	young	- When	I was	young

I met my first love at thirteen

She was brown and I was pretty green

And I learned quite a lot

When I was young - When I was young

Instrumental break

	Gm		F	Gm		F	Gm		F		Gm
	/ / / /		/ / / /	/ / / /		/ / / /	/ / / /		/ / / /		/ / / / / / / /

	Bb	Gm
When	I was young it was	more important

	Bb	Gm	F
	Pain more painful,	laughter much louder,	yeah

	Gm	(riff)
When I was	young

	Gm	F	Gm	F
My	faith was so much	stronger then;	I believed in	fellow men

	Gm	F	Gm
	And I was so much	older then - When I was	young

	F	Gm
	When I was	young - When I was young...

34. Wasn't Born To Follow

Carol King & Gerry Goffin / the Byrds: The Notorious Byrd Brothers (1968)

	\| :	C		G	:\|	C

	G	C	G	C
Oh I'd	rather go and	journey where the	diamond crests are	flowing and

	G	C	G	C
	Run across the	valley be	neath the sacred	mountains

	D
and	Wander through the forest

	C
Where the	trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in colors

	D	G		C		G		C
That	no-one knows the	names of.

	G	C	G	C
And	when it's time I'll	go and wait bes	ide a legend	ary fountain

	G	C	G	C
	Till I see your	form reflected	in it's clear and	jeweled water

	D
And	if you think I'm ready

	C
You may	lead me to the castles where the rivers of our vision

	D	G		C		G		C
Flow	into one an	other.

	\|	D	/ / / \| / / / / \| . . .	\|	\| :	C		G	:\|	C
	\|		(solo)	\|

	G	C	G	C
	I will want to	die beneath the	white cascading	waters

	G	C	G	C
She may	beg she may	plead she may	argue with her	logic

	D
And	then she'll know the things I lose

	C
That	really have no value in the end she will surely know

	D	G		C		G		C
I	wasn't born to fol	low.

Capo I

35. A Boy named Sue

Shel Silverstein / Johnny Cash: At San Quentin (1969)

	A	D7
Well My	daddy left home when I was three -- And he	didn't leave much to Ma and me

	E7	A
Just	this old guitar and an empty bottle of	booze. -- Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid

	D7	E7	A
But the	meanest thing that he ever did -- Was be	fore he left, he went and named me '	Sue'.

Well, he must have thought that that was quite a joke -- And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folks,

It seems I had to fight my whole life through. -- Some gal' would giggle and I'd get red

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, -- I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue'.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, -- My fist got hard and my wits got keen,

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. -- But I made me a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars -- And kill that man that give me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July -- And I just hit town and my throat was dry,

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. -- At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud, -- Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue'.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad -- From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. -- He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold -- And I said: "My name is 'Sue'! how do you do?

Now you gonna die!" - Yeah, that's what I told him!

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes -- And he went down, but, to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. -- But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street -- Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you, I've fought tougher men -- But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. -- I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, -- He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

He said: "Son, this world is rough -- And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough

And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along. -- So I give you that name and I said good-bye

I knew you'd have to get tough or die -- And it's that name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight -- And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. -- But you ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya' guts and the spit in ya' eye -- Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'."

Yeah; what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun -- And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I come away with a different point of view. -- And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win, -- And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him

Bill or George! Any damn' thing but Sue! -- I still hate that name!

36. Ghost Riders In The Sky

Stan Jones / Johnny Cash: Silver (1979)

	Am	C
An	old cowboy went ridin' out one	dark and windy day.

	Am	C
U	pon a ridge he rested as he	went along his way.

	Am
	When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw:

	F	Am
	Plowin' through the ragged skies, and	up a cloudy draw.

	Am	C
	Their brands were still on fire and their	hoofs were made of steel.

	Am	C
Their	horns were black and shiny and their hot	breath he could feel.

	Am
A	bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky;

	F
For he	saw the riders comin' hard, and he heard their mournful cry:

	Am	C	Am	C	F	Am
	Yippie-I-	ay,	yippie-I-	oh -- The	ghost riders in the	sky!

solo

	Am	C
Their	faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their	shirts all soaked with sweat.

	Am	C
He's	ridin' hard to catch that herd, but he	ain't caught 'em yet'.

	Am
'Cause they	got to ride forever on that range up in the sky,

	F	Am
On	horses snorting fire as they	ride on hear their cry!

	Am	C
As the	riders loped on by him he	heard one call his name:

	Am	C
"If you	wanna to save your soul from hell a-	ridin' on our range,

	Am
Then	cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride,

	F	Am
Tryin' to	catch the devil's herd a	cross these endless skies!"

Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-oh - Ghost riders in the sky (3x)...

37. Give My Lve to Rose

Johnny Cash

Bass Intro:

--|-v-----v-----------v-----v--| A-|-0--2--3--4--4--4--3--2--0--|

	A	E	A
I	found him by the	railroad track this	morning

	A	E	A
I	could see that	he was nearly	dead

	D	A
	I knelt down beside him and I	listened

	E
	Just to hear the words the dying fellow said

	A	E	A
	He said they let me out of	prison down in	Frisco

	A	E	A
	For ten long years I've	paid for what I've	done

	D	A
	I was trying to get back to Louisi	ana

	E	A
	To see my Rose and get to know my	son

	D	A
	Give my love to Rose please won't you	mister

	E	A
	Take her all my money, tell her to	buy some pretty clothes

	D	A
	Tell my boy his daddy's so proud	of him

	E	A
	And don't forget to give my love to	Rose

	A	E	A	A	E	A
	Tell them I said	thanks for waiting	for me -	Tell my boy to	help his mom at	home

	D	A	E
	Tell my Rose to try to find	another -	For it ain't right that she should live alone

	A	E	A	A	E	A
	Mister here's a	bag with all my	money -	It won't last them	long the way it	goes

	D	A	E	A
	God bless you for finding me this	morning -	And don't forget to give my love to	Rose

	D	A
	Give my love to Rose please won't you	mister

	E	A
	Take her all my money, tell her to	buy some pretty clothes

	D	A
	Tell my boy his daddy's so proud	of him

	E	A
	And don't forget to give my love to	Rose

38. If I Were A Carpenter

Tim Hardin / Johnny Cash

	D	C
	If I were a	carpenter

	G	D
	and you were a	lady,

	D	C
	Would you marry me	anyway?

	G	D
	Would you have my	baby?

	D	C
	If a tinker	were my trade

	G	D
	would you still	find me,

	D	C
	carrying the	pots I made,

	G	D
	following be	hind me.

	C	D
	Save my love through	loneliness,

	C	D/F#
	Save my love for	sorrow,

	D	C
	I'm givin' you my	onlyness,

	G	D
	Come give me your's to	morrow.

If I worked my hands in wood,

Would you still love me?

Answer me babe, "Yes I would,

I'll put you above me."

If I were a miller

at a mill wheel grinding,

would you miss your color box,

and your soft shoe shining?

Save my love...

If I were a carpenter

and you were a lady,

Would you marry me anyway,

Would you have my baby?

Would you marry anyway,

Would you have my baby?

39. Man in Black

Johnny Cash

	G	A
Well, you	wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my	back,

	C	G	C	G	A	D		D7
And	why does my ap	pearance seem to	have a sombre	tone,Well, there's a	reason for the things that I have	on.

	G	A
I	wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of	town.

	C	G	C	G	A	D		D7
I	wear it for the	prisoner, who has	long paid for his	crime, But is	there because he's a victim of the	times.

	G	A
I	wear the black for those who've never read, Or listened to the words that Jesus	said,

	C	G	C	G	A	D		D7
A	bout the road to	happiness, through	love and chari	ty, Why you'd	think he's talking straight to you and	me.

	G	A
Well, we're	doin' mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak-of-lightnin' cars and fancy	clothes,

	C	G	C	G	A	D		D7
But	just so we're re	minded, of the	ones who are held	back, Up	front there ought'a be a man in	black.

	G	A
I	wear it for the sick and lonely old, For the reckless ones, whose bad trip left them	cold,

	C	G	C	G	A	D		D7
I	wear the black in	mournin' for the	lives that could have	been, Each	week we lose a hundred fine young	men.

	G	A
I	wear it for the thousands who have died, Believin' that the Lord was on their	side!

	C	G	C	G	A	D		D7
I	wear it for an	other hundred	thousand who have	died, Be	lievin' that we all were on their	side.

	G	A
Well, there's	things that never will be right, I know, and Things need changin' ev'rywhere you	go,

	C	G	C	G	A	D		D7
But '	til we start to	make a move, to	make a few things	right, You'll	never see me wear a suit of	white.

	G	A
Oh, I'd	love to wear a rainbow every day, and Tell the world that ev'rything's	OK!

	C	G	C	G	A	D7	G
But I'll	try to carry	off a little	darkness on my	back, 'Til things are	brighter,	I'm the man in	black.

40. One

Bono, Adam Clayton, The Edge, Larry Mullen /Johnny Cash (2000)

	Am		D		F		G
	/	/	/	/	/	/	/	/

	Am	D	F	G	Am
	Is it getting	better	Or do you feel the	same

	D	F	G
Will it make it	easier on you now	You got someone to	blame

	C	Am	F
You say	One love	- One life	-

	C
When it's one need	- in the night

	Am
It's one love - We got to	share it -

	F	C
It	leaves you baby - If you don't	care for it!

	Am / D / F / G

Did I disappoint you, Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

You act like you never had love; And you want me to go without!

Well it's too late - tonight -

To drag the past out - into the light

We're one - but we're not the same -

We got to carry each other - carry each other

-One-

Have you come here for forgiveness, Have you come to raise the dead?

Have you come here to play Jesus To the lepers in your head?

Did I ask too much - more than a lot?

You gave me nothing - now it's all I got!

We're one - but we're not the same!

We hurt each other - then we do it again!

You say:

Bridge

	C	Am
	Love is a temple.	Love the higher law.

	C	Am
	Love is a temple.	Love the higher law.

	C	G
	You ask me to enter.	But then you make me crawl.

	F
And I can't be holding on	To what you got

	C
When all you got is	hurt

One love - One blood - One life - You got to do what you should

One life - With each other - Sisters - Brothers

One life - But we're not the same

We got to carry each other - Carry each other

One - One.

41. A Thing Called Love

Jerry Hubbard / Johnny Cash

	C	Bb	F	G
		Huuh	Laah A Thing called	Love

	C
Six-foot-	six, he stood on the ground,

He weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds,

	F	G	C
But I saw that	giant of a man brought	down to his knees by	love.

	C
	He was the kind of a man that would gamble on luck,

Look you in the eye and never back up,

	F	G	C
But I saw him	cryin' like a little whipped	pup' because of	love.

	C	F
	You can't see it with your eyes; hold it in your	hand;

	Em	Am
But like the	wind that covers our	land;

	F	G
Strong enough to	rule the heart of any man, This thing called	love.

	C	F
It can lift you	up; never let you	down;

	Em	Am
Take your	world and turn it all	around.

	C	G	C
Ever since	time nothing's ever been	found, That's stronger than	love.

	Bb	F	G
	Huuh	Laah A Thing called	Love

Most men are like me, they struggle in doubt,

They trouble their minds, they in and they out,

Too busy with livin' to worry about a little word like love.

But when I see a mother's tenderness,

As she holds her young close to her breast,

Then I thank God that the world's been blessed, With a thing called love.

You can't see it with your eyes...

Ever since time nothing's ever been found,

That's stronger than love...

42. I Walk the Line

Johnny Cash (1956)

	Intro:	E	A	D	A	E	B7	E

	E	B7	E
	I keep a	close watch on this heart of	mine

	B7	E
I keep my	eyes wide open all the	time.

	A	E
I keep the	ends out for the tie that	binds

	B7	E	A
Because you're	mine, I walk the	line!

	A	E7	A
	I find it	very, very easy to be	true

	E7	A
I find my-	self alone when each day is	through

	D	A
Yes, I'll	admit that I'm a fool for	you

	E7	A	D
Because you're	mine, I walk the	line!

	D	A7	D
	As sure as	night is dark and day is	light

	A7	D
I keep you	on my mind both day and	night

	G	D
And happi-	ness I've known proves that it's	right

	A7	D	A
Because you're	mine, I walk the	line!

	A	E7	A
	You've got a	way to keep me on your	side

	E7	A
You give me	cause for love that I can't	hide

	D	A
For you I	know I'd even try to turn the	tide

	E7	A	E
Because you're	mine, I walk the	line!

	E	B7	E
	I keep a	close watch on this heart of	mine

	B7	E
I keep my	eyes wide open all the	time.

	A	E
I keep the	ends out for the tie that	binds

	B7	E
Because you're	mine, I walk the	line!

43. Like The 309

Johnny Cash / Jhnny Cash: American V - A Hundred Highways (2006)

	A	-
		It should be a while before I see doctor death, So it would sure be nice if I could get my breath.

	A	-
		Well I'm not the crying nor the whining kind, 'Til I hear the whistle of the Three-Oh-Nine.

	-	D	A	C	A
	Of the Three-Oh-	Nine, of the Three-Oh-	Nine. Put me and my box on the	Three-Oh-	Nine.

	A	C	A
	Take me to the depot, Put me to bed, Blow an electric fan on my	knarly old	head.

	A	C	A
	Everybody take a look, see I'm doing fine, Then load my box on the	Three-Oh-	Nine.

	D	A	C	A
On the Three-Oh-	Nine, on the Three-Oh-	Nine. Put me and my box on the	Three-Oh-	Nine.

	(solo I) \|:	A		C		A	:\|

	A	C	A
	Hey sweet baby kiss me hard, Draw my bath water,	Sweep my	yard.

	A	C	A
	Give a drink of my wine to my Jersey cow, I wouldn't give a hootin' hell for my	journey	now

	D	A
On the Three-Oh-	Nine, On the Three-Oh-	Nine.

	A	C	A
	I hear the sound of a railroad train, The whistle blows and I'm	gone	again.

	A	C	A
	It will take me higher than a Georgia pine, Stand back children it's a	Three-Oh-	Nine.

	D	A	C	A
It's a Three-Oh-	Nine, It's a Three-Oh-	Nine. Put me and my box on a	Three-Oh-	Nine.

	(solo II) \|:	A		C		A	:\|

	A	C	A
	A chicken in the pot, A turkey in the corn, I haven't felt this good since	jubilee	morn'.

	A	C	A
	Talk about luck, well I got mine, Asthma comin' down like the	Three-Oh-	Nine.

	A	C	A
	Write me a letter, sing me a song, Tell me all about it what	I did	wrong.

	A	C	A
	Meanwhile I will be doing fine, Then load my box on the	Three-Oh-	Nine.

	D	A	C	A
On the Three-Oh-	Nine, On the Three-Oh-	Nine. Gonna get outta here on the	Three-Oh-	Nine.

44. Hit The Road, Jack

Percy Mayfield / Ray Charles (1961)

	Am	G	F	E
	/ /	/ /	/ /	/ / (repeat)

	Am	G	F	E	Am	G	F	E
Hit the	road,	Jack and	don't you come	back no	more, no	more, no	more, no	more

	Am	G	F	E	Am	(...)
Hit the	road,	Jack and	don't you come	back no mo-	o-o-o-	ore

What'd you say?

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

Woo!

Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean

You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen

I guess if you say so

I'd have to pack my things and go

That's right!

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

What'd you say?

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

That's right!

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

What you say?

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

Well

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 - ...

45. Proud Mary

John Fogerty / Creedence Clearwater Revival (1969)

	C / / - /	A / -	C / / - /	A / -	C / / - /	A /	G /	F / / - / /	D /

	D
	Left a good job in the city, Workin for the man every night and day

And I never lost a minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been.

	A	Bm
	Big wheel keep on turnin' -	Proud Mary keep on burnin',

D

A

D

C

A

C

A

C

A

G

F

D

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on a

ri-

ver.

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans,

But I never saw the good side of the city, 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

Big wheel a-keep on turnin' - Proud Mary keep on burnin',

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

If you come down to the river, Bet you gonna find some people who live,

You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give.

Big wheel a-keep on turnin' - Proud Mary keep on burnin',

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.

46. Suzie Q.

Dale Hawkins / Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)

	Intro:	E7

	E7
	Oh, Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q,

	A	C7	B7	E7
Oh Suzie	Q, baby I love	you,	Suzie	Q!

	E7
	I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk.

	A	C7	B7	E7
I like the way you	walk, I like the way you	talk,	Suzie	Q!

	SOLO 1:	E7

	E7
	Say that you'll be true, say that you'll be true!

	A	C7	B7	E7
Say that you'll be	true and never leave me	blue	Suzie	Q!

	E7
	Say that you'll be mine, say that you'll be mine!

	A	C7	B7	E7
Say that you'll be	mine, baby, all the	time	Suzie	Q!

	SOLO 2:	E7
		huh - huh - huh

Oh, Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q, Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you, Suzie Q!

I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk.

I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Suzie Q!

Oh, Suzie Q, oh Suzie Q, Oh Suzie Q, baby I love you, Suzie Q!

	SOLO 3:	E7

	PART II:	E7	D	C7	E7	D	C7	E7

SOLO 4:

E7

D

C7

E7

D

C7

B7

E7

D

C7

E7

47. Les champs élysées

Pierre Delanoe / Joe Dassin

intro:

Dm

G7

C

Am

Dm

G

C

	C	E7	Am	C7
Je m'	baladais sur l'	avenue,	le coeur ouvert à l'	inconnu.

	F	C	D7	G7
J'	avais envie de	dire bonjour à n'	importe	qui

	C	E7	Am	C7
N'	importe qui et	ce fut toi, je	t'ai dit n'	importe quoi,

	F	C	Dm	G7	C
Il	suffisait de	te parler, pour t'	appri	voi	ser.

	C	E7	Am	C7	F	C	D7	G7
	Aux	Champs-Ély	sées,	--	aux	Champs-Ély	sées!

	C	E7	Am	C7
	Au soleil,	sous la pluie,	à midi ou	à minuit,

	F	C	Dm	G7	C
	Il y a tout ce que	vous voulez aux	Champs-	Ély	sées.

	C	E7	Am	C7
	Tu m'as dit "J'ai	rendez-vous dans	un sous-sol a	vec des fous,

	F	C	D7	G7
Qui	vivent la	guitare à la main, du	soir au ma	tin".

	C	E7	Am	C7
A	lors je t'ai ac	compagnée, on	a chanté, on	a dansé

	F	C	Dm	G7	C
Et l'	on n'a même	pas pensé à	s'em	bras	ser

Aux Champs-Élysées, -- aux Champs-Élysées!

Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit,

Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées.

	C	E7	Am	E7
Hi	er soir deux	inconnus et	ce matin sur l'	avenue,

	F	C	D7	G7
Deux	amoureux tout	étourdis par	la longue	nuit.

	C	E7	Am	C
Et	de l'Étoile à	la Concorde, un	orchestre à	mille cordes,

	F	C	Dm	G7	C
Tous	les oiseaux du	point du jour, chan	tent	l'a	mour

Aux Champs-Élysées...

G5

C5/9

48. Catch the Wind

Donovan

	G5	C5/9
In the	chilly hours and	minutes

	G5	C5/9
of un	certainty I	want to be

	G5	C	D	G	D
	in the warm hold	of your	lovin'	mind.

	G5	C5/9
To	feel you all a	round me,

	G5	C5/9
and to	take your hand a	long the sand,

	G5	C	D	G	D
Ah,	but I may as well	try and	catch the	wind.

	Am	Em	C	D	D7
	De de de dee, de	De de de dee, de	De de de dee, de	Dee de	Dee

When sundown pales the sky

I want to hide a while behind your smile

And ev'rywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.

For me to love you now

would be the sweetest thing, t'would make me sing,

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

De de de dee...

When rain has hung the leaves with tears

I want you near to kill my fears

To help me to leave all my blues behind.

Standin' in your heart

is where I want to be and long to be,

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

49. The Ballad Of A Crystal Man

Donovan Leitch / Donovan: Fairytale (1965)

C/G'

F

C/E'

G/D'

C/C'

G/D'

C/E'

F

C/G'

F

C/E'

G/D'

C/C'

	C/G'	F	C/E'	G/D'	C/C'	G/D'	C/E'	F
	Walk along and	talk along, And	live your lives quite	freely.

	C/G'	F	C/E'	G/D'	C/C'	G/D'	C/E'
But	leave our children	with their toys, Of	peppermint and	candy.

	C/G'	F	C/E'	G/D'	C/C'
For	seagull, I don't	want your wings,	I don't want your	freedom, in a	lie.

Your thoughts they are of harlequin, Your speeches of quick-silver.

I read your faces like a poem, Kaleidoscope of hate words.

For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie.

On the quilted battle-fields of soldiers, Dazzling made of toy tin.

The big bomb, like a child's hand, Could sweep them dead just so to win.

For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie.

As you fill your glasses, With the wine of murdered Negroes.

Thinking not of beauty that, Spreads like morning sun-glow.

For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie.

I pray your dreams of vivid screams, Of children dying slowly.

And as you polish up your guns, Your real self be re-flecting.

For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie.

solo:

C/G'

F

C/E'

G/D'

C/C'

G/D'

C/E'

F

C/G'

F

C/E'

G/D'

C/C'

Vietnam; your latest game, You're playing with your blackest Queen.

Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.

For seagull, I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom, in a lie.

C/B

50. Goldwatch Blues

Mick Softley / Donovan: Fairytale (1965)

Capo IV

	Am	C	C/B	Am
	I went up for my interview on the	fourth day	of Ju	ly.

	Am	C	C/B	Am
	Personnel man he questioned me un	til I	nearly	cried,

	Am	C	C/B	Am
	He made me fill in forms un	til I	shook with	fear:

	Am	C	C/B	Am
	About the colour of my toilet roll and	if my	cousin's	queer.

	Am	C	C/B	Am
	Here's your goldwatch and the	shackles	for your	chain,

	Am	C	C/B	Am
	And your piece of paper to	say you	left here	sane.

	Am	C	C/B	Am
	And if you've got a son who	wants a	good ca	reer:

	Am	(only one downstroke)	C	Em	Am
Just	get	him to sign on the dotted line and	work for	fifty	years.

He asked me how many jobs I'd had before.

He nearly had a heart attack when I answered: Four.

Four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be!

We only take on men who work until they die.

Here's your goldwatch...

He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line.

This is where we bury them in quick-stone and in lime!

And if you come to work for us on this you must agree:

That if you're going to die please do it during tea-break.

Here's your goldwatch...

This story that you heard you may think rather queer,

But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear.

I did not want no job upon the board:

I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor.

Here's your goldwatch...

51. Season of the Witch

Donovan Leitch / Donovan: Sunshine Superman (1966)

	\|:	A7	D7	:\|

	A7	D7	A7	D7	A7	D7
	When I look out my	window,	Many sights to	see.	And when I look in my	window,

	A7	D7	A7	D7	A7	D7
	So many different people to	be.	That it's	strange,	so	strange.

	A7	D7	A7	D7
	You've got to pick up every	stitch,	You've got to pick up every	stitch,

	A7	D7	A	D	E	A
	You've got to pick up every	stitch,	Mm-mmh,	must be the	season of the	witch,

	D	E	A	D	E	A7	D7		A7		D7
	must be the	season of the	witch, yeah,	must be the	season of the	witch.		-		-

When I look over my shoulder, What do you think I see? Some old cat looking over

His shoulder at me. And he's strange, Sure he's strange.

You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah,

Beatniks are out to make it rich, Oh no, must be the season of the witch,

must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch.

Solo

You've got to pick up every stitch, Two rabbits running in the ditch,

Beatniks are out to make it rich, Oh no, must be the season of the witch,

must be the season of the witch, must be the season of the witch. When I go.

When I look out my window, What do you think I see? And when I look in my window,

So many different people to be. It's strange, surely strange.

You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch,

Two rabbits running in the ditch, Oh no, must be the season of the witch,

must be the season of the witch, yeah, must be the season of the witch. When I look.

When I look...

Bass:

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52. Remember the Alamo

Jane Bowers/Donovan: What's Bin Did And What's Bin Hid (1965)

	C	G	C	F	C	C/D	C
A	hundred and	eighty were	challenged by	Travers to	die,

	C	G	C	F	C	C7
by a	line that he	drew with his	sword as the	battle drew	nigh.

	F	C	F	C
Every	man that stepped over the	line was for glory, and	he that was left better	fly,

	G	C	F	C	C7
and over the	line crossed one	hundred and	seventy	nine.

	F	Em
	Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be	low,

	F	C	F	G	C
So the	rest of Texas will	know,	and re	member the	Alamo.

	C	G	C	F	C	C/D	C
Jim	Bowie lay	dying, his	blood and his	powder were	dry,

	G	C	F	C	C7
but his knife had been	willing to	take him a	few in re	ply.

	F	C	F	C
	Young Davey Crockett lay	laughing and dying, the	blood and the sweat in his	eye,

	G	C	F	C	C7
for Texas and	freedom a	man was more	willing to	die.

	F	Em
	Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be	low,

	F	C	F	G	C
So the	rest of Texas will	know,	and re	member the	Alamo.

	C	G	C	F	C	C/D	C
A	courier	came, to	bellow once	bloody and	loud.

	G	C	F	C	C7
And found only	skin and	bones where he	once left a	crowd.

	F	C	F	C
Fear	not, little darling, of	dying, if the	world is sovereign and	free,

	G	C	F	C	C7
well, we'll fight to the	last as	long as	liberty	be.

	F	Em
	Hey, up Santa Anna, they're killing your soldiers be	low,

	F	C	F	C
So the	rest of Texas will	know,	and remember the	Alamo.

	F	G	C
	And re	member the	Alamo!

53. Light my Fire

The Doors/The Doors (1967)

	Am7	F#m7	Am7	F#m
You	know that it would be un	true - You	know that I would be a	liar

	Am7	F#m	Am7	F#m7
	If I was to say to	you -	Girl we couldn't get much	higher

	G	A	D	G	A	D	E	G	F#m	E
	Come on baby	light my	fire -	Come on baby	light my	fire	-	Try to set the	night on	fire!

	Am7	F#m7	Am7	F#m7
The	time to hesitate is	through - no	time to wallow in the	mire

	Am7	F#m	Am7	F#m7
	try now we can only	loose - and our	love become a funeral	pyre

	G	A	D	G	A	D	E	G	F#m	E
	Come on baby	light my	fire -	Come on baby	light my	fire	-	Try to set the	night on	fire!

The time to hesitate is through - no time to wallow in the mire

try now we can only loose - and our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby light my fire - Come on baby light my fire - Try to set the night on fire!

You know that it would be untrue - You know that I would be a liar

If I was to say to you - Girl we couldn't get much higher

Come on baby light my fire - Come on baby light my fire!

	G	A	D	G	A	D	E	G	F#m	E7
	try to set the	night on	fire -	try to set the	night on	fire	-	try to set the	night on	fire

Em6

Em7

Em9

B/A

C/A

D/A
⁵

54. Riders On The Storm

Jim Morrison, Robby Krieger, Ray Manzarek, John Densmore / The Doors: L.A. Woman (1971)

	Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em
	Riders on the	storm			- Riders on the	storm

	Am	B/A	C/A	D/A		Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em
In	to this house we're	born			- In	to this world we're	thrown

	D		C
Like	dog without a bone	- An	actor out on loan -

	Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em
	Riders on the	storm.

There's a killer on the road - His brain is squirming like a toad.

Take a long holiday - Let your children play.

If you give this man a ride - Sweet family will die -

Killer on the road.

	Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em

Gotta love your man - Girl, you gotta love your man.

Take him by the hand - Make him understand.

The world on you depends - Our life will never end -

You gotta love your man.

	Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em	Em6	Em7	Em6	Em

	Em9	A	Em9		Em9	A	Em9
	Riders	on the	storm	-	Riders	on the	storm - ...

55. Belle Isle

trad. / Bob Dylan: Self Portrait (1970)

	C	F	C	G	C
One	evening for pleasure I	rambled to view the	fair fields	all a	lone.

	F	G	G
Down by the banks of	Loch Eiron where	beauty and pleasure were	known.

	a	e	a	G
I	spied a fair maid at her	labour which	caused me to stay for a	while.

	C	a	e	F	f	C
	And I thought of a	goddess of	beauty	bloomin bright	star of bright	isle.

	C	a	e	F	G	C
I	humbled	myself to her	beauty "Fair	maiden, where	do you be-	long?

	C	a	e	d	F	G
Are	you from	heaven de	scended a	biding in	cupids fair	throne?"

	a	e	a	e
"Young	man, I will tell you a	secret It's	true I'm a maid that is	poor.

	C	a	F	f
And to	part from my vows and my	promise Is	more than my heart can	endure.

	C	e	a	e	G
There	fore I re	main at my ser	vice And	go through all my hardship and	toil

	C	e	a	F	G	C
And	wait for the	lad that has	left me All	alone on the	banks of belle	isle".

	C	a	e	F	G	C
"Young	maiden I	wish not to	banter It's	true I come	here in dis	guise.

	C	e	a	d	G
I came	here to ful	fill our last	promise And	hope to give you a sur	prise.

	a	G	a	e	G
I've	known you're a maid I love	dearly And you've	been in my	heart all the	while.

	C	e	a	F	G	C
For	me there is	no other	damsel Than my	bloomin bright	star of belle	isle".

56. Days of 49

Bob Dylan/Self Portrait

	Am	G	Am	G	Am
I'm	old Tom Moore from the	bummer's shore in the	good old	golden	days.

	G	Am	G	Am
They call me a bummer and a	gin-sot, too, but	what cares	I for	praise

	C	Am	C	Am
I	wander 'round from	town to town, just	like a roving	sign,

	C	Am	G	Am
And	the people all say "There	goes Tom Moore in the	days of '	49.

	Am	F	C	F	C
	In the	days of old, in the	days of gold, how	oftentimes I re	pine

	F	C	Am
For the	days of old when we	dug up the gold, In the	days of '49.

There was Nantuck Bill, I knew him well, a feller fond of tricks.

At a poker game he was always there and heavy with his bricks.

He would ante up and draw his cards and go in a hatfull blind.

In a game of bluff, Bill lost his breath in the days of '49.

In the days of old...

There was New York Jake, a butcher boy he was always getting tight.

And every time that he got full he was always hunting a fight.

One night he run up against a knife in the hands of old Bob Kline:

And over Jake they held a wake In the days of '49.

In the days of old...

There was poor old Jess, the old lame cuss; He never would relent.

He never was known to miss a drink Or ever spend a cent.

At length old Jess, like all the rest, who never would decline,

In all his bloom went up the flume in the days of '49.

In the days of old...

There was roaring Bill from Buffalo; I never will forget.

He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet.

One night he fell in a prospector's hole in a roaring bad design,

And in that hole roared out his soul in the days of '49

In the days of old...

Cadd2

Dm/f

G/B

57. Masters of War

Bob Dylan/the Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)

Capo III - dropped D [DAdgbe']

	Dm
	Come you masters of war - You that build the big guns;

	Cadd2	Dm
You that build the death planes - You that	build all the	bombs;

You that hide behind walls - You that hide behind desks.

	Cadd2	Dm
I just want you to	know - I can see through your	masks!

You that never done nothin' - But build to destroy.

You play with my world - Like it's your little toy.

You put a gun in my hand - And you hide from my eyes.

And you turn and run farther - When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old - You lie and deceive.

A world war can be won - You want me to believe.

But I see through your eyes - And I see through your brain.

Like I see through the water - That runs down my drain.

You fasten the triggers - For the others to fire.

Then you set back and watch - When the death count gets higher.

You hide in your mansion - As young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies - And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear - That can ever be hurled:

Fear to bring children - Into the world;

For threatening my baby - Unborn and unnamed!

	Dm/f	Cadd2	Dm
You ain't worth the	blood - That	runs in your	veins!

How much do I know - To talk out of turn.

You might say that I'm young - You might say I'm unlearned.

But there's one thing I know - Though I'm younger than you:

	Cadd2	G/B	Dm
Even Jesus would	never - For	give what you	do!

Let me ask you one question - Is your money that good?

Will it buy you forgiveness - Do you think that it could?

I think you will find - When your death takes its toll:

All the money you made - Will never buy back your soul!

And I hope that you die - And your death'll come soon;

I will follow your casket - In the pale afternoon.

And I'll watch while you're lowered - Down to your deathbed;

	Dm/f	Cadd2	Dm
And I'll stand o'er your	grave - 'Til I'm	sure that you're	dead

58. Mr. Tambourine Man

Bob Dylan

	F	G	C	F
	Hey, Mr.	Tambourine Man,	play a song for	me,

	C	F	G
I'm not	sleepy and there	is no place I'm	going to.

	F	G	C	F
	Hey, Mr.	Tambourine Man,	play a song for	me,

	C	F	G	C	C4	C
In the	jingle jangle	morning I'll come	followin'	you

	F	G	C	F	C	F
Though I	know that evenin's	empire has	returned into	sand,	Vanished from my	hand,

	C	F	G
Left me	blindly here to	stand but still not	sleeping.

	F	G	C	F	C	F
My	weariness a	mazes me, I'm	branded on my	feet, -- I	have no one to	meet,

	C	F	G
And the	ancient empty	street's too dead for	dreaming.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man...

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, my senses have been stripped,

My hands can't feel to grip, my toes too numb to step,

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade,

Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man...

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone , it's just escapin' on the run, and but for the sky there are no fences facin'.

And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time,

It's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind,

It's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man...

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees,

Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate,

Driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man...

Capo II

59. Hotel California

Felder, Henley & Frey / the Eagles

	Am	E
	On a dark desert highway,	cool wind in my hair;

	G	D
	Warm smell of colitas,	rising through the air.

	F	C
	Up ahead in the distance,	I saw a shimering light.

	Dm	E
	My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,	I had to stop for the night.

	Am	E
	There she stood in the doorway;	I heard the mission bell,

	G	D
	And I was thinking to myself: this could be	heaven or this could be hell!

	F	C
	Then she lit up a candle	and she showed me the way;

	Dm	E
	There were voices down the corridor;	I thought I heard them say:

	F	C
"	Welcome to the Hotel Califor	nia!

	E	Am
	Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a	lovely face.

	F	C
	Plenty of room at the Hotel Califor	nia!

	Dm	E
Any	time of year (any time of year), you can	find it here."

Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz.

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends.

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget!

So I called up the captain, "Please bring me my wine." He said:

"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine."

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say:

"Welcome to the Hotel California!

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face.

They're livin' it up at the Hotel California;

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis-"

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said:

"We are all just prisoners here, of our own device."

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast.

They stab it with their steely knives - but they just can't kill the beast!

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door.

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.

"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!"

"Welcome to the Hotel California!

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such a lovely face.

They're livin' it up at the Hotel California;

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis-"

60. Indian Reservation

John D. Loudermilk / Don Fardon

	Am	Dm
	They took the whole Cherokee	Nation

	Am
And put us on this reser	vation.

	Dm
They took away our ways of	life,

	Am
The tomahawk and the	bow and knife.

	Am	Dm
	They took away our native	tongue

	Am
And taught their English to	our young.

	Dm
And all the beads we made by	hand

	Am
Are nowadays made in	Japan.

	Dm	Am
	Cherokee people --	Cherokee tribe.

	Dm	E
	So proud to life --	so proud to die!

	Am	Dm
	They took the whole Indian	Nation

	Am
And locked us on this reser	vation.

	Dm
And though I wear a shirt and	tie,

	Am
I'm still a red man deep in	side!

	Dm	Am
	Cherokee people --	Cherokee tribe.

	Dm	E
	So proud to life --	so proud to die!

	Am	Dm
	But may be someday when they	learn

	Am
Cherokee nation will re	turn! Will return -- will return -- will return. Will Return!

61. Black Magic Woman

Peter Green / Fleetwood Mac

	A7	Dm	A
	Got a black magic	woman,got a black magic wo	man,

	Dm	Gm
Yes, I've got a	black magic woman, got me so blind I can't	see,

	Dm	A	Dm
that she's a	black magic woman and she's	try'in to make a devil out of	me.

Don't turn your back on me baby, don't turn your back on me baby,

Yes, don't turn your back on me baby, stop messin' around with your tricks.

Don't turn your back on me baby, 'cause you just might pick up my magic sticks.

solo

You got your spell on me baby, you got your spell on me baby,

Yes, you got your spell on me, baby, turnin' my heart into stone.

I need you so bad, magic woman, I can't leave you alone.

	Dm
	Yes, I need you so bad; I need you, darlin'; I need you, darlin'.

Yes, I want you to love me; I want you to love me. Oh, Yeah! Oh-oh, yeah;

Yes, I need your love; Oh, I need your love so bad, I need your love...

62. City of New Orleans

Steve Goodman / Arlo Guthrie (1972)

	G	D	G	Em	C	G
	Riding on the	City of New	Orleans,	Illinois Central,	Monday morning	rail.

	G	D	G	Em	D	G
	Fifteen cars and	fifteen restless	riders, Three	conductors, and	twenty-five sacks of	mail.

	Em	Bm
All	slong the southbound odyssey -- The	train pulls out of Kankakee

	D	A
And	rolls along the houses, farms and	fields.

	Em	Bm
	Passing trains that have no name -- And	freight yards full of old black men

	D	D7	G
And	graveyards of the	rusted auto	mobiles.

	C	D	G	Em	C	G	D
	Good morning	America, how	are you? Say	don't you know me,	I'm your native	son.

	G	D	Em	F	C	D	G
I'm the	train they call the	City of New	Orleans, I'll be	gone five	hundred	miles when the day is	done.

Dealing card games with the old men in the club cars, A penny a point, ain't no one keeping score.

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle, And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor.

And the sons of Pullman porters -- And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel.

Mothers with their babes asleep -- Rocking to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.

I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Nighttime on the City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee.

Halfway home, and we'll be there by morning, Through the Misissippi darkness, rolling down to the sea.

But all the towns and people seem -- To fade into a bad dream

The steel rail still ain't heard the news.

The conductor sings his songs again -- The passengers will please refrain

This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.

Goodnight America, how are you? Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.

I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

63. Hey Joe

Jimi Hendrix

	C	G	D	A	E	E	E/G	E	E/G	E
	Hey	Joe	where ya'	goin' with that	gun in your hand?

	C	G	D	A	E	E7
I said	hey	Joe	where ya	goin' with that	gun in your hand?

	C	G
	I'm goin' out to	find my woman now,

	D	A	E	E7
	She's been	runnin' round with some	other man

	C	G
	I said I'm goin' out to	find my woman now!

	D	A	E	E7
	She's been	runnin' 'round with some	other man

Hey Joe tell me what are you gonna do?

Well I guess I'll shoot my woman,

That's what I'll do!

Well I guess I'll shoot them both

Before I'm through.

Hey Joe tell me where are you gonna go?

Well I think I'll go down to my favourite place Mexico,

Well I think I'll go down to where a man can be free.

And there ain't gonna be no hangmans ropes

Gonna be put around me.

64. The Wind Cries Mary

Jimi Hendrix

Intro

|:

F

(I.)

F#

G

- - -

F

(octave)

E

F

- - -

:|

	D	C	G
	After all the	jacks are in their	boxes

	D	C	G
And the	clowns have	all gone to	bed

	D	C	G
You can hear	happiness	staggering on	down the street

	A	C	F	F#	G
	Footsteps	dressed in	red

	A	C	Eb	E	F	- - -	Eb	E	F
And the	wind	whispers	Mar	y

	D	C	G
A	broom is	drearily	sweeping

	D	C	G
	Up the broken	pieces of yesterday's	life

	D	C	G
	Somewhere a	queen is	weeping

	A	C	F	F#	G
	Somewhere a	king has no	wif	e

	A	C	F	F#	G	- - -	F	F#	G
And the	wind	cries	Mar	y

Solo

	D	C	G
	The traffic lights turn	blue to	morrow

	D	C	G
	And shine the	emptyness down on my	bed.

	D	C	G
	The tiny island	sags	downstream

	A	C	F	F#	G
'	Cause the life that	lived is	dea	d.

	A	C	F	F#	G	- - -	F	F#	G
And the	wind	screams	Mar	y

	D	C	G
	Will the wind	ever re	member

	D	C	G
The	names it has	blown in the	past.

	D	C	G
With it's	crutch, it's	old age, and it's	wisdom,

	A	C	F	F#	G
It whispers	no, this will	be the	las	t.

A

C

F

F#

G

- - -

F

F#

G

- - -

F

F#

G

- - -

F

F#

G

And the

wind

cries

Mar

y

65. Locomotive Breath

Ian Anderson / Jethro Tull: Aqualung (1971)

Intro:

	\|:	Em	G	D	Em	:\|
	x x x x x x x x x	/ / / /	/	/	/

	Em	Em			G		D		Em
	In the shuffling madness

	Em	Em			G		D		Em
	Of Locomotive Breath.

	Em	Em			G		D		B
	Runs the all-time loser

	B	B		D		Em
	Headlong to his death.

	Em	Em			G		D		Em
	Oh! He feels the pistons scraping,

	Em	Em			G		D
	Steam Breaking on his brow:

	G	A	B	D	A	B
Old	Charlie stole the	handle - And the	train, it	won't	stop	going:

	B	A	G	Em
	no way	to	slow	down.

He sees his children jumping off

At stations one by one.

His woman and his best friend

In bed and having fun.

Oh! He's crawling down the corridor,

On his hands and knees.

Old Charlie stole the handle - And the train, it won't stop going:

No way to slow down.

He hears the silence howling

Catches angels as they fall.

And the all-time winner

Has got him by the balls.

Oh he picks up gideon's Bible

Open at page one.

I thank God he stole the handle - And the train, it won't stop going:

No way to slow down!

66. Summertime

Dubose Heyward, Ira & George Gerswin / Janis Joplin: Cheap Thrills (1968)

	E	Am	E	Am	E	Am	E	Am	E
	Summer	time	,	and the l	ivin' is	easy,

	E	Dm	Dsus	Dm	E	E7
	Fish are	jum	pin',	and the cotton is	high.

	Am	E		Am	E	Am	E		Am	D7
Oh your daddy's	rich,			and your	ma, she's good	lookin',

	C	Am	Dm	E	Am	E	Am	E
So h	ush little	baby,	don't	you	cry.

One of these mornings, you're gonna wake up singing,

And you'll spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky.

But 'till that morning, there ain't nothing to harm you,

Your mamma and your papa gonna be standing by.

Summertime, and the livin' is easy,

Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.

Oh your daddy's rich, and your ma, she's good lookin',

So hush little baby, don't you cry.

67. Stand By Me

King, Glick / Ben E. King (1961)

	C	Am	F	G	C

When the night is cold, and the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we'll see.

No I won't be afraid. No, I won't be afraid,

Just as long as you stand, stand by me.

So darling, darling, stand by me. Oh, stand by me.

Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.

And the sky that we look upon should crumble and fall,

And the mountains should tumble to the sea.

I won't cry, I won't cry. Oh I won't shed a tear,

Just as long as you stand stand by me.

So darling, darling, stand by me. Oh, stand by me.

Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.

SOLO:

And darling, darling, stand by me. Oh, stand by me.

Stand by me, Oh stand now, stand by me, stand by me.

Whenever you're in trouble just stand by me. Oh, stand by me,

Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me...

68. The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Solomon Linda, George David Weiss / the Kingston Trio

	D	G	D	A
Oooh	weeeeeeee-	eeee ooh wee um	ma ma a	weh

	D	G	D	A
Oooh	weeeeeeee-	eeee ooh wee um	ma ma a	weh

	D	G
	In the jungle, The	mighty jungle

	D	A
The	lion sleeps to	night

	D	G
	Near the jungle, the	quiet jungle

	D	A
The	lion sleeps to	night

Hey, Hey, Hey

Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh

In the village, the peacefull village

The lion sleeps tonight

Near the village, the quiet village

The lion sleeps tonight

Hey, Hey, Hey,

Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh

Wee ma ma weh, wee ma ma weh...

Hush my darlin', don't fear my darlin'

The lion sleeps tonight

Hush my darlin', don't fear my darlin'

The lion sleeps tonight

Oooh weeeeeeeeee ooh wee um ma ma a weh

Whoa oh oh oh-oh, whoa oh oh oh-oh, whoa I'm on my way oooh weeeeee

ooh wee um ma ma weh

69. Apeman

R. D. Davies / the Kinks

Intro

D

A

E

-

D

E

A

	A	E
	I think I'm sophisticated 'cause I'm living my life just like a	good homo sapiens.

	A	E
But	all around me everybody's multiplying and they're	walking round like flies man.

	D	A
So	I'm no better than the animals sitting in the	cages in the zoo man.

	E	A
Cause compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees	I am an ape	man.

I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilized 'cause I'm a strict vegetarian.

But with the over-population and inflation and starvation and the crazy politicians:

I don't feel safe in this world no more, I don't want to die in a nuclear war.

I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman.

	A	E
	I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an	apeman!

	A	E
I'm a	King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an	apeman!

	D	A
'Cause	compared to the sun that sits in the sky, Com	pared to the clouds as they roll by,

	E	A
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies	I am an ape	man.

spoken

	A	E
	In man's evolution he's created the city and the	motor traffic rumble.

	A	E
But	give me half a chance and I'd be taking off my clothes and	living in the jungle.

	D	A
'Cause the	only time that I feel at ease Is	swinging up and down in the coconut trees.

	E	A
Oh what a life of luxury to	be like an ape	man.

I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman

I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an apeman

I look out the window but I can't see the sky, The air pollution is a-fucking up my eyes,

I want to get out of this city alive and make like an apeman.

	A	E	A	E	A
	Oh come on and	love me, be my apeman	girl, And we'll be so	happy in my apeman	world.

I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman

I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an apeman

I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane, I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane,

We'll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day, just like an apeman.

I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman

I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodooh man, oh I'm an apeman

I don't feel safe in this world no more, I don't want to die in a nuclear war.

I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman.

70. Celluloid Heroes

Raymond Douglas Davies / The Kinks: Everybody's in Show-Biz (1972)

	D	A	G	D
	Everybody's a	dreamer, and	everybody's a	star,

	F#m	Bm	G	A
And	everybody's in	movies, it doesn't	matter who you	are!

	Bm	F#m	G	A
There are	stars in every	city - In ev'ry	house and on ev'ry	street,

	D7	G	A	D
And if you	walk down Hollywood	Boulevard - Their names are	written in con	crete.

	D	A	G	D
Don't	step on Greta	Garbo as you	walk down the Boule	vard;

	F#m	Bm	G	A
She	looks so weak and	fragile that's why she	tried to be so	hard.

	Bm	F#m	G	A
But they	turned her into a	princess - And they	sat her on a	throne.

	D7	G	A	D
But she	turned her back on	stardom - Because she	wanted to be a	lone.

	C	G	D
You can	see all the stars as you	walk down Hollywood	Boulevard.

	C	G	D
	Some that you recognize,	some that you've hardly even	heard of.

	C	G	D
	People who worked and	suffered and struggled for	fame,

	C	G	D
	Some who succeeded and	some who suffered in	vain.

	D	A	G	D
	Rudolph Valen	tino looks	very much a	live,

	F#m	Bm	G	A
And he	looks up ladies	dresses as they	sadly pass him	by.

	Bm	F#m	G	A
Avoid	stepping on Bela	Lugosi - 'Cause he's	liable to turn and	bite!

	D7	G	A	D
But stand	close by Bette	Davis - Because	hers was such a lonely	life.

	D	A	G	D
If you	covered him with	garbage George	Sanders would still have	style,

	F#m	Bm	G	A
And if you	stamped on Mickey	Rooney He would	still turn round and	smile.

	Bm	F#m	G	A
But please don't	tread on dearest	Marilyn - 'Cause	she's not very	tough.

	D7	G	A	D
She	should have been made of	iron or steel - But she was	only made of flesh and	blood.

	C	G	D
You can	see all the stars as you	walk down Hollywood	Boulevard

	C	G	D
	Some that you recognize,	some that you've hardly even	heard of

	C	G	D
	People who worked and	suffered and struggled for	fame

	C	G	D
	Some who succeeded and	some who suffered in	vain

	D	A	G	D
	Everybody's a	dreamer, and	everybody's a	star,

	F#m	Bm	G	A
And	everybody's in	show biz, it doesn't	matter who you	are!

	Bm	F#m	G	A
And those who	are success	ful - Be	always on your	guard,

	D7	G	A	D
Suc	cess walks hand in	hand with failure - Along	Hollywood Boule	vard.

bridge

	C	G	D
I	wish my life was	non-stop Hollywood	movie show.

	C	G	D
A	fantasy world of	celluloid villains and he	roes.

	C	G	D
Because	celluloid heroes	never feel any	pain,

	C	G	D
And	celluloid heroes	never really	die!

	C	G	D
You can	see all the stars as you	walk down Hollywood	Boulevard

	C	G	D
	Some that you recognize,	some that you've hardly even	heard of

	C	G	D
	People who worked and	suffered and struggled for	fame

	C	G	D
	Some who succeeded and	some who suffered in	vain

	\|:	C	G	D	:\|
	La la	la la la - la la	la la la - la la	la la la

	C	G	D	C	G	D
Oh,	celluloid heroes	never feel any	pain - Oh,	celluloid heroes	never really	die.

bridge

	C	G	D
I	wish my life was	non-stop Hollywood	movie show.

	C	G	D
A	fantasy world of	celluloid villains and he	roes.

	C	G	D
Because	celluloid heroes	never feel any	pain,

	C	G	D
And	celluloid heroes	never really	die!

71. Shangri-La

R. D. Davies/the Kinks: Arthur (1969)

	Am	G	E7	Am	Am	C	G	E7
	Now that you've	found your	para	dise,	This is your	kingdom	to com	mand.

	Am	C	G	E7	Am	C	E7	Am
You can	go out	side and	polish your	car Or	sit by the	fire in your	Shangri-	La.

	Am	G	E7	Am	Am	C	G	E7
	Here's your re	ward for	working so	hard -	Gone are the	lavatories	in the back	yard;

	Am	C	G	E7	Am	C	E7	Am
	Gone are the	days when you	dreamed of that	car - You	just want to	sit in your	Shangri-	La!

	D	Dmaj7	D7	G	G/F#	Em
	Put on your slippers and	sit by the fire, You've	reached your top and you	just can't	get any	higher.

	C	C/B	Am	Am/G	F	F/E	Dm	Dm/C
You're in your	place and you	know where you	are.	In your	Shangri-	La.

	D	Dmaj7	D7	G	G/F#
	Sit back in your	old rockin' chair, You	need not worry you	need not care.

	Em	C	C/B	Am
	You can't go any	where.

	F	A	F	A	Bb	F	C	A
Shangri-	La-	a, Shangri-	La-	a, Shangri-	La-	ah-ah-	ah!

	D	Dmaj7	D7	G	G/F#	Em
The	little man	who gets the train Got a	mortgage hanging	over his head.

	C	C/B	Am	Am/G	F	F/E	Dm	Dm/C
But he's too	scared to com	plain	-	Cause he's con	ditioned that	way;

	D	Dmaj7	D7	G	G/F#	Em	C	C/B	Am
	Time goes by and he	pays off his debts - Got a	T.V. set and a	radio	-	for seven	shillings a	week.

	\|:	F	A	F	A	Bb	F	C	:\|
	Shangri-	La-	ah, Shangri-	La-	ah, Shangri-	La-	ah-aah-	ah!

	Bb	F	C	Bb	F	C	Bb	F
	/	/	/ - /// /// //	/	/	/ - /// /// //	/	/

	Dm	Dm/C	Dm/B	Dm/Bb
	And all the	houses in the	street have got a	nam,

	Dm	Dm/C	Dm/B	Dm/Bb
'	Cause all the	houses in the	street they look the	same,

	A	D	Dm
	ame chimney pots, same little	cars, same window	panes.

	Dm	Dm/C	Dm/B	Dm/Bb
	The neighbors	call to tell you	things that you should	know,

	Dm	Dm/C	Dm/B	Dm/Bb
	They say their	lines they drink their	tea and then they	go ,

	A	D	Dm
	They tell your business in	another Shangri-	La.

	Dm	Dm/C	Dm/B	Dm/Bb
	The gas bills and the	water rates and	payments on the	car ,

	Dm	Dm/C	Dm/B	Dm/Bb
	Too scared to	think about how	insecure you	are ,

	A	D
	Life ain't so happy in your	little Shangri-La

	G	C	F	Bb	\|:	G	C	F	Bb	:\|	A
Shangri-	La- Shangri-	la la la la	la la la la	la;	- -	La- la la	la la la la	la la la la	la;

	D	Dmaj7	D7	G	G/F#	Em
	Put on your slippers and	sit by the fire - You've	reached your top and you	just can't	get any	higher,

	C	C/B	Am	Am/G	F	F/E	Dm	Dm/C
You're in your	place and you	know where you	are -	In your	Shangri-	La!

	D	Dmaj7	D7	G	G/F#	Em
	Sit back in your	old rockin' chair you	need not worry you	need not	care

	C	C/B	Am
You can't go	anywhere	-

	\|:	F	A	F	A	Bb	F	C	A	:\|
	Shangri-	La-	ah, Shangri-	La-	ah, Shangri-	La-	ah-aah-	ah!

72. Autumn Almanac

R.D. Davies / The Kinks (1967)

	B	C#	F#	B	C#	F#	Bm	E	A
	/ /	/ / / /	/ /	/ /	/ / / /	/ / From the	dew soaked hedge creeps a	crawly caterpillar

	E	D	E	A	E	A	E
The	dawn begins to crack,	it's	all	part	of my	autumn alma	nac!

	Bm	E	A
	Breeze blows leaves of a	musty colored yellow

	E	D	E	A	E	A	E
So I	sweep them in my sack,	yes,	yes,	yes,	it's my	autumn alma	nac

	F#	B	C#	F#	B	C#	F#
	Friday evening	pe-	ople get to	gether,	hi-	iding from the	weather

	D#m	D#m/D	F#
	Tea and	toasted buttered currant	buns

	G#	B	Bb
Can't	compensate for lack of	sun because the	summer's all gone

	Bm	E	A	E
La-la-	la la-la, la la	la-la la la-la-la	ohh! my	poor rheumatic back

	D	E	A	E	A	E
	Yes,	yes,	yes,	it's my	autumn alma	nac

	Bm	E	A	E
	La-la-la la-la,	la la la-la la la -	ohh! my	autumn almanac

	D	E	A	E	A	E
	Yes,	yes,	yes,	it's my	autumn alma	nac

	A	E	D	E	A	E	D	A
	I like my	football	on a	Saturday,	roast beef on	Sunday's	al-	right

	A	E	D	E	A	E	D	A
	I'm goin' to	Blackpool	for my	holidays,	sit in the	open	sun	light

	Am	C	F	G
	This is my street	and I'm never gonna	leave it

	C	B	Bb	A
And I'm always gonna	stay if I	live to be	ninety-	nine

	Am	D7	A	A7
'Cause all the people I	meet	seem to come from my	street

	B	C#	F#m	B
And I can't get	away,	because it's calling me (	come on	home)

	A	B
Hear it calling me (	come on	home)

	Bm	E	A	E
La-la-	la la-la, la la la-	la la la-la-la	ohh! my	autumn almanyac

	D	E	A	E	A	E
	Yes,	yes,	yes,	it's my	autumn alma	nac

	Bm	E	A	E
	La-la-la la-la,	la la la-la la la -	ohh! my	autumn almanac

	D	E	A	E	D	E	A	E	D	E	A
	Yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes

	D	E	A	(repeat and fade out)
	Bop bop	bop-m bop-m	ba -ohh!

73. Complicated Life

Ray Davies / the Kinks: Muswell Hillbillies (1971)

(intro:)

D

A

A7

D

G

D

A

A7

D

G

D

	A	D
Well I	woke up this morning with a pain in my neck, A	pain my heart, and a pain my chest,

	A
I	went to the doctor and the good doctor said:

	D
You gotta	slow down your life or you're gonna be dead,

	G	D	A7	D
"	Cut out the struggle and	strife, It only	complicates your	life."

	A
Well I	cut down women, I cut down booze,

	D
Stopped	iron' my shirts, cleaning my shoes,

	A
Stopped	going to work and stopped reading the news,

	D
Sitting	twiddling my thumbs 'cos I got nothing to do,

	G	D	A	D
	Minimal exer	cise To help un	complicate my	life,

	N.C.
	Gotta stand and face it, life is so complicated!

	D	A
Ladi dah di	dah dah, Ladi dah di	dah dah,

	A7	D	G	D
Got to get a	way from the complicated	life	son!

	D	A
Life is over	rated, life is compli	cated

	A7	D	G	D
Must alev	iate this complicated	life

(Instrumental Break- repeat the first verse, and sing the last two lines)

	G	D	A7	D
"	Cut down the struggle and	strife, It's such a	complicated	life."

	A
Like	old Mother Hubbard I got nothin' in the cupboard,

	D	A
	Got no dinner and I got no supper,	Holes in my shoes I got holes in my socks,

	D
I	can't go to work 'cos I can't get a job,

	G	D	A7	D
The	bills are rising sky	high, It's such a	complicated	life,

	N.C.
	Gotta stand and face it, Life is so complicated

Ladi dah di dah dah, Ladi dah di dah dah, Got to get away from the complicated life son!

Life is overrated, life is complicated Must aleviate this complicated life!

Ladi dah di dah dah(Life is overrated), Ladi dah di dah dah(Life is complicated),

Got to get away from(Got to get away) the complicated life son!

Life is overrated, life is complicated, Must aleviate this complicated life!

	A7	D	G	D
Got to get a	way from the complicated	life	son...

74. Dead End Street

Raymond Douglas Davis / the Kinks (1967)

	Am	C	G
	There's a crack up in the	cei	ling,

	Dm	F	Am
	And the kitchen sink is	lea	king.

	Am	C	G
	Out of work and got no	mo	ney,

	Dm	F	Am
	A Sunday joint of bread and	ho	ney!

	Am	G	F	E7
	What are we living for?		Two roomed apartment on the	second floor!

	Am	G	F	E7
	No money comin' in,		the rent collector's out and	try'n to get in!

	A	Dm	E
	We are strictly second class, and we	don't under	stand!

	Am	G	F	E
	Dead end! (Why)	We should be in	dead end	street.

	Am	G	F	E
	Dead end!	People are livin' in	dead end	street.

	Am	G	F	E
	Dead end! I'm	gonna die in	dead end	street.

	C	F	C	F
	Dead end	street (yeah!)	Dead end	street (yeah!)

On a cold and frosty morning, Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.

And my feet are nearly frozen, Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we livin' for? Two roomed apartment on the second floor!

No chance to emigrate, I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late!

We both worked to work so hard, but we can't get a chance!

Dead end! People live in dead end street!

Dead end! People are dyin' at dead end street!

Dead end! I'm gonna die at dead end street!

Dead end street (yeah!) Dead end street (yeah!)

trombone solo

Dead end! People live on dead end street.

Dead end! People are dyin' at dead end street.

Dead end! I'm gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah!) Dead end street (yeah!)

Dead end street (yeah!) Head to my feet (yeah!)

Dead end street (Yah!)...

trumpet solo

75. I'm Not Like Everybody Else

R.D. Davies / the Kinks (1966)

	Am	E-3-2-3p2	Em
(Intro)	/		/

	G	D	Dsus4	D
	I won't take all that they	ha	nd me	down

	Am	Em
And	make up a smile though I	wear a frown

	G	D	Dsus4	D
And I'm	not gonna take it a	life	time

	Am	Em
'Cause	once I get started I'll	go to town

	Em	D	Dsus4	D		Am	Em
	I'm not like everybody	els	e;			I'm not like everybody	else!

	Em	D	Dsus4	D		Am	Em
	I'm not like everybody	els	e;			I'm not like everybody	else!

	Em	D	A
	And I don't want to talk around like	everybody	else

	Em	D	A
	And I don't want to live my life like	everybody	else

	Em	D	A
	And I won't say that I've gone by like	everybody	else

	Am	Em	Am	Em
'Cause	I'm not like everybody	else -	I'm not like everybody	else

My little darling I love you true

And do all the things you want me to

Confess all my sins if you want me to

But there's one thing I'll keep saying:

I'm not like everybody else...

	Em	Em
	Like everybody else -	Like everybody else

	Em
	Like everybody else...

If you all want me to settle down

there's no way to stop all my goin' 'round

I'll do everything that you want me to

But there's one thing I'll keep saying:

I'm not like everybody else; I'm not like everybody else!

And I don't want to talk around like everybody else

And I don't want to live my life like everybody else

And I don't want to say goodbye like everybody else

'Cause I'm not like everybody else - I'm not like everybody else

	Em	Em	Em
	Like everybody else -	Like everybody else -	Like everybody else...

76. Lola

Ray Davies / the Kinks: Lola vs. Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part I (1970)

Intro:

	C	C	C///	D/	E

	E
I	met her in a club down in old Soho where you

	A	D	E	A	Asus4
	drink champagne and it	tastes just like cherry	cola C-O-L-A	co	la

	E
She	walked up to me and she asked me to dance

	A	D
I	asked her her name and in a	dark brown voice she said

	E	A	D	C	C//////	D/	E	(riff)
	Lola L-O-L-A	Lola	Lo lo lo lo	Lo - la

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy, but when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine

You know my Lola; Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola!

Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand - Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man:

Oh, my Lola, Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola, Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola

	B7	F#7
Well we	drank champagne and danced all night	under electric candle light

	A	A	A7
She	picked me up and sat me on her knee and	said "	Dear boy won't you come home with me?"

Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy, but when I looked in her eyes, well I almost fell for my

Lola Lo lo lo lo Lo - la Lo lo lo lo Lo - la -- Lola Lo lo lo lo Lo - la Lo lo lo lo Lo - la

	A	E	B	A	E	B	A	E	B
I	pushed	her a	way I	walked	to the	door I	fell	to the	floor

	E	G#7	C#m	B	B13	E
I got	down	on my	knees Then	I looked at her and she at	me

Well, that's the way that I want it to stay, And I always want it to be that way for

my Lola - Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola

Girls will be boys and boys will be girls, It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world,

Except for Lola - Lo Lo Lo Lo Lola

Well I left home just a week before, And I've never ever kissed a woman before

But Lola smiled and took me by the hand, Said: Dear boy, I'm gonna make you a man.

Well I'm not the world's most passionate man,

But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man and so is Lola.

Lola Lo lo lo lo Lo - la Lo lo lo lo Lo - la

77. Waterloo Sunset

R. D. Davies / the Kinks: Something else (1967)

	A7	D	A		G
	(Guitar-Bass-Line) (Guitar-	Melody)

	G	D	A	G
	Dirty old	river, must you keep	rolling, rolling in	to the night!

	D	A	G
People so	busy make me feel	dizzy, taxi lights	shine so bright!

	Em	B	G	A
But I	don't	need no	friend,

	D	A	G
As long as I	gaze on Waterloo	Sunset, I am in	paradise.

	E	A		D
(la-la-	la) Every day I look at the world from	my window

	G	E	A7
(	la-la-	la) But chilly, chilly it's evening time,	Waterloo sunset's fine.

	D	A	G
Terry meets	Julie, Waterloo	Station, every	Friday night.

	D	A	G
But I am so	lazy, don't want to	wander, I stay at	home at night.

	Em	B	G	A
But I	don't	feel a	fraid,

	D	A	G
As long as I	gaze on Waterloo	Sunset, I am in	paradise.

	E	A		D
(la-la-	la) Every day I look at the world from my	window

	G	E	A7
(	la-la-	la) But chilly, chilly it's evening time,	Waterloo sunset's fine.

	D	A	G
Millions of	people swarming like	flies round Waterloo	underground.

	D	A	G
But Terry and	Julie cross over the	river where they feel	safe and sound.

	Em	B	G	A
And they	don't	need no	friends,

	D	A	G
As long as they	gaze on Waterloo	Sunset, they are in	paradise.

	D	A		G		A
	(guitar	solo)				(piano-chords)

	A
	Waterloo sunset's fine...

78. Where Have all the Good Times Gone?

R. D. Davies / The Kinks

	Intro:	G	F	D	G	F	D	/ / / / / (crashing)

	G	F	G	F
Well,	in my life I	never stopped to	worry 'bout a	thing

	G	F	G	F
	Open up and	shout it out and	never try to	sing

	C	A	G
	Wondering if I done	wrong

	F	D
Will	this impression last too	long? But -

	G	F	G	F	G	F
Won't you	tell me	-	Where have all the	good times	gone?

	G	F	G	F
	Where have all the	good times	gone?

	G	F	G	F
Well,	once we had an	easy ride and	always felt the	same

	G	F	G	F
	Time was on my	side and I had	everything to	gain

	C	A	G
	Let it be like	yesterday

	F	D
	Please let me have happy	days And -

Won't you tell me - Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone?

	G	F	G	F
	Ma & Pa look	back at all the	things they used to	do

	G	F	G	F
	Didn't have no	money and they	always told the	truth

	C	A	G
	Daddy didn't have no	toys

	F	D
	And Mommy didn't need no	boys.

Won't you tell me - Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone?

	G	F	D	G	F	D	/ / / / / (crashing)

	G	F	G	F
	Yesterday was	such an easy	game for you to	play

	G	F	G	F
	But lets face it -	things are so much	easier	today

	C	A	G
	Guess you need some bringin'	down

	F	D
	And get your feet back on the	ground

Won't you tell me - Where have all the good times gone? Where have all the good times gone?

	G	F	D	G	F	D	/ / / / / (crashing)	G

79. Me and Bobby McGee

Kris Kristofferson / Janis Joplin

Intro

	G
	Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains,

	D7
feelin' nearly faded as my	jeans.

Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rains,

	G
Took us all the way to New Or	leans.

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana

	G7	C
And was blowin' sad while	Bobby sang the	blues.

	C	G
With them	Windshield wipers slappin' time, and	Bobby clappin' hands we finely

	D7	G
	sang up every song that driver	knew.

	C	G
	Freedom's just another word for	nothing left to lose.

	D7	G
	Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's	free.

	C	G
	Feeling good was easy, Lord, when	Bobby sang the blues.

	D7
	Feeling good was good enough for me,

	G	A
Good enough for me and Bobby Mc	Gee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun

	E7
Bobby shared the secrets of my	soul.

Standin' right beside me, Lord, through everything I've done,

	A
Every Night she kept me from the	cold.

	A
Then	somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away;

	A7	D
Lookin' for the	home and I hope she'll	find!

	A
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a	single yesterday,

	E7	A
	Holding Bobby's body close to	mine.

	D	A
	Freedom's just another word for	nothing left to lose.

	E7	A
	Nothing ain't worth nothing, But it's	free.

Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.

Feeling good was good enough for me,

Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

G#+

Fmaj7

Dsus4

80. Stairway to Heaven

Led Zeppelin

Intro:

|:

Am

G#+

C

D

Fmaj7

G

Am

:|

C

D

Fmaj7

Am

C

G

D

C

D

Fmaj7

Am

C

D

Fmaj7

	Am	G#+	C	D	Fmaj7	G	Am
There's a	lady who's	sure all that	glitters is	gold and she's	buying a stairway to	hea	ven.

	Am	G#+	c	D
When she	get's there she	knows if the	stores are all	closed

	Fmaj7	G	Am	Am/H		C	D	Fmaj7	Am
With a	word she can get what she	came	for		-	ooh	ooh	ooh	ooh

	Am	C	G	D
	And she's	buying a	stairway to	heaven.

	C	D	Fmaj7	Am
There's a	sign on the	wall but she	wants to be	sure,

	C	D	G	Fmaj7
cause you	know sometimes	words have	two	meanings.

	Am	G#+	C	D
In a	tree by the	brook, there's a	songbird who	sings,

	Fmaj7	G	Am	Am	G#+	C	D	Fmaj7	G	Am
sometimes	all of our thoughts are mis	gi	ven.

Am7Am

Dsus4

D

Am7

Am

D6

D

C

D

Am7

Am

Dsus4

D

Oh it makes me

wonder

oh, makes me wonder

	C	G	Am	C	G	D	Am
There's a	feeling I	get when I	look to the west, And my	spirit is	crying for	lea	ving.

	C	G	Am	C	G	D	Am
In my	thoughts I have	seen rings of	smoke through the trees, And the	voices of	those who stand	loo	king.

Am7Am

Dsus4

D

Am7

Am

D6

D

C

D

Am7

Am

Dsus4

D

Oh it makes me

wonder

oh, makes me wonder

and it whispert that soon, if we all call the tune, Than the piper will lead us to reason.

And a new day will dawn - for those who stand long, And the forrests will echo with laughter.

Oh it makes me wonder oh oh

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow - Don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the may-queen.

Yes there are two paths you can go by - But in the long run, It's still time to change the road you're on.

Oh it makes me wonder oh oh

Your head is hummin' and it won't go in a case, you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him.

Dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know, Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

	\|:	\|:	D2	D	D4	:\|	:\|	F	G	Am

	Am	G	F	G	F	G
	And as we	wind on down the	road	Our shadows	taller than our	soul.

There walks a lady we all know, Who shines white light and wants to show,

How everything still turn to gold.

And if you listen very hard, The tune will come to you at last.

when all are one and one is all, to be a rock and not a roll.

	Fmaj7	Am
	And she's buying a stairway to hea	ven

81. Bring On The Lucie (Freda People)

John Lennon/Mind Games (1974)

	E	B	A	B	A	E

	E	B	A	B	A	E
	We don't care what	flag you're	waving

We don't even want to know your name

We don't care where you're from or where you're going

All we know is that you came

You're making all our decisions

We just have one request of you

That while you're thinking things over

Here's something you just better do

Free the people now! - Do it do it do it do it now!

Well we were caught with our hands in the air

Don't despair paranoia is everywhere

We can shake it with our love when we're scared

So let's shout it aloud like a prayer

Free the people now! - Do it do it do it do it now!

We understand your paranoia

But we don't want to play your game

You think you're cool and know what you're doing

666 is your name

So while you're jerking off each-other

You better bear this thought in mind

Your time is up, you better know it

But maybe you don't read the signs

Free the people now! - Do it do it do it do it now!

Well you were caught with your hands in the kill

And you still got to swallow your pill

As you slip and slide down the hill

On the blood of the people you killed

Stop the killing now! - Do it do it do it do it now!

Bring on the lucie ...

Em#5

Em7

Dm/F

D/F#

Bb/A

C(1)
³

C(2)
⁸

82. Jealous Guy

John Lennon

	G	Em	D	D7	Em

	G	Em	D	D6
	I was	dreaming of the	past

	D7	Em	Em#5
	and my heart was beating	fast.

	Em6	D	Dsus	D
	I began to lose con	trol,

	Em	Em7	C	C(1)	C(2)	C(1)
	I be	gan to lose con	trol.

	G	Dm/F	C	Dsus
	I didn't	mean to hurt	you,

	G	Dm/F	Bb	Bb/A
	I'm sorry tha	t I	made you cry.

	G	D/F#	Em	Em7
	I didn't	mean to hurt	you,

	C	G
	I'm just a jealous	guy.

I was feeling insecure, you might not love me anymore.

I was shivering inside, I was shivering inside.

I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry.

Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy.

whistle on verse

I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry.

Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy.

I was trying to catch your eyes, thought that you was trying to hide.

I was swallowing my pain, I was swallowing my pain.

I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry that I made you cry.

Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just a jealous guy, watch out,

I'm just a jealous guy, look out, babe, I'm just a jealous guy.

83. Working Class Hero

John Lennon

	Am	G	Am
As	soon as you're born they	make you feel	small

	Am	G	Am
By	giving you no time in	stead of it	all

	Am	G	Am
'til the	pain is so big you feel	nothing at	all

	Am	G	Am
A	working class hero is	something to	be

	Am	G	D	Am
A	working class	hero is	something to	be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school

They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool

'til youre so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years

Then they expect you to pick a career

When you cant really function you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv

and you think you're so clever and classless and free

But youre still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they're telling you still

but first you must learn to smile as you kill

If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be

	Am	G	Am
If you	want to be a hero well	just follow	me

	Am	G	D	Am
If you	want to be a	hero	just follow	me

Dm7

D7/F#

C/G

84. Daydream

John B. Sebastian / Lovin Spoonful

	C	A7
	What a day for a	daydream

	Dm7	G
	What a day for a daydreamin'	boy

	C	A7
	And I'm lost in a	daydream

	Dm7	G7
	Dreamin' bout my bundle of	joy

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	And even if	time ain't really	on my	side

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	It's one of those	days for takin' a	walk out	side

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	I'm blowin' the	day to take a	walk in the	sun

	G	C/G	G	C/G
And	fall on my	face on somebody's	new-mowed	lawn

	C	A7
	I've been havin' a	sweet dream

	Dm7	G
	I been dreamin' since I woke up to	day

	C	A7
	It's starring me and my	sweet dream

	Dm7	G7
'Cause	she's the one that makes me	feel this way

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	And even if	time is passin' me	by a	lot

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	I couldn't care	less about the	dues you say I've	got

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	Tomorrow I'll	pay the dues for	dropping my	load

	G	C/G	G	C/G
	A pie in the	face for bein' a	sleepy bull	toad

whistle

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	And you can be	sure that if you're	feelin'	right

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	A daydream will	last 'til long	into the	night

	F	D7/F#	C	A7
	Tomorrow at	breakfast you may	prick up your	ears

	G	C/G	G	C/G
or	you may be day	dreamin' for a	thousand	years

What a day for a daydream...

whistle

85. Summer in the City

Mark Sebastian & Steve Boone / Lovin' Spoonful: Hums of the Lovin' Spoonful (1966)

	Am		Am/G		Am/F#		Fmaj7		E7

	Am	Am/G
	Hot town,	summer in the city.

	Am/F#	Fmaj7	E7
	Back of my neck gettin'	dirty and grit	ty.

	Am	Am/G
	Been down	isn't it a pitty,

	Am/F#	Fmaj7	E7
	doesn't seem to be a	shadow in the ci	ty.

	E	E7
	All around	people looking half dead,

	Am	A
	walking on a sideway	hotter than a matchhead.

	D	G
	But at night it's a	diff'rent world,

	D	G
	Go out and	find a girl.

	D	G
	Come on, come on and	dance all night,

	D	G
	despite the head it'll	be all right.

	Bm	E
And	baby don't you	know it's a pitty

	Bm	E
That the	days can't	be like the night

	Bm	E
in the	summer in the	city

	Bm	E
in the	summer in the	city

Cool down, evenin' in the city.

Dressed so fine and lookin' so pretty.

Cool cat, lookin' for a kitty.

Gonna look in every corner of the city.

Till I'm wheezin' like a bus stop,

runnin' up the stairs gonna meet you on the rooftop.

But at night it's a diff'rent world...

break

	Am		Am/G		Am/F#		Fmaj7		E7

Hot town, summer in the city...

But at night it's a diff'rent world...

break

	Am		Am/G		Am/F#		Fmaj7		E7

Hot town, summer in the city...

But at night it's a diff'rent world...

86. Sweet Home Alabama

Lynyrd Skynyrd

	D	C9	G
	Big	wheels keep on	turning

	D	C9	G
	carry me	home to see my	kin

	D	C9	G
	singing	songs about the	Southland

	D	C9	G
I	miss Ala	bamy once a	gain

and I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her

Well, I heard ole Neil put her down

Well, I hope Neil Young will remember

A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

	D	C9	G
	Sweet	home Ala	bama

	D	C9	G
	Where the	skies are so	blue

	D	C9	G
	Sweet	Home Ala	bama

	D	C9	G
	Lord, I'm	coming home to	you

In Birmingham they love the gov'nor

Now we all did what we could do

Now Watergate does not bother me

Does your conscience bother you?

Tell the truth

Sweet home...

Here I come Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers

And they've been known to pick a song or two

Lord they get me off so much

They pick me up when I'm feeling blue

Now how about you?

Sweet home...

Sweet home Alabama Oh sweet home baby

Where the skies are so blue And the guv'nor's true

Sweet Home Alabama Lordy Lord, I'm coming home to you

Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

87. Dream a Little Dream of me

Gus Khan/ the Mamas & the Papas: the Papas & the Mamas (1968)

	C	B7	Ab7	G7	C	A7
	Stars	shining bright a	bove	you;	Night breezes seem to	whisper: I love you.

	F	Fm	C	Ab7	G7
	Birds singing in the	sycamore tree:	Dream a little	dream of	me!

	C	B7	Ab7	G7	C	A7
	Say:	nighty night! and	kiss	me;	Just hold me tight and	tell me you miss me.

	F	Fm	C	Ab7	G7	C	E
	While I'm alone and	blue as can be:	Dream a little	dream	of	me!

	A	F#m	Bm	E7	A	F#m	Bm	E7
	Stars	fading, but I	linger	on, dear;	Still	craving your	kiss.

	A	F#m	Bm	E7	A	F#m	Ab7	G7
	I'm	longing to	linger till	dawn, dear;	Just	saying	this...

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you; Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

But in your dreams whatever they be: Dream a little dream of me!

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear; Still craving your kiss.

I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear; Just saying this...

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you; Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

But in your dreams whatever they be: Dream a little dream of me!

88. California Dreamin'

John Phillips & Michelle Phillips / the Mamas and the Papas: If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears (1966)

Capo IV

	Am	Am7/G	F			Esus4	E7
All the leaves are	brown			-	And the sky is	gray.

	Am	Am7/G	F			Esus4	E
I've been for a	walk			-	On a winter's	day.

	Am	Am7/G	F			Esus4	E
I'd be safe and	warm			-	If I was in L.	A.

	E	Am	Am7/G	F	Esus4	E
	California	dreamin'		- On such a winter's	day.

Stepped in to a church - I passed along the way.

Well I got down on my knees (got down on my knees) -

And I pretend to pray. (I pretend to pray)

You know the preacher likes the cold (preacher likes the cold) -

He knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay)

California dreamin' - On such a winter's day.

Break (Flute Solo)

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown) .

And the sky is gray. (and the sky is gray)

I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk) -

On a winter's day. (on a winter's day)

If I didn't tell her (if I didn't tell her) -

I could leave today: (I could leave today)

	E	Am	Am7/G	F	Am	Am7/G	F
	California	dreamin'		- On such a winter's	day.

	Am	Am7/G	F	Am	Am7/G	F
On such a winter's	day.		- On such a winter's	day.

	Fmaj7	Am
On such a winter's	day.

89. (I was Born Under a) Wand'rin' Star

Alan J. Lerner, Frederick Loewe / Lee Marvin

C-Dm7: v v v v C/B Am7/G ------0---0---0---1--|---0---|---0---| ------1---1---1---1--|---1---|---1---| ------0---0---0---2--|---0---|---0---| ------2---2---2---0--|---2---|---2---| ------3---3---3---x--|---2---|---0---| ------x---x---x---x--|---x---|---3---|

	C-Dm7	C-Dm7	C-Dm7	C-Dm7
	I was	born under a	wanderin'	star,

	C-Dm7	C-Dm7	C-Dm7	C-Dm7
	I was	born under a	wanderin'	star,

	F	Dm7	F	Dm7
	Wheels are made for	rollin',	mules are made to	pack;

	C	C/B	Am7	Am7/G	D	Dm		G
I've	never	seen a	sight that	didn't look better	lookin'	back.

	C-Dm7	C-Dm7	C-Dm7	C-Dm7
	I was	born under a	wanderin'	star, a

	C-Dm7	C-Dm7	C-Dm7		C		C/B
	Wand'rin',	wand'rin'	star.

	Em	D
	Mud can make you prisoner - And the	plains can make you dry;

	Em	D
	Smoke can burn your eyes, But only	people make you cry.

	Dm	C	C/B	Am7		Am7/G
	Home was made for comin' from, And	dreams of	goin'	to,

	D	Dm7	G		D7		G7		G6
	Which, with any	luck, will never come	true.

I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' star.

Do I know where hell is? Hell is in "Hello." Heaven is "Good bye forever, it's time for me to go."

I was born under a wanderin' star, A wanderin', wanderin' star.

	Em	D
	Mud can make you prisoner - And the	plains can make you dry;

	Em	D
	Smoke can burn your eyes, But only	people make you cry.

	Dm	C	C/B	Am7		Am7/G
	Home was made for comin' from, And	dreams of	goin'	to,

	D	Dm7	G		D7		G7		G6
	Which, with any	luck, will never come	true.

I was born under a wanderin' star, I was born under a wanderin' star.

When I get to heaven, better tie me to a tree,

Or I'll be off to roam again, you know where I will be.

I was born under a wanderin' star, A wanderin', wanderin' star.

D11

D9

90. Eve of Destruction

P. F. Sloan / Barry McGuire: Eve of Destruction (1965)

	D	D11	D9	D	D11	D9
	/ / /	/	/	/ / /	/	/

	D	G	A7	D	G	A7
	The eastern world	it is ex	plodin',	violence flarin',	bullets	loadin'.

	D	G	A7
You're	old enough to kill	but not for	votin',

	D	G	A7
You	don't believe in war,	what's that gun you're	totin',

	D	G	A7
And	even the Jordan river has	bodies	floatin',

	A7	D	G	A7	D	Bm
	But you	tell me	over and	over and	over again my	friend,

	G	A7	D	D	D11	D9	D	D11	D9	D9
ah, you	don't believe we're	on the eve of de	struction.	/ / /	/	/	/ / /	/	/

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say? Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?

If the button is pushed, there's no running away,

There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave,

take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy:

But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,

Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin', I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin'.

I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation, Handful of Senators don't pass legislation.

And marches alone can't bring integration, when human respect is disintegratin',

this whole crazy world is just too frustratin':

And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,

Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China! Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!

Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, But when you return, it's the same old place.

The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,

You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace.

Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace:

And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,

Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

A
⁵

A6
⁹

C#m
⁴

C#m7
⁴

E7
⁷

G6

91. San Francisco

John Phillips / Scott McKenzie

	Em	C	G	D
	- - If you're	going to	San Fran	cisco

	Em	C	G	D
	- Be sure to	wear some	flowers in your	hair

	Em	G	Bm7	C	G
	- - If you're	going	to	San Fran	cisco

	G	G6	Bm	Em7	G	D
	-	- You're gonna	meet some	gentle	people	there

	Em	C	G	D
	For those who	come to	San Fran	cisco

	Em	C	G	D
	- - Summer	time will	be a love-in	there

	Em	G	Bm7	C	G
	- - In the	streets	of	San Fran	cisco

	G	G6	Bm	Em7	D
	- -	Gentle	people with	flowers in their	hair

	F	Dm	F	Dm
	All across the	nation	such a strong vi	bration

	G	G	G
	- People in motion	- -	- -

	F	Dm	F	Dm
	There's a whole gener	ation	with a new expla	nation

	G	D	D	D
	- People in motion	- people in motion	- -	- -

	Em	C	G	D
	For those who	come to	San Fran	cisco

	Em	C	G	D
	- Be sure to	wear some	flowers in your	hair

	Em	G	Bm7	C	G
	- - If you	come	to	San Fran	cisco

	G	G6	Bm	Em7	G
	- -	Summer	time will	be a love-in	there

	G	G	Em	Em
	- -	- -	- -	- -

	A6	E7	A	C#m7	D	A
	-	- If you	come	to	San Fran	cisco

	A	A6	C#m	A6	E7	A
	- -	Summer	time will	be a	love-in	there

	A	E	A6	A6	D	D	A	A
	- - -	-	- - -	-	- -	- -	-	- - -

92. American Pie

Don McLean

	Em	D	Em	Am	C	Em	D
A	long,	long	time ago,	I can still re	member how that	music used to make me	smile.

	G	D	Em	Am	C
And	I knew	if I	had my chance that	I could make those	people dance

	Em	C	D7	Em	Am	Em	Am
and	maybe they'd be	happy for a	while. But	February	made me shiver with e	very paper	I'd deliver.

	D	G	Am	C	D7	G	D	Em
	Bad news	on the	doorstep. I	couldn't take one	more step. I	can't re	member	if I cried,

	Am7	D	G	D	Em
when I	read about his	widowed bride, but	something	touched me	deep inside the

	C	D7	G	C	D
	day the	music	died.

	G	C	G	D	G	C	G	D
So	bye	bye Miss A	merican	Pie. Drove my	Chevy to the	levee but the	levee was	dry,

	G	C	G	D	Em	A7	Em	D7
them	good ole	boys were drinkin'	whiskey and	Rye, singing	this'll be the day that I	die,	this'll be the day that I	die.

	G	Am	C	Am
	Did you write the	book of love and	do you have faith in	God above?

	Em	D7	G	D	Em
	If the Bible	tells you so, now	do you be	lieve in	rock and roll?

	Am	C	Em	A7	D7
Can	music save your	mortal soul, and	can you teach me	how to dance real	slow?

	Em	D	Em	D
Well I	know that you're in	love with him. 'Cause I	saw you dancing	in the gym.

	C	G	A7	C	D7
You	both kicked	off your	shoes, man I	dig those rhythm and	blues!

	G	D	Em	Am	C
I was a	lonely	teenage	broncin' buck, with a	pink carnation and a	pick up truck.

	G	D	Em	C	D7	G	C D
But	I knew	I was	out of luck! The	day the	music	died.

	G	D7
	I started	singing

Bye bye Miss American Pie...

Now for ten years, we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone,

but that's not how it used to be when the jester sang for King and Queen

in a coat he'd borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me

oh and while the King was looking down the jester stole his thorny crown

the courtroom was adjourned no verdict was returned.

And while Lenin read a book of Marx the quartett practiced in the park

and we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died.

We were singin'

Bye bye Miss American Pie...

Helter skelter in the summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter

eight miles high and falling fast as it landed on the grass.

The players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune.

We all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance.

Oh as the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield.

Do you recall what was revealed, the day the musik died.

We started singin'

Bye bye Miss American Pie...

And there we were all in one a place, the generation lost in space,

with no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candle stick, 'cos fire is the devils only friend.

Oh and as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in first of rage.

No angel born in hell could break that satan spell.

And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.

He was singin'

Bye bye Miss American Pie...

I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news,

but she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store,

where I heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed.

But not a word was spoken. The church bells are well broken.

And the three men I admire most: The Father, son and the holy ghost,

they caught the last train for the coast, the day the music died.

And they were singin'

Bye bye Miss American Pie... (repeat)

93. Vincent

Don Mc Lean

	G	Gsus4	G		Am
Starry Starry	night			Paint your pallete	blue and grey

	C	D7	G
Look out on a	summers day with	eyes that know the darkness in my	soul.

	Gsus4	G		Am
Shadows on the hills			Sketch the trees and the	daffodils

	C	D7	G
Catch the breeze and the	winter chill In	colors on the snowy linen	land.

	C	G	Am	D7	G	Em
		Now I under	stand	what you tried to	say to me

	Am7	D7	Em
How you suffered for your	sanity	How you tried to set them	free!

	A7	Am7		D7	G
They would not listen, they did	not know how,		per	haps they 'll listen	now!

Starry starry night, Flaming flower's that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, Morning fields of amber graing,

Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand.

	C	G	Am	D7	G	Em
		Now I under	stand	what you tried to	say to me,

	Am7	D7	Em
How you suffered for your	sanity,	How you tried to set them	free!

	A7	Am7		D7	G
They would not listen, they did	not know how,		per	haps they 'll listen	now!

Bridge

	G	Am7	D7	G
	For the could not	love you	but still your love was	true

	Em	Am7	Cm6
	And when no	hope was left in sight on that	starry starry nite

	G	F7	E7	Am7
You	took you life as	lovers often	do But I	could of told you Vinvent

	C	D7	G
This	world was never meant for one as	beautiful as	you

Starry starry night portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that youve met, the ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn and the bloody rose Lire crushed and broken on the virgin snow

	C	G	Am	D7	G	Em
		And now I think I	know,	what you tried to	say to me,

	Am7	D7	Em
How you suffered for your	sanity,	How you tried to set them	free!

	A7	Am7		D7
They would not listen, They're not	listening still,		Per	haps they never will!

94. The Joker

Steve Miller Band

	G	C	D		C		G
	Some people	call me the space	cowboy

	C	D		C		G
Some	call me the gangster of	love

	C	D		C		G
Some	people call me	Maurice

	C	D		C		G
'Cause I speak with the	prophecies of	love

	C	D		C		G
People talk	about me,	baby

	C	D		C		G
Say I'm	doing you wrong, doing you	wrong

	C	D		C		G
Don't you	worry baby don't	worry

	C	D	C	G
'Cause I'm right here,	right here,	right here,	right here at	home

	G	C
	'Cause I'm a pitcher, I'm a	grinner

	G	C
I'm a	lover and I'm a	sinner

	G	C	D	C
	I play my	music in the	sun

	G	C
I'm a	joker, I'm a	smoker

	G	C
I'm a	midnight	talker

	G	C	D	C
	I get my	loving on the	run

Your the cutest thing that I ever did see

Really like your peaches wanna shake your tree

Lovy dovy, lovy dovy, lovy dovy all the time

O wee baby I wanna show you a good time

'Cause I'm a pitcher, I'm a grinner

I'm a lover and I'm a sinner

I play my music in the sun

I'm a joker, I'm a smoker

I'm a midnight talker

I get my loving on the run

95. Nights in White Satin

Justin Hayward / Moody Blues: Days of Future Passed (1967)

	Em	D	Em	D
	Nights in white	satin	Never reaching the	end.

	C	G	F	Em
	Letters I've	written	Never meaning to	send.

	Em	D	Em	D
	Beauty I've	always missed	With these eyes	before.

	C	G	F	Em
	Just what the	truth is,	I can't say any	more

	A	C	Em	D	Em	D
'Cause I	love you, - Yes, I	love you, Oh, how I	love you!

Gazing at people, Some hand in hand,

Just what I'm going through They can't understand.

Some try to tell me Thoughts thay cannot defend.

Just what you want to be You will be in the end.

'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how I love you! Oh.

Nights in white satin Never reaching the end.

Letters I've written Never meaning to send.

Beauty I've always missed, With these eyes before,

Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore

'Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how I love you, Oh, how I love you!

96. In The Ghetto

Mac Davis / Elvis Presley (1969)

	C	C	C4	C	C4	C		Em
As the	snow flies						On a	cold and gray chicago mornin'

	F	G	C	C	C4	C	C4	C
A	poor little baby	child is born - In the	ghetto

	C	C	C4	C	C4	C		Em
And his	mama cries						'cause if	there's one thing that she don't need

	F	G	C	C	C4	C	C4	C
Is an	other hungry	mouth to feed - In the	ghetto

	C	G	F	C
	People, don't you	understand - The child needs a	helping	hand

	F	G	C
Or	he'll grow to be an	angry young man some	day

	G	F	C
Take a look at	you and me, Are we too	blind to	see,

	F	G	C
Do we	simply turn our	heads and look the	other way

	C	C	C4	C	C4	C	Em
Well the	world turns					And a	hungry little boy with a runny nose

	F	G	C	C	C4	C	C4	C
Plays	in the street as the	cold wind blows - In the	ghetto

	C	C	C4	C	C4	C	Em
And his h	unger burns					So he	starts to roam the streets at night

	F	G	C	C	C4	C	C4	C
And he	learns how to steal And he	learns how to fight - In the	ghetto

	G	F	C
	Then one night in desperation A	young man breaks	away.

	F	G	F	G
He	buys a gun,	steals a car, He	tries to run, but he	don't get far

	C	C	C4	C	C4	C	Em
And his	mama cries					As a	crowd gathers 'round an angry young man

	F	G	C	C	C4	C	C4	C
Face	down on the street with a	gun in his hand - In the	ghetto

	C	C	C4	C	C4	C	Em
As her	young man dies,					On a	cold and gray chicago mornin',

	F	G	C	C	C4	C	C4	C
An	other little baby	child is born - In the	ghetto

	C	C	C4	C	C4	C
And his	mama cries

97. Always Look on the Bright Side of Life

Monty Python

	Am	D7	G	Em
Some	things in life are	bad - they can	really make you	mad.

	Am	D7	G	Em
	Other things just	make you swear and	curse.

	Am	D7	G	Em
When you're	chewing on large	gristle - don't	grumble - give a	whistle

	A7	D
And	whistles help things turn out for the	best:

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
And	always	look at the	bright	side of	life				(whistle)

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
	Always	look on the	light	side of	life				(whistle)

	Am	D7	G	Em
If	life seems jolly	rotten - there's	something you've for	gotten

	Am	D7	G	Em
And	that's to laugh and	smile and dance and	sing!

	Am	D7	G	Em
When you're	feeling in the	dumps -	don't be silly	chums

	A7	D
Just	purse your lips and whistle that's the	thing:

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
And	always	look at the	bright	side of	life				(whistle)

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
Come on,	Always	look on the	bright	side of	life				(whistle)

	Am	D7	G	Em
For	life is quite ab	surd - and	death's the final	word

	Am	D7	G	Em
You must	always face the	curtain with a	bow.

	Am	D7	G	Em
For	get about your	sin - give the	audience a	grin

	A7	D
En	joy it's your last chance any	how:

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
So	always	look on the	bright	side of	death				(whistle)

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
	Just be	fore you	draw your	terminal	breath.				(whistle)

	Am	D7	G	Em
	Life's a piece of	shit -	when you look at	it,

	Am	D7	G	Em
	Life's a laugh and	death's a joke - it's	true!

	Am	D7	G	Em
	You see it's all a	show - keep 'em	laughing as you	go;

	A7	D7
Just re	member that the last laugh is on	you:

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
And	always	look at the	bright	side of	life				(whistle)

	G	Em	Am	D7	G		Em		Am	D7
	Always	look on the	right	side of	life				(whistle)

spoken: "Come on guys, cheer up!"

	A	F#	Bm	E7	A	F#		Bm	E7
	Always	look on the	right	side of	life			(whistle)	...

98. Daydream Believer

John Stewart / Monkees

Intro (repeat):

	G		Am7/D
	/ / / /		/ / / /

	G	Am7
Oh, I could	hide 'neath the	wings

	Bm	CaddD
Of the	bluebird as she	sings

	G	Em7	Aadd2		D
The	six o'clock	alarm would never	ring

	G	Am7
But it	rings and I	rise

	Bm	CaddD
Wipe the	sleep out of my	eyes

	G	Em7	Am11	D7	G
My	shaving	razor's	cold	and it	stings

(Guitar:) v v v v v v v v -----------------|----------------- -----------------|----------------- -----4---2---4---|-5---4---2---0--- -----5---4---5---|-7---5---4---2--- -----------------|----------------- -----------------|----------------- (bass:) v v v v v v v v -----------------|----------------- -5---5---4---5---|-7---5---4---2--- -----------------|----------------- -----------------|-----------------

	C	D	Bm
	Cheer up	sleepy	Jean

	C	D	Em	C
	Oh what	can it	mean	to a

	G	C
	Daydream be	liever and a

	G	Em	A7	D7
	Home	coming	que-eehee-	een

	G	Am7
Oh, you	once thought of	me

	Bm	CaddD
As a	white knight on his	steed

	G	Em7	Aadd2		D
	Now you know how	happy I can	be.

	G	Am7
And our	good times start and	end

	Bm	CaddD
Without	dollar one to	spend

	G	Em7	Am11	D7	G
But	how much,	baby,	do we	really	need:

Chorus

Intro

Chorus

...

99. I'm A Believer

Neil Diamond / The Monkees

	G	D	G
	I thought love was	only true in	fairy tales.

	G	D	G
	Meant for someone	else but not for	me.

	C	G
	Love was out to	get me;

	C	G
	That's the way it	seemed;

	C	G	D
	Disappointment	haunted all my	dreams

	D	G	C		G		C		G
	Then I saw her	face			Now I'm a believer

	C		G		C		G
Not a trace			of doubt in my mind

	C	G	F	D7
I'm in love -hoo-	hoo; I'm a be	liever, I couldn't	leave her if I	tried.

	G	D	G
	I thought love was	more or less	a givin' thing

	G	D	G
	It seems the more	I gave the less I	got

	C	G
	What's the use in	tryin'

	C	G
	All you get is	pain

	C	G	D
	When I needed	sunshine I got	rain.

	D	G	C		G		C		G
	Then I saw her	face			Now I'm a believer

	C		G		C		G
Not a trace			of doubt in my mind

	C	G	F	D7
I'm in love -hoo-	hoo; I'm a be	liever, I couldn't	leave her if I	tried.

100. Five Hundred Miles

Hedy West

	C	Am	Dm	Dm7
If you	miss the train I'm	on, you will	know that I am	gone.

	Dm	Dm7	G
You can	hear the whistle	blow a hundred	miles.

	C	Am	Dm	Dm7
A hundred	miles, a hundred	miles, a hundred	miles, a hundred	miles,

	Dm	G	C
You can	hear the whistle	blow a hundred	miles.

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home.

Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home,

Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home.

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name,

Lord I can't go back home this a way.

This a way, this a way, this a way, this a way,

Lord I can't go back home this a way.

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone.

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

101. Leaving on a Jetplane

John Denver / Peter, Paul & Mary

	D7	G	C	G	C
	All my	bags are packed, I'm	ready to go, I'm	standing here out	side the door

	G	Em	D	D7
I	hate to wake you	up to say good	bye.

	G	C	G	C
But the	dawn is breakin', it's	early morn', The	Taxi's waitin', he's	blowin' his horn.

	G	Em	D	D7
Al	ready I'm so	lonesome I could	die.

	G	C	G	C
So	kiss me and	smile for me,	Tell me that you'll	wait for me,

	G	Em	D	D7
	Hold me like you	never let me	go.

	G	C	G	C
'Cause I'm	leaving	on a jet plane,	Don't know when	I'll be back again.

	G		Em		D	D7
		Oh babe,		I hate to	go.

There's so many times I've let you down, So many times I've played around,

I tell you now they don't mean a thing.

Ev'ry place I go I'll think of you, Ev'ry song I sing I sing for you.

When I come back I'll bring your wedding ring.

So kiss me ...

Now the time has come to leave you, One more time let me kiss you,

Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.

Dream about the days to come, When I won't have to leave alone,

About the times I won't have to say.

So kiss me ...

102. Breathe

David Gilmour, Richard Wright, Roger Waters / Pink Floyd: The Dark Side of the Moon (1973)

	Em	A	Em	A

	Em	A	Em	A
	Breathe, breathe in the	air -	Don't be afraid to	care

	Em	A	Em	A
	Leave but don't leave	me -	Look around and chose your own	ground

	C	Bm
For	long you live and high you fly - And	smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

	F	G	G7	B
And	all you touch and all you see - Is	all your life will	ever	be

	Em	A	Em	A
	Run, run, rabbit,	run -	Dig that hole, forget the	sun,

	Em	A	Em	A
	And when at last the work is	done -	Don't sit down it's time to start an	other one

	C	Bm
For	long you live and high you fly - But	only if you ride the tide

	F	G	G7	B
And	balanced on the biggest wave - You	race toward an	early	grave.

Reprise

	Em	A	Em	A
	Home, home a	gain -	I like to be there when	UI can

	Em	A	Em	A
	When I come in cold and	tired -	It's good to warm my bones beside	the fire

	C	Bm
	Far away across the field - The	tolling of the iron bell

	F	G	G7	B
	Calls the faithful to their knees - To	hear the softly spoken	magic	spells.

103. Brain Damage

Roger Waters / Pink Floyd: The Dark Side of the Moon (1973)

	D	G7	D	G7
	- The lunatic is on the	grass,	- The lunatic is on the	grass,

	D	E/D
	- Rememb´ring games and	daisy chains and laughs,

	A7	D		D2
	Got to keep the loonies on the path.

- The lunatic is in the hall,- The lunatics are in my hall.

- The paper holds their folded faces to the floor,

	D7		D9
And ev´ry day the paper boy brings more.

	G	A
	And if the	dam breaks open many years too soon,

	C	G
	And if there is no	room upon the hill.

	G	A7
	And if your head explodes with dark, fore	bodings , too,

	C	G	Bm7		Em7		A		A7
- I´ll	see you on the	dark side of the moon.

- The lunatic is in my head, "HaHaHaHa" - The lunatic is in my head.

- You raise the blade, - You make the change - You rearange me till I´m sane.

- You lock the door, -And throw away the key

- There´s someone in my head but it´s not me.

- And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear, - You shout and no one seems to hear,

- And if the band you´re in starts playin´diff´rent tunes,

-I´ll see you on the dark side of the moon.

D

G7

D

G7

D

E/D

A7

D

Dsus2

D

E/D

A7

D

Dsus2

D

104. Those Were The Days

Gene Raskin

	Am	Am7
	Once upon a time there was a	tavern,

	A7	Dm
	where we used to raise a glass or	two.

	Am7
Remember how we laughed away the	hours,

	B7	E
and	dreamed of all the great things we would	do.

	Am	Dm
Those were the	days, my friend, we thought they'd	never end,

	G	G7	C
we'd sing and	dance for	ever and a da	y;

	Dm	Am
We'd live the	life we choose, we'd fight and	never loose,

	E7	Am
For we were	young, and sure to have our	way.

	A7	Dm
La la la la la la la	la la	la la la

	E7	Am
Those were the	days, oh yes those were the d	ays.

Then the busy years went rushing by us.

We lost our starty notions on the way.

If by chance I'd see you in the tavern,

we'd smiled at one another, and we'd say:

repeat chorus

Just tonight I stood before the tavern.

Nothing seemed the way it used to be.

In the glass I saw a strange reflection,

was that lonley woman really me?

repeat chorus

Through the door there came familiar laughter.

I saw your face and heard you call my name.

Oh, my friend, we're older, but no wiser.

For in our hearts the dream are still the same.

repeat chorus

105. Sitting on the Dock of the Bay

Otis Redding

	G	G	B	C	B	Bb	A
	/ / / /	Sitting in the morning	sun - I'll be	sitting when the	eve	ning	comes

	G	B	C	B	Bb	A
	Watching the ships	roll in - And I	watch 'em roll a	way	a	gain

	G	E7	G	E7
	Sitting on the dock of the	bay - Watching the	tide roll a	way

	G	A7	G	E7
I'm just	sitting on the dock of the	bay - Wasting	time

	G	B	C	B	Bb	A
I	left my home in	Georgia - Headed	for the '	Fris	co	bay

	G	E	C	B	Bb	A
'Cause I	had nothin to	live for - And look like	nothing's gonna	come	my	way!

So I'm just

Sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time.

	G	D	C7
	Look	like	nothing's gonna change

	G	D	C7
	Every	thing	still remains the same

	G	D	C7	G
	I can't	do what	ten people tell	me to do

	F	D
	So I guess I'll re	main the same

	G	B	C	B	Bb	A
	Sittin here resting my	bones - And this	loneliness won't leave	me	a	lone

	G	B	C	B	Bb	A
It's	two thousand miles I	roamed - Just to	make this dock	my a	-	home

Now, I'm just

Sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time.

106. 2000 Men

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Their Satanic Majesties Request (1967)

	A	E7	A
Well my	name is a number, a	piece of plastic	film

	A	E7	A
And I	grow tiny flowers in my	little window	sill

	D	A/Asus4
Don't you	know I'm the two thousand	man?

	D	A	G	A	E7
And my	kids, they just don't under	stand	me	at	all

Though my wife still respects me, I really misuse her

I am having an affair with a random computer

Don't you know I'm the two thousand man?

And my kids, they just don't understand me at all

	A	D	A	(A)	D	A
	Oh	dad	dy, be	proud of your	pla	net,

	A	D	A	E7	A
	Oh	mom	my, be	proud of your	sun

	A	D	A	(A)	D	A
	Oh	dadd	y, be	proud of your	plan	et

	A	D	A	E7	A
	Oh	momm	y, be	proud of your	sun

D(?)

Oh daddy, is your brain still flashing

	B7	E7
	like it did when	you were young?

	A
	Or did you come down crashing

	E7	A
	seeing all the things you'd	done?

	E7	A
	Oh it's a big put -	on

	A	D	A
	Oh daddy, be	proud of your	planet

	(A)	E7	A
	Oh mommy, be	proud of your	sun

	A	D	A
	Oh daddy, be	proud of your	planet

	(A)	E7	A
	Oh mommy, be	proud of your	son

	D	A/Asus4
Don't you	know who's the two tho	usand man?

	D	A	G	A	E7	(hold)
And my	kids, they just don't under	stand	me	at	all

	A	D	E7	A

107. 2000 Light Years from Home

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Their Satanic Majesties Request (1967)

	E7
	Sun turning 'round with graceful motion.

We're setting off with soft explosion,

	A7	E7
	Bound for a star with fiery	oceans.

	G	A	B	E7
	It's so very lonely,	You're a hundred	light years from	home!

	E7	A7	E7
	Freezing red deserts turn to dark -	Energy here in every	part.

	G	A	B	E7
	It's so very lonely,	You're six hundred	light years from	home!

solo

	G	A	B	E7
	It's so very lonely,	You're a thousand	light years from	home!

	G	A	B	E7
	It's so very lonely,	You're a thousand	light years from	home!

	E7
	Bell flight fourteen you can now land,

See you on Aldebaran.

	A7	E7
	Safe on the green desert	sand.

	G	A	B	E7
	It's so very lonely,	You're two thousand	light years from	home!

	G	A	B	E7
	It's so very lonely,	You're two thousand	light years from	home!

	G	A	B	E7
	It's so very lonely,	You're two thousand	light years from	home!

108. Angie

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones

	Am	E	G	F	C
	Angie,	Angie,	when will those	clouds all disap	pear?

	Am	E	G	F	C
	Angie,	Angie,	where will they	lead us from	here?

	G	Dm	Am
With no	loving in our souls and no	money in our	coats,

	C	F	G	Am	E	G	F	C
	You can't	say we're satis	fied.	Angie,	Angie	you can't	say we never	tried .

	Am	E	G	F	C
	Angie, you're	beautiful,	but ain't it	time we said good	bye?

	Am	E	G	F	C
	Angie, I still	love you,	remember	all those nights we	cried.

	G	Dm	Am
All the	dreams we held so close seem to	all go up in	smoke,

	C	F	G	Am	E	G	F	C
	Oh let me	whisper in your	ear:	Angie,	Angie	where will they	lead us from	here?

piano solo

	G	Dm	Am
Oh	Angie don't you weep; all your	kisses still taste	sweet.

	C	F	G	Am	E	G	F	C
	I hate that	sadness in your	eyes! But	Angie,	Angie	ain't it	time we said good	bye?

strings

	G	Dm	Am	C	F	G
With no	loving in our souls and no	money in our	coats;	Oh you can't	say we're satis	fied!

	Am	E	G	F	C
But	Angie, I still love you	baby,	everywhere I	look I see your	eyes.

	Dm	Am	C	F	G
	There ain't a woman that comes	close to you;	come on	baby dry your	eyes!

Am

E

G

F

C

Am

E

G

F

E

Dm

C

Angie,

Angie

ain't it

good to be a

live?

Angie,

Angie

they can't

say we never

tr

ie

d!

109. Brown Sugar

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Sticky Fingers (1971)

	\|:	Esus4	E	\|	A	Asus4	A	:\|
	\|: - -	/	/	\|	/ /	/' /'	/' /'	:\| (3x)

|:

C

Csus4

C

A

Asus4

A

F

G

A

Asus4

A

:|

|:

/

/ / /

/ /

/

/ / /

/ /

/ / /

/

/ / /

/ /

:|

	A	D
	Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,	sold in a market down in New Orleans.

	A	G	A
	Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright,	hear him whip the women	just around midnight:

	E		A	Asus4	A	Asus4		A
		Brown Sugar	- how come you	taste so	good.

	E		A	Asus4	A	Asus4		A
		Brown Sugar	- just like a	young girl	should.

	C	Csus4	C	A	Asus4	A	F	G	A	Asus4	A
	/	/ / /	/ /	/	/ / /	/ /	/ / /	/ / /	/	/ / /	/ /

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot, lady of the house wond'ring where it's gonna stop.

Houseboy knows that he's doin' alright, you should have heard him just around midnight:

Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should.

Solo

|:

A

C

Csus4

C

A

Asus4

A

F

G

A

Asus4

A

:|

G

A

|:

/

/ / /

/ /

/

/ / /

/ /

/ / /

/

/ / /

/

:| (4x)

/

/ / /

Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen and all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen.

I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like, you should have heard me just around midnight:

Brown Sugar - how come you taste so good. Brown Sugar - just like a young girl should.

110. Country Honk

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed (1969)

	G	C	G	D	D7	G
	//// //// //// ////	//// //// //// ////	//// /////	//	//	////

	G	C
	I'm sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in	Jackson

	G	A	D	D7
And	on the street the	summer sun it	shines

	G	C
There's	many a bar-room queen I've had in	Jackson

	G	D	D7	G
But I	just can't seem to	drink you	off my	mind

	G	D	D7	G
	It's the	ho-ho-ho-	honky tonk	women

	D	D7	G
Gimme, gimme,	gimme the	honky tonk	blues

	G	C
	I laid a divorcee in New York	City

	G	A	D	D7
I h	ad to put up	some kind of a	fight

	G	C
The	lady she all dressed me up in	roses

	G	D	D7	G
She	blew my nose and	then she	blew my	mind

	G	D	D7	G
	It's the	ho-ho-ho-	honky tonk	women

	D	D7	G
Gimme, gimme,	gimme the	honky tonk	blues

Solo: over verse chords

	G	D	D7	G
	It's the	ho-ho-ho-	honky tonk	women

	D	D7	G
Gimme, gimme,	gimme the	honky tonk b	lues

	G	D	D7	G
	It's the	ho-ho-ho-	honky tonk	women

	D	D7	G	C	G
Gimme, gimme,	gimme the	honky tonk	blues

111. Dandelion

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones (1967)

Capo III

	G	A7
	Prince or pauper, beggarman or	king;

	G	A7
	Play the game with every flower you	bring.

	G	Em	C	A7
	Dandelions all	tell no lies -	Dandelions will	make you wise -

	G	Em	C	A7
	Tell me if she	laughs or cries -	Blow away dande	lion.

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, five.

Dandelions don't care about the time.

Dandelion don't tell no lies - Dandelion will make you wise -

Tell me if she laughs or cries - Blow away dandelion.

	C	E7
	Blow away dande	lion.

Bridge

	E7	A	A7	E
	So you're	holding out	just the	same,

	A	A7	E
You can	play the dande	lion	game.

	A	D7
When you're	finished with your childlike	prayer

Well you know you should wear it.

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor's life;

Rich man, poor man, beautiful doctor's wife.

Dandelion won't tell no lies - Dandelion will make you wise,

Tell me if she laughs or cries - Blow away dandelion.

Blow away dandelion.

Little girls and boys come out to play.

Bring your dandelions to blow away.

Dandelion won't tell no lies - Dandelion will make you wise.

Tell me if she laughs or cries - Blow away dandelion.

	C	G
	Blow away dandel	ion.

112. Love in Vain

R. Johnson, Jagger & Richards / Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed (1969)

G

G7

G

G7

C

C7

G

G7

D

D7

C

C7

G

G7

D

D7

/ / / /

/ /

	G	G7	G	G7
Well, I	followed her to the	station with a	suitcase in my	hand.

	C	C7	G	G7
Yeah, I	followed her up to the	station	with a suitcase in my	hand,

	D	D7	C
Well, it's	hard to tell, it's	hard to tell

	C7	G	G7		D		D7
all your	love's in	vain.

When the train came into the station - I looked her in the eye,

Well, the train came into the station - I looked her in the eye,

Well, I felt so sad and lonesome - I could not help but cry.

Slide guitar solo on 1 chorus (now you can hear the Hammond)

When the train left the station, it had two lights on behind

Yeah, the train left the station, it had two lights on behind

Well, the blue light was my baby and the red light was my mind.

Harp solo on 1 chorus

	G
	All my love's in vain.

All my love's in vain.

E
⁵

A
⁸

B
⁷

113. 19th Nervous Breakdown

Jagger, Richards / the Rolling Stones

riff 1 (E) riff 2 (B) riff 3 (A) riff 4 (A) e |-------------| |-----------| |-----------| |---------| b |---10-10-9---| |---5-5-4---| |---3-3-2---| |-----5s3-| G |---11-11-9---| |---6-6-4---| |---4-4-2---| |-4s6-----| D |-9---------9-| |-4-------4-| |-2-------2-| |---------| A |-------------| |-----------| |-----------| |---------| E |-------------| |-----------| |-----------| |---------|

	E
You're	the kind of person you meet at certain dismal dull affairs,

Centre of a crowd talking much to loud running up and down the stairs.

	A
Well it	seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years

	E
And	though you've tried you just cant hide your eyes are edged with tears.

	B	(riff 2)		A	(riff 4)		E
You'd better	stop	-	- look a	round	-	- Here it	comes - here it comes -

	A	E
here it	comes - here it comes - Here	comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown!

When you were a child you were treated kind but never brought up right.

You were overspoilt with a thousand toys and still you cried all night.

Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax,

Your fathers still perfecting ways of making sealing wax.

You'd better stop - - look around - - Here it comes - here it comes -

here it comes - here it comes - Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown!

bridge

	B	E
	Oh who's to blame; that	girls just insane!

	A	(riff 3)	B	(riff 2)	E
	Well	nothing I do don't seem to work it	only	seems to make matters worse; Oh	please!

You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed youre mind

And after that you turned your back on treating people kind.

On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange you mind

But after while I realised you were disarranging mine!

You'd better stop - - look around - - Here it comes - here it comes -

here it comes - here it comes - Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown!

114. Paint it, Black!

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Aftermath (1966)

	Dm	Asus4	A
	I see a red door and I	want it painted	black

	Dm	Asus4	A
	No colors anymore I	want them to turn	black

	Dm	C	F	G	Asus4	A
	I	see the	girls walk	by dressed	in their summer	clothes

	Dm	C	F	G	Asus4	A
	I	have to	turn my	head un	til the darkness	goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black

With flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

I see my red door and I want it painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the fact

It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

I could not forsee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the setting sun

My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

	Solo:	\|:	Dm	Asus4	A	:\|

I want to see your face, painted black,

black as night, black as gold

I wanna see the sun flying high upon the sky

I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, Yeah

115. Ruby Tuesday

Jagger & Richards / Rolling Stones

	Am	C	F	C
	She would	never	say where she came	from

	Am	C	F	G
	Yesterday	don't	matter if it's	gone

	Am	D7	G
	While the	sun is	bright

	Am	D7	G
	Or in the	darkest	night

	C	G	G7
No one	knows she comes and	goes

	C	G	F	G
	Good	bye	Ruby	Tuesday,

	C	G	F	G
	Who could	hang a	name on	you?

	C	G	F	C
	When you	change with	ev'ry	new day,

	G	G
	Still I'm gonna miss you!

Don't question why she needs to be so free

She'll tell you it's the only way to be

She just can can't be chained

To a life where nothing's gained

And nothing's lost at such a cost

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with ev'ry new day, Still I'm gonna miss you!

There's no time to loose I heard her say

Cash your dream before they slip away

Dying all the time

Lose your dreams and you

will loose your mind ain't life unkind

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with ev'ry new day, Still I'm gonna miss you!

116. Salt of the Earth

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Beggar's Banquet (1968)

	E	B	E	A	E	E	B	E	A	E
	Let's	drink to the	hard working	peo	ple,	Let's	drink to the	lowly of	bi	rth.

	E	B	E	A	E	E	B	E	A	E
	Raise your	glass to the	good and the	e-e-	vil,	Let's	drink to the	salt of the	e-e-a-	arth.

	E	B	E	A	E	E	B	E	A	E
	Say a	prayer for the	common foot	sol	dier,	Spare a	thought for his	back breaking	wo-o-	ork.

E

B

E

A

E

B

E

A

E

A

E

A

E

A

E

Say a

prayer for his

wife and his

chil

dren,

who burn the

fires and who

still till the

earth.

	C#m	G#m	C#m	G#m	F#m
	And when I search a	faceless crowd -	A swirling mass of	gray and	black and white -

	G#m	A	B7
	They don't look real to me -	In fact, they look so	strange...

Raise your glass to the hard working people - Let's drink to the uncounted heads.

Let's think of the wandering millions - who need leaders but get gamblers instead.

Spare a thought for the stay at home voter - his empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows.

And a parade of the gray suited grafters - a choice of cancer or polio.

And when I search a faceless crowd - a swirling mass of gray and black and white -

They don't look real to me - in fact, they look so strange!

Let's drink to the hard working people, Let's think of the lowly of birth.

spare a thought for the rag taggy people, Let's drink to the salt of the earth.

Let's drink to the hard working people. Let's drink to the salt of the earth.

Let's think of the two thousand million. Let's think of the humble of birth.

Let's have a drink to the salt of the earth...

117. (Walking Thru The) Sleepy City

Jagger & Richards / The Rolling Stones: Metamorphosis (1975)

	G	D
	Walkin' thru' the	sleepy city,

	G	D
	In the dark it	looks so pretty,

	C	D7
	Till I got to the	one cafe,

	C	G
	That stays open	night and day.

Just a lookin' at the sleepy city,

In the night it looks so pretty.

No one sees the city lights,

they just care about the warmth inside.

No one listens to what people say.

I just sit and hear the radio play.

Just then this girl walked in my way,

And she was as pretty as my sleepy city.

Will you walk through the sleepy city,

In the night it looks so pretty.

Tired of walkin on my own,

It looks better when you're not alone.

Will you walk through the sleepy city,

In the night it looks so pretty.

I'm tired of walkin on my own,

It looks better when you're not alone.

Mm mm mm mm mm mm - La la la la la la - La la la la la la - la la la la la

Will you walk through the sleepy city,

In the night, well it looks so pretty.

I'm tired of walkin on my own,

It looks better when you're not alone.

C'mon walk through that sleepy city,

I said in the night it looks so pretty.

I'm tired of walkin that park on my own,

It looks better when you're not alone.

118. Sympathy For The Devil

Jagger, Richards / The Rolling Stones

	E	D	A	E
	Please allow me to intro	duce myself, I'm a	man of wealth and	taste.

	D	A	E
I've been around for	long, long years, stolen	many a man's soul and	faith.

	D	A	E
I was 'round when	Jesus Christ had his	moments of doubt and	pain.

	D	A	E
Made damn' sure that	Pilate washed his	hands and sealed his	fate.

	B	E
	Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my	name,

	B	E
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!

	\|:		E	D	A	E	:\| (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!

	\|:		E	D	A	E	:\|
		(	so	lo)

119. Wild Horses

Jagger & Richards / the Rolling Stones: Sticky Fingers (1970)

	G	Am	G	Am	G

	Bm	G	Bm	G
	Childhood	living	is easy to	do

	Am	C	D	G	D	C
	The things you	wanted		I bought them for	you

	Bm	G	Bm	G
	Graceless	lady	you know who I	am

	Am	C	D	G	D	C
	You know I	can't let you		slide through my	hands.

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild	Horses		couldn't	drag me	away.

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild, wild	horses		couldn't	drag me a	way.

	Bm	G	Bm	G
	I watched you	suffer	a dull aching	pain,

	Am	C	D	G	D	C
	Now you de	cided		to show me the	same.

	Bm	G	Bm	G
	No sweet thing	exits	oh of stage	blinds.

	Am	C	D	G	D	C
	Could make me be	bitter	or	treat you	unkind.

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild	Horses		couldn't	drag me	away.

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild, wild	horses		couldn't	drag me a	way.

solo I

	Bm	G	Bm	G
	I know I've	drained you	it seemed like a	lie.

	Am	C	D	G	D	C
	I have my	freedom		but I don't have much	time.

	Bm	G	Bm	G
	Faith has been	broken	tears must be	cried.

	Am	C	D	G	D	C
	Let's do some	living		after we've	died.

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild	horses		couldn't	drag me a	way.

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild, wild	horses		we'll	ride them some	day.

solo II

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild	horses		couldn't	drag me a	way.

	Am	C	D	G	F	C
	Wild, wild	horses		we'll	ride them some	day.

Cadd9

Fadd9

120. You Can't Always Get What You Want

Jagger-Richards / the Rolling Stones: Let it Bleed (1969)

Intro: choir sings 1st verse, chorus; guitar & french horn

	\|:	C	Cadd9	C	F	Fadd9	F	:\|

	C	F	C	F
I	saw her today at the re	ception,	- a glass of wine in her	hand

	C	F	C	F
I	knew she was gonna meet her con	nection, - at her	feet was a footloose	man

	C	F	C	F
You	can't always get what you	want, You	can't always get what you	want

	C	F
You	can't always get what you	want,

	D	F	C	F	C	Cadd9	C	F	Fadd9	F
But if you	try sometimes, you just might	find, you get what you	need!

I went down to the demonstration, - To get my fair share of abuse.

Singing: "We're gonna vent our frustration! - If we don't we're gonna blow a fivty amp fuse!"

You can't always get what you want, You can't always get what you waant,

You can't always get what you want,

But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need!

I went down to the Chelsea Drug Store, - To get your prescription filled.

I was standing in line with Mister Jimmy, - And man did he look pretty ill!

We decided that we would have a soda, - my favorite flavour - cherry red.

I sung my song to Mister Jimmy, - and he said one word to me and that was "dead".

I said: You can't always get what you want, You can't always get what you waant,

You can't always get what you want,

But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need!

Interlude: brief electric solo and choir, instrumental

	Dsus		C		F		Dsus		G7sus

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C

Cadd9

C

F

Fadd9

F

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D

F

C

Cadd9

C

F

Fadd9

F

C

Cadd9

C

you get what you

need!

I saw her today at the reception, - in her glass was a bleeding man.

She was practiced at the art of deception, - I could tell by her bloodstained hands.

You can't always get what you want, You can't always get what you waant,

You can't always get what you want,

But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need!

G/F

G/E

G/D

121. Where Do You go to My Lovely

Peter Sarstedt

Riff G/F G/E G/D E6 --3----3----3--| B5 --0----0----0--| G4 --0----0----0--| D3 --3----2----0--| A2 --2----2----2--| E1 --3----3----3--|

	C	Em
You	talk like Marlene	Dietrich

	F	G
And you	dance like Zizi Jean	maire

	C	Em
Your	clothes are all made by	Balmain

	F	G		G/F		G/E		G/D
And there's	diamonds and pearls in your	hair

	C	Em
You	live in a fancy a	ppartement

	F	G
Of the	Boulevard of St. Mi	chel

	C	Em
Where you	keep your Rolling Stones	records

	F	G		G/F		G/E		G/D
And a	friend of Sacha Di	stel

	C	Em
But	where do you go to my	lovely

	F	G
	When you're alone in your	bed

	C	Em
	Tell me the thoughts that sur	round you

	F	G		G/F		G/E		G/D
I	want to look inside your	head

I've seen all your qualifications

You got from the Sorbonne

And the painting you stole from Picasso

Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation

You go to Juan-les-Pines

With your carefully designed topless swimsuit

You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs

When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz

With the others of the jet-set

And you sip your Napoleon Brandy

But you never get your lips wet

But where do you go to..

Your name is heard in high places

You know the Aga Khan

He sent you a racehorse for christmas

And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha

They say that when you get married

It'll be to a millionaire

But they don't realize where you came from

And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn

But where do you go to..

I remember the back streets of Naples

Two children begging in rags

Both touched with a burning ambition

To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire

And remember just who you are

Then go and forget me forever

'Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely

When you're alone in your bed

I know the thoughts that surround you

'Cause I can look inside your head

122. Keep the Customer Satisfied

Paul Simon / Simon & Garfunkel: Bridge Over Troubled Water (1970)

	D	n.c.	D	D7
		Gee but its great to be back	home - Home is where I want to	be.

	G
I've been on the road so	long,

	D	Em	G
And if you came along - I	know you couldn't	disa-	gree.

	D
It's the same old	story!

	G	D	A7	D	D7	G
Everywhere I	go, I get	slandered,	libelled, I hear	words I never	heard in the	bible,

	D	Bm	D	Bm
And I'm	one step ahead of the	shoe shine,	Two steps away from the	county line,

	D	D7	G	D
Just	trying to keep my	customers	satisfied, satis	fied!

	n.c.	D	D7
	Deputy sheriff said to	me: "Tell me what you come here	for, boy?

	G
You better get your	bags and flee.

	D	Em	G
You're in trouble boy and	now you're headed	into	more,

	D
It's the same old	story!"

	G	D	A7	D	D7	G
Everywhere I	go, I get	slandered,	libelled, I hear	words I never	heard in the	bible,

	D	Bm	D	Bm
And I'm	one step ahead of the	shoe shine,	Two steps away from the	county line,

	D	D7	G	D
Just	trying to keep my	customers	satisfied, satis	fied!

	D	G		D		Em		G	D
	Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho, Oh-ho-	ho						It's the same old sto	ry!

	G	D	A7	D	D7	G
Everywhere I	go, I get	slandered,	libelled. I hear	words I never	heard in the	bible,

	D	Bm	D	Bm
And I'm	so -	tired! I'm	oh - oh -	oh - tired!

	D	D7	G	D
Just	trying to keep my	customers	satisfied, satis	fied!

solo

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G

D

G

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A7

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D

G

D

G

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	D	D7	G	D
Just	trying to keep my	customers	satisfied, satis	fied!

	D	D7	G	D
Just	trying to keep my	customers	satisfied, satis	fied!

123. The Boxer

Paul Simon / Simon & Garfunkel: Bridge Over Troubled Water (1969)

	C	Am
	I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom	told,

	G	Dm	G	C
I have	squandered my resistance - For a	pocket full of	mumbles, such are	promises.

	Am	G	F
All lies and	jest, still a	man hears what he	wants to hear,

	C	G	F	C
And disregards the	rest. (hm-hm	hm, hm -hm	hm-hm hm-hm	hm)

	C	Am	G
When I	left my home and my family, I was no more than a	boy - In the	company of strangers,

	Dm	G	C
In the	quiet of a	railway station,	running scared,

	Am	G	F
Laying	low, seeking	out the poorer	quarters -

	C	G	F	C
Where the ragged people	go, Looking	for the places	only they would	know.

	Am	G	Am
Lie la	lie, Lie la	lie la lie la lie, Lie la	lie,

	F	G	C
Lie la	lie la la la	lie la la la la	lie.

	C	Am	G
Asking	only workman's wages I come looking for a	job - But I get no	offers,

	Dm	G	C
Just a	come-on from the	whores on Seventh	Avenue.

	Am	G	F
I do de	clare, there were	times when I was	so lonesome,

	C	G	F	C
I took some comfort	there. (La la	Lie, la la	lie lie la la	lie)

	C	Am	G
Then I'm	laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was	gone, Going	home;

	Dm	G	C	Am	G
Where the	New York City	winters aren't	bleeding me	Leading me, going	home.

	C	Am
In the	clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his	trade,

	G	G7
And he	carries a reminder of	ev'ry glove that laid him down

	C	Am	C	Am
Or	cut him till he	cried out in his	anger and his	shame:

	G	F	C
"I am	leaving, I am	leaving, But the fighter still re	mains".

	Am	G	Am
Lie la	lie, Lie la	lie la lie la lie, Lie la	lie,

	F	G	C
Lie la	lie la la la	lie la la la la	lie.

124. 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	-	E	E
	One of these days these	boots are gonna	walk all over you.	- -	You!

	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	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.	- -	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!

125. Far Far Away

Slade

Am

G

Am

G

Am

G

Am

	Am	G	Am	G
I've seen the	yellow lights go	down the Missi	ssippi

	Am	G	Am	G
I've seen the	bridges of the	world and they are for	real

	F	G	C	C2	C
I've had a	red light off the	wrist without me	even	getting	kissed,

	F	G
it	still seems so un	real.

I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska,

I've seen the sunset in the East and in the West,

I've sang the glory that was Rome and passed the 'Hound Dog' singer's home,

It still seems for the best.

	C	C/B	C/A	C/G	F	G
And I'm	far,	far	away	with my	head up in the	clouds,

	C	C/B	C/A	C/G	F	G
and I'm	far,	far	away	with my	feet down in the	crowds,

	C	C/B	C/A	C/G	F	E	Am
letting	loose	around the	world,	but the	call of home is	loud, still as	loud.

I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre

and felt the silence hanging low in No Man's land,

and though those Spanish nights were fine, it wasn't only from the wine,

It still seems all in hand:

And I'm far, far away with my head up in the clouds,

And I'm far, far away with my feet down in the crowds,

letting loose around the world, but the call of home is loud, still as loud.

I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi

The grand Bahama island stories carry on,

And though those alligator smiles, stay in your memory for a while

There still seems more to come:

And I'm far, far away ...

126. Lazy Sunday

Ronnie Lane & Steve Marriott/Small Faces: Ogden's Nut Gone Flake (1968)

INTRO

	A	D	G	E	A	D	E
	/ , / ,	/ /	/ , / ,	/ / - -	/ , / ,	/ /	////////

	A	E	G	D	A
Ah,	wouldn't it be	nice, to	get on with me	neighbours?

	E	G	D	A
But they make it very	clear, they've	got no room for	ravers.

	D
	They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall!

	E
	They're doing me crust in, it's no good at all!

	A	D	A	C	F	G	A	E	G	D	A
	Lazy	Sunday after	noon! I've got no	mind to worry. I	close my	eyes and drift	away.

	A	E	G	D	A
	Here we all	are	sittin' in a	rainbow	.

	A	E	G	D	A
(Gor' blimey)	hello Mrs.	Jones,	how's old Bert's lum	bago?	(He mustn't grumble)

	D
	I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune,

	E
	To sing in your party while you suss-out the moon! Oh,

	A	D	A	C	F	G	A	E	G	D	A
	Lazy	Sunday after	noon! I've got no	mind to worry. I	close my	eyes and drift	away.

	A	E	G	D	A
	Root-de-doo-de-	doo, a-	root-de-doot-de	doy day.

	E	G	D	A
A-root-de doot de	dum, a-	root-de-doo-de-	doody.

	D
	There's no one to hear me, there's nothing to say;

	E
	And no one can stop me from feeling this way, yeah!

	A	D	A	C	F	G	A	E	G	D	A
	Lazy	Sunday after	noon! I've got no	mind to worry. I	close my	eyes and drift	away.

	A	D	A	C
	Lazy	Sunday after	noon! I've got no	mind to worry.

	F	G	A	C#m	F#m	D	E	A
	Close my	eyes and drift	a,	close my	eyes and drift	away. Close my	eyes and drift	away.

F

G

A

C#m

F#m

D

E

A

Dbm

G

D

Dm

E

I close my

eyes and drift

a,

close my

eyes and drift

away. close my

eyes and drift

away

.

	F	G	A	C#m	F#m	D	E	A
	I close my	mind and drift	a,	close my	mind and drift	away. close my	eyes and drift	away.

Fade Out

127. The Universal

Steve Marriott & Ronnie Lane / the Small Faces: Autumn Stone (1968)

	A
	There’s such a lot of good ways to be bad

	D	A
And	so many bad ways to be good - haven’t paid my	rent yet.

	B7	E7	A
	I tell them sorry but I	haven’t got the money any	more!

	F#	B7	E7
	Just for today I thought I’d leave home alone, hold	hands with day;

	D	A
And if	I’m so bad, why don’t they take me a	way?

	A
	Just like what you hear with a shell pressed to your ear:

	D	D7	A
That’s the	sea in the trees in the	morning! Hello the	universal!

	B7	E7	A
	Good morning Steve, well	you won’t believe me to	day.

	F#	B7	E7
	Working doesn’t seem to be the perfect thing for me so I’ll co	ntinue to play

	D	A
And if	I’m so bad why don’t they take me a	way?

	D	Dsus4	D	A	B7	E7	A

	A
	Well a hippy trippy name dropper came through my door.

	D
He said "I	just bumped into Mick, he told me you know where to score?"

	A	B7	E7	A
No not	me friend,	I mind my own	and my own minds	me.

	F#	B7	E7
	Well my love is at the foot of your hand -	come what may.

	D	A
But if	June comes first please won’t you take me a	way?

128. Tin Soldier

Steve Marriot / the Small Faces: the Autumn Stone (1969)

E

G

D

A

E

G

D

A

E

G

D

A

	E	G	D	A	E
	I - am a	little tin soldier that	wants to jump	into your	fire

	E	G	D	A	C#m
	you are a	look in your eye a	dream passing	by in the	sky

	D	F	A	F#m
	But I don't under	stand that all I	need is treat me like a	man

	A	F#m	D
'cause I ain't no	child - take me like I	am

	E	D	E	D	E
	I got to	know that I be	long to you - Do any	thing that you	want to do

	D	E	D		C		B
sing any	song that you	want me - to sing to	you

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E

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I don't

need no

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aggra

vation

	E	G	A		G
	I just got to	make you		-	got to live it

	E	G	A	G	E
	I just got to	make you	just my oc	cu	pation

	D	E	D	E
I got to	know that I be	long to you - do any	thing that you	want to do

	D	E	D		C		B
I sing any	song that you	want me to sing to	you

	E	G	D	A	E
All	I need is your	whispered hello -	smiles melting the	snow nothing	heard.

	E	G	D	A	C#m
your	eyes are	deeper than time -	say a love that won't	rhyme without	words

	D	F	A	F#m
	so now I've lost my	way - I need	help to show me things to	say

	D	A	F#m
	give me your	love before mine fades a	way

	E	D	E	D	E
	I got to	know that I be	long to you - Do any	thing that you	want to do

	D	E	D
I sing any	song that you	want me - to sing to	you

	E	A	E	D	E	A	E	D	A	B
Oh	no			- Oh	no			-	I just want some reaction -	someone to give me satisfaction

	C	D	E
	all I want to do is	sit with you! 'Cause I	love you!

129. Keep on Running

Edwards / Spencer Davis Group (1965)

Intro (bass riff): A D A D G------------|-----------------------------------------------|----------- D------------|-----------------------------------------------|----------- A------------|----------5--5-3-3-5-3-0----------------5--5-3-|-3-5-3-0--- E---5-3--5-3-|-5-3--5-3----------------5--5-3-3-5-3-0--------|-----------

	Intro:	A	D	A	D	(2x Bass-Riff)	E
							/ - / - / - / - / / / /

	A	E
Keep on	runnin' - Keep on	hidin'

	F#m	D
One fine	day I'm gonna be the	one

	A	D
To make you under	stand - Oh	yeah

	A	E
I'm gonna be your	man	/ - / - / - / - / / / /

	A	E
Keep on	runnin' - Runnin'	from my arms

	F#m	D
One fine	day I'm gonna be the	one

	A	D	D
To make you under	stand - Oh	yeah - I'm gonna be your	man

	E	F	F#m	E
	Hey	hey	hey - Everyone is talkin' about me -	It make me feel so bad

	E	F	F#m	E
	Hey	hey	hey - Everyone is laughing at me -	It make me feel so sad

So Keep on runnin' --- Hey hey --- All right!

Keep on runnin' - Runnin' from my arms

One fine day I'm gonna be the one

To make you understand - Oh yeah - I'm gonna be your man

Hey hey hey - Everyone is talkin' about me - It make me feel so sad

Hey hey hey - Everyone is laughin' at me - It make me feel so bad

Keep on runnin' - Runnin' from my arms

One fine day I'm gonna be the one

To make you understand - Oh yeah - I'm gonna be your man

Make me feel so good - Ah Ha - I wanna be your man - Hey hey hey ...

130. Born To Be Wild

M. Bonfire / Steppenwolf: Steppenwolf (1968)

	\|:	E		Em	:\|

	Em
	Get your motor runnin' - Head out on the highway.

Lookin' for adventure - In whatever comes our way.

	G	A	E	G	A	E
	Yeah,	darlin' gonna	make it happen,	Take the	world in a	love embrace.

	G	A	E	G	A	E
	Fire	all of the	guns at once and	ex-	plode into	space!

	Em
	I like smoke and lightnin' - Heavy metal thunder.

Wrestlin' with the wind - And the feelin' that I'm under.

Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen, Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of the guns at once and explode into space!

	E	G
Like a	true nature's child - We were	born, born to be wild.

	A	G	Em
We could	climb so high,	I never wanna	die.

	E	D	E	D	E	D	E	D
	Born to be	wild,			Born to be	wild.

Solo, organ + guitar (in Em)

	Em
	Get your motor runnin' - Head out on the highway.

Lookin' for adventure - In whatever comes our way.

Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen, Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of the guns at once and explode into space!

Like a true nature's child - We were born, born to be wild.

We could climb so high, I never wanna die.

Born to be wild, Born to be wild.

Solo - fade out (in Em)

131. Sailing

Gavin Sutherland / Rod Stewart

	C	Am	F	C
I am	sailing, I am	sailing home a	gain 'cross the	sea.

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	sailing stormy	waters, to be	near you,	to be	free.

	C	Am	F	C
I am	flying, I am f	lying like a	bird 'cross the	sea.

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	flying passing	high clouds, to be	near you,	to be	free.

	C	Am	F	C
Can you	hear me, can you	hear me, thru the	dark night far	away?

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	dying, forever	trying to be	with you;	who can	say?

	C	Am	F	C
Can you	hear me, can you	hear me, thru the	dark night far	away?

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
I am	dying, forever	trying to be	with you;	who can	say?

	C	Am	F	C
We are	sailing, we are	sailing home	again 'cross the	sea.

	D	Am	Dm	G	C	G7
We are	sailing stormy	waters, to be	near you,	to be	free.

	G7	Dm	G	C
	To be	near you,	to be	free.

	G7	Dm	G	C
	To be	near you,	to be	free.

132. I can't Control Myself

Reg Presley/the Troggs (1966)

	D
Oh no!	Bababababa babababa, bababababa babababa.

	D
I	can't sit still 'cause you got me going! baba...

Your slacks are low and your hips are showing! baba...

	G	A
I	take you, girl, as you're	standing there,

	G	A
Your	low-cut slacks and your	long black hair,

	G	A
I	want you going out with	no one else,

	G	A
'Cause when	I'm with you I can't con	trol myself.

	D
The	dance is done and you got me shaking! baba...

You've got me so that my nerves are breaking! baba...

	G	A
If	you knew me like I	know you, girl,

	G	A
Your	knees would bend and your	hair would curl,

	G	A
You	make me move, yeah, like	no one else,

	G	A
and	when I'm with you I can't con	trol myself.

bridge

	A
	I've got this feeling that's inside of me,

It makes me think of how things used to be.

	G	A	G	A
	It makes me	feel alright,	when I'm with	you at night,

	A7	D
and we love, and we	love.	Baba........

	D
	You thrill me so with this big temptation! baba....

This kind of feeling could move a nation! baba.....

	G	A	G	A
	I'm ok when I'm	here with you, I	do the things that you	want me to,

	G	A
I	do these things for	no one else,

	G	A
but when	I'm with you I can't con	trol myself.

	D
	Babababababa - I can't control myself - Whoaah - ...

133. Love is All Around

Reg Presley / the Troggs

	D	Em	G	A	D	Em		G		A
I	feel it in my	fingers,	I feel it	in my	toes

	D	Em	G	A	D	Em		G		A
Well,	love is all a	round me, and	so the	feeling	grows

	D	Em	G	A	D	Em		G		A
It's	written on the	wind,	it's every	where I	go

	D	Em	G	A	D	Em		G		A
So	if you really	love me,	come on and	let it	show

	G	Em
You	know I love you, I	always will

	G	D
My	mind's made up by	the way that I feel

	G	Em
There's	no beginning, there'll	be no end

	G	A
'Cause	on my love you	can depend

I see your face before me as I lay on my bed

I kinda get to thinking of all the things you said

You gave your promise to me and I gave mine to you

I need someone beside me in everything I do

You know I love you, I always will

My mind's made up by the way that I feel

There's no beginning, there'll be no end

Cos on my love you can depend

It's written on the wind, it's everywhere I go

So if you really love me, come on and let it show

Come on let it show

Come on let it show...

Repeat and Fade Out

134. With a Girl Like You

Reg Presley / the Troggs

	G	D	G	D
I	want to spend my	life with a girl like	you, ba ba ba ba	bah, ba ba ba ba.

	G	D	G	D
	And do all the	things that you want me	to, ba ba ba ba	bah, ba ba ba ba.

	C	D	C	D
'	Till that time has	come, that	we might live as	one.

	(tacit)	D	G		D	G	D
	Can I da	nce with you?		Ba ba ba ba	bah, ba ba ba ba	bah, Ba ba ba ba	bah, ba ba ba ba.

I tell by the way you dress that you're so refined, ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba.

And by the way you talk, that you're just my kind ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba.

Girl Why Should it be, that you don't notice me.

Can I dance with you? Ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba.

	C	G
	Baby, baby, is there no chance,	I can take you for the last dance.

	C	D
	All night long, yeah, l've been waiting,	now there'll be no hesitating.

So before this dance has reached the end, ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba.

To you across the floor my love I'll send, ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba.

I just hope and pray that I will find a way to say

Can I dance with you? Ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba bah, ba ba ba ba.

135. Lady in Black

Hensley / Uriah Heep: Salisbury (1971)

	Am
She	came to me one morning, one lonely sunday morning,

	G	Am
Her	long hair flowing in the	mid-winter wind.

	Am
I	know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking,

	G	Am
And	destruction lay around me from a	fight I could not win.

	Am	G	Am	G	Am
	Ahahaaa	Haahah,	Ahahaaa	Haha	Ha!

She asked me: "Name my foe then". I said: "The need within some men

To fight and kill their brothers without thought of love or God".

And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies,

So eager was my passion to devour this waste of life.

Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha!

But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals,

So easy to begin and yet impossible to end.

For she the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that

I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay.

Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha!

"Oh lady lend your hand," I cried, "Oh let me rest here at your side."

"Have faith and trust in me," she said and filled my heart with life.

There is no strength in numbers. I've no such misconception.

But when you need me be assured I won't be far away.

Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha!

Thus having spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say

I stood and watched until I saw her black cloak disappear.

My labor is no easier, but now I know I'm not alone.

I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day.

And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise.

Take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me.

Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha!

Ahahaaa Haahah, Ahahaaa Haha Ha...

136. Mr. Bojangles

Jerry Jeff Walker (1968)

	C	C/b	Am7	C/g	F		G
I	knew a man Bo	jangles and he	danced for you	-		In worn out	shoes.

	C	C/b	Am7	C/g	F		G
With	silver hair a	ragged shirt and	baggy pants	-		He did the old soft	shoe.

	F	C	E7	Am	Am7	D7	G
	He jumped so	high,	jumped so	high,	-	Then he lightly touched	down.

	Am	G	Am	G	Am	G	C	C/b	Am7	C/g
	Mister Bo	jangles	, Mister Bo	jangles	, Mister Bo	jangles,	Dance.

I met him in a cell in New Orleans - I was down and out.

He looked at me to be the eyes of age - As he spoke right out.

He talked of life, talked of life - He laughed slapped his leg a step.

Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance.

He said his name, Bojangles, then he danced a lick - Across the cell.

He grabbed his pants a better stance - Oh he jumped up high,

He clicked his heels, he let go a laugh, let go a laugh - Shook back his clothes all around.

Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance.

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs - Throughout the south.

He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and he - Traveled about.

His dog up and died, up and died - After twenty years he still grieved,

Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance.

He said, "I dance now at every chance in honky tonks - For drinks and tips.

But most the time I spend behind these county bars," He said, - "I drinks a bit."

He shook his head and he shook his head - I heard someone ask him "Please,

Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Mister Bojangles, Dance,

Dance!"

137. I Want To Be Loved

Willie Dixon / Muddy Waters: Hard Again (1977)

	\|:	C	Bb	F	F#	G	:\|
		/ -	/ -	/	/	/ -

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
The	spark in your	eye sets my	soul	on	fire,

	C	Bb	F	F#		G
Your	voice is	like an angel a	bove.

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
The	touch of your	hand, woman,	drives me	in- -	sane:

	C	-	-	C
But	baby	, I wants to be loved!

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
I'm	crazy 'bout	every little	thing	you	do;

	C	Bb	F	F#		G
I	even	cherish your	hug.

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
Your	kisses so	sweet, honey,	they can't	be	beat;

	C	-	-	C
But	baby	, I wants to be loved!

Solo

	\|:	C	F	C	G	F	C	C7	G7	:\|
		/ / / / \| / / / / \| / / / / \| / / / / \|	/ / / / \| / / / / \|	/ / / / \| / / / / \|	/ / / / \|	/ / / / \|	/ / / / \|	/	/ / / \|

bridge:

	F
	Every time I ask you for a date,

	F
	You don't come at all, or you're oh so late.

	F
	I ask you to dance a little spin.

	F	G	-	G	-
	You say: "	Wait a minute	, daddy,	here	come my friend!"

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
I	love the way you	walk when you	pass	me	by,

	C	Bb	F	F#		G
-	Even when you	tryin' to	snub	.

	C	Bb	F	F#	G
The	touch of your	hand, honey,	drives me	in- -	sane,

	C	-	-	C
But	baby	, I wants to be loved!

138. The Blues Had a Baby and They Called It Rock N' Roll

McKinley Morganfield / Muddy Waters: Hard Again (1972)

	A
Well,	all you people, you know the blues got a soul!

	D
Well	this is a story, a story never been told.

	E7
Well,	the blues got pregnant -

	D7	A	E7
And they	named the baby Rock and	Roll

Memphis Slim said it, you know the blues got a soul!

Pinetop said it, you know the blues got a soul!

Well, the blues it had a baby and they named that baby Rock and Roll.

Solo

Colonel Willis said it, you know the blues got a soul.

Jane Clark said it, you know the blues got a soul.

Well, the blues it had a baby and they named that baby Rock and Roll.

Solo

Otis Spann said it, you know the blues got a soul.

Queen Victoria said it, you know the blues got a soul.

	n.c.	A
Well, the blues had a baby -	and they named it Rock and	Roll.

139. Behind Blue Eyes

Pete Towenshend / the Who

	Em	G	D
	No one knows what it's	like, to be the	bad man

	C/D	A9
To be the	sad man, be	hind blue eyes!

	Em	G	D	Dsus4
	No one knows what it's	like to be	hated,

	C/D	A9
To be	fated, to telling	only lies!

	C	D	G	C/G		G
But my	dre	ams, they aren't as	empty

	C	D	E	Esus4		E
As my	conscience	seems to	be

	Bm	C
I have	hours, only	lonely

	D	A9
My love is	vengeance that's never	free

No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings

Like I do, and I blame you

No one bites back as hard on their anger

None of my pain and woe, can show through

Chorus

	E		Bm		A		E		Bm		A

	E	Bm	A	E
	When my fist	clenches	crack it	open

	Bm	G	D
Before I	use it and	lose my	cool

	G	A	E
When I	smile	tell me some	bad news

	G	A	E
Before I	laugh and	act like a	fool

	Bm	A	E
And if I	swallow	anything	evil

	Bm	G	D
Stick your	finger	down my	throat

	G	A	D
And if I	shiver please	give me a	blanket

	G	A	E
Keep me	warm let me	wear your	coat

Bm

A

E

Bm

A

B

A

D

D5

B

A

D

D5

B

A

D

D5

B

B/A

No one knows what it's like, to be the bad man

To be the sad man, behind blue eyes

140. I Can See For Miles

Pete Townshend / the Who: Sell Out (1967)

E

/

G

/

A

/

E

/

G9

/

A

/

	E	G	A	E		G		A
I	know you've deceived me, now	here's a sur	prise

	E	G	A	E
I	know that you have cause there's	magic	in my	eyes

	E	Em7	A	C	Asus4	E	Em7	E
	I can see for	miles and	miles and	miles and	miles and	miles,	oh	yeah

	E	G	A	E	G		A
	If you think I	don't know	about all the little	trick you play

	E	G	A	E
	And you think I never see you when	dilib'ratly you	put things	in my way

	E	A	B
	Well here's a	poke at you, you're gonna	choke on it too

	B	A	B	Cb
	You're gonna l	ose that smile be	cause all the while

	B	A	E	A	E	Cb
	I could see for	miles and	miles, I could see for	miles and	miles

	E	Em7	A	C	Asus4	E	Em7	E
	I can see for	miles and	miles and	miles and	miles and	miles, oh	yeah

You took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away

I saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say

That you still want me, wel that's as may be

But you gotta stand trial because all the while

I could see for miles and miles, I could see for miles and miles

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles, oh yeah

The Eiffle Tower and Taj Mahal are mine to see on clear days

You thought that I would need a crystal ball to see right thru the haze

Well here's a poke at you, you're gonna choke on it too

You're gonna lose that smile because all the while

I could see for miles and miles, I could see for miles and miles

	E	Em7	A	C
	I can see for	miles and	miles and	miles

	Asus4	E
	And miles and miles and miles and miles and	miles

141. Substitute

Pete Townshend / the Who (1966)

	D	G	G
	You think we	look pretty good to	gether.

	D	G	G
	You think my	shoes are made of	leather.

	Em	G	D	Em	G	D
	But I'm a	substi	tute	for an	other	guy;

	Em	G	D	Em	G	D
	I look pretty	tall	but my	heels	are	high;

	Em	G	D	Em	G	D
	The simple things you	see	are	all com	pli	cated

	Em	G	D	Em	G	A	Asus4		A
	I look	pret-	ty	young	but I'm	just back	dat-	-	ed, yeah!

	D	A	G	D
	Substi	tute -	your	lies for fact!

	D	A	G	D
	Substi	tute -	I see right through your	plastic mac!

	D	A	G	D
	Substi	tute -	I look all white but my	dad was black!

	D	A	G	D
	Substi	tute -	my fine looking suit's really	made out of sack!

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.

The north side of my town faced east, And the east was facing south.

And now you dare to look me in the eye, Those crocodile tears are what you cry!

If it's a genuine problem you won't try - To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by.

Substitute - me for him! Substitute - my Coke for gin!

Substitute - you for my Mum! Substitute - at least I'll get my washing done!

But I'm a substitute for another guy; I look pretty tall but my heels are high;

The simple things you see are all complicated; I look pretty young but I'm just back dated, yeah!

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.

The north side of my town faced east, And the east was facing south.

And now you dare to look me in the eye; Those crocodile tears are what you cry!

If it's a genuine problem you won't try - To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by.

Substitute - me for him! Substitute - my Coke for gin!

Substitute - you for my Mum! Substitute - at least I'll get my washing done!

Substitute - your lies for fact! Substitute - I see right through your plastic mac!

Substitute - I look all white but my dad was black!

Substitute - my fine looking suit's really made out of sack!

142. Stand By Your Man

Tammy Wynette & Billy Sherrill/Tammy Wynette: Stand by Your Man (1968)

	A	E
	Sometimes it's hard to be a	woman

	Bm	E7	A
	Giving all your	love to just one	man

	D
	You'll have bad times

	A
	And he'll have good times

	B	E
	Doing things that you don't under	stand

	A	C#
	Stand by your	man

	D	C#m	Bm
	Give him two arms to	cling	to

	A	F#7
	And something	warm to come to

	B	E7
	When nights are	cold and lonely

	A	C#
	Stand by your	man

	D	C#m	Bm
	And tell the world you	love	him

	A	E7	C#7	F#
	Keep giving	all the love you	can

	D	E	A	D	A	E7
	Stand	by your	man

	A	E
	But if you love him you'll for	give him

	Bm	E7	A
	Even though he's	hard to under	stand

	D
	And if you love him

	A	D
	Oh be proud of	him

	A	E7	A	D	A	E
	Cause after	all he's just a	man

	A	C#
	Stand by your	man

	D	C#m	Bm
	And show the world you	love	him

	A	E	E7	C#7	F#
	Keep giving	all the love	you	can

	D	E	A	D	A	E	A
	Stand	by	your man

143. For Your Love

Graham Gouldman/The Yardbirds (1965)

	\|:	Em	G	A	Am	:\|

	\|:	Em	G	A	Am	:\|
					(For	your love)

	Em	G	A	Am
	I'd give you	everything and	more and that's for	sure. (For your love)

	Em	G	A	Am
	I'd bring you	diamond rings and	things right to your	door. (For your love)

	Em	G	A	Am
	To thrill you	with delight,	I'd give you	diamonds bright!

	Em	G	A	Am
	Double takes I	will excite,	make you dream of	me at night!

	Em	G	A	Am	Em	G	A	Am
For your	loo-	oo-	oo-	oove - For your	loo-	oo-	oo-	oove

	Em	G	A	Am		Em
For your	loo-	oo-	oo-	oove

Bridge:

	B	A	E
For your	love, for your love I would	give the stars	above!

	B	A	C#m	B
For your	love, for your love I would	give you all I	could.

	\|:	Em	G	A	Am	:\|
					(For	your love)

	Em	G	A	Am
	I'd give the	moon if it	were mine to	give (For your love)

	Em	G	A	Am
	I'd give the	stars and the	sun for I	live (For your love)

For your loo-oo-oo-oove - For your loo-oo-oo-oove

For your loo-oo-oo-oove

144. Shapes Of Things

Keith Relf, Jim McCarty, Paul Samwell-Smith / the Yardbirds (1966)

	Intro:	F
		/ / / /

	G	F/D	G
	Shapes - Of	things before my	eyes

	F/D	G	F/D	F
Just	teach me to des	pise - Will	time make man more	wise

	G	F/D	G
	Here - With	in my lonely	frame

	F/D	G	F/D	F
My	eyes just hurt my	brain - But	will they see the	same

	C	Bb
	Come tomorrow -	Will I be older

	C	Bb
	Come tomorrow -	May be a soldier

	C	Bb	Bb	D
	Come tomorrow -	Will I be bolder -	Than to	day?

Now - The trees are almost green

But will they still be seen - Where time and tide have been

Fallen - Into your passing hands

Please don't destroy these lands - Don't make them desert sands

Come tomorrow - Will I be older

Come tomorrow - May be a soldier

Come tomorrow - Will I be bolder - Than today?

Guitar Solo

Soon - I hope that I will find

	G
Loves deep within my mind - That won't disgrace my kind	/ / / / / / / /

Guitar solo: (entirely played on G-string) G v v v | F v v v | G --------------------------|-10---12---14---16b17-------16-14-12| G v v v | F v v v | G -14---b16-----------------|-15p14p1214-12--14--15--14----------| G v v v | F v v v | G -15---b17----------10-12--|-8--------10-------12b14---12---10--| G v v v | F v v v | G -12-----------------------|----15p14p1214--121012--012109-109--| G v v v | F v v v | G -7-9-7-5---7-5-4--5--4-5--|-7-9---b10----9---7-----------------| G v v v | F v v v | G ----10-10-12-12-14b15r1412|-14b16------------------------------| G v v v | F v v v | Bb v v v | D - - - G -12-----------------------|------------------------------------| Verse: (bass over verse chords) Chorus: (bass over chorus chords) [G]v v v v [F/D]v v v v [C]v v v v [Bb]v v v v -------------------|------------------- -------------5-3---|-------------3-1--- -------------------|------------------- -------2---5-----5-|-------0---3-----3- -------2---3---4---|----5-------------- ---3---------------|---1--------------- ---3---------------|--------5---3---1-- -------------------|-------------------

145. In the Year 2525 (Exordium & Terminus)

Rick Evans / Zager & Evans (1968)

	Em	D
	In the year 25-25,	if a man is still alive

	C	B7
	If woman can survive they may	find

	Em	D
	In the year 35-35,	ain't gonna need to tell the truth tell no lies;

	C	B7
	Everything you think, do and say	is in the pill you took today.

In the year 45-45, ain't gonna need no teeth won't need your eyes.

You won't find a thing to chew nobody's gonna look at you.

In the year 55-55 your arms are hanging limp at your side.

Your legs got nothing to do, some machines doin' that for you.

	Fm	Eb
	In the year 65-65	ain't gonna need no husband won't need no wife.

	C#	C7
	You'll pick your sons pick your daughters too	from the bottom of a long glass tube.

In the year 75-10 if god is comin' he oughta make it by then.

Maybe he'll look around himself and say: "Now it's time for the judgement day!"

In the year 85-10 god is gonna shake his mighty hand.

He'll either say: I'm pleased where man has been! Or tear it down and start again!

	F#m	E
	In the year 95-95	I'm kind a wond'ring if man is still alive.

	D	C#7
	He's taken everything this old earth could give	and he ain't put back nothin'!

Now it's been ten thousand years man has cried a billion tears.

For what he never knew now man reign is through!

But through eternal night the twinklin' of starlight

so very far away maybe it's only yesterday.

	F#m
	In the year 25-25...

146. Wonderwall

Noel Gallagher / Oasis: What's the Story Morning Glory (1995)

Capo II. (2. Bund)

Intro: repeat 3x, keep playing in verses

	Em7		G		D4		A7sus2

Today, is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you.

By now, you should have somehow realized what you gonna do.

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now.

	B7sus

Backbeat, the word is on the street, that the fire in heart is out.

I’m sure, you’ve heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt.

I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now.

	C	D	Em
And	all the roads we	have to walk are	winding.

	C	D	Em
And	all the lights that	lead us there are	blinding.

	C	D	G	D4/F#	Em7
	There are many	things that I would	like to	say to	you,

	A7sus2
but I don't know how.

	C9	Em7	G	Em7
Cause	maybe:	You're gonna be the one that	saves me.

	C9	Em7	G	Em7	A7sus2
And	after	all you're my wonder	wall.

Today, is gonna be the day, but they’ll never throw it back to you.

By now, you should have somehow realized what you’re not to do.

I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now.

And all the roads that lead you there are winding.

And all the lights that light the way are blinding.

There are many things that I would like to say to you,

but I don’t know how.

Cause maybe: You're gonna be the one that saves me.

And after all - you're my wonderwall.

I said maybe - You're gonna be the one that saves me.

And after all - you're my wonderwall.

I said maybe - You're gonna be the one that saves me.

And after all - you're my wonderwall.

I said maybe - You're gonna be the one that saves me.

You're gonna be the one that saves me - You're gonna be the one that saves me.

147. Don't Look Back in Anger

Noel Gallagher / Oasis: What's the Story Morning Glory (1995)

	C	G	Am
	Slip inside the	eye of your	mind

	E	F	G	C	Am	G
Don't you	know you might fi	nd	A better place to p	lay	/ /	/ /

You said that you'd never been

But all the things that you've seen are gonna fade away

	F	Fm	C
	So I start a revo	lution from my	bed

	F	Fm	C
Cos you	said the brains I	had went to my	head

	F	Fm	C
	Step outside, the	summertime's in	bloom

	G
	Stand up beside the fireplace

	E
	Take that look from off your face

	Am	G	F
Cos	you ain't ever	gonna burn my	heart ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut

	C	G	Am	E	F	G	C	Am	G
	So	Sally can	wait, she	knows it's too	late as we´re w	alking on	by	/ /	/ /

	C	G	Am	E	F	G	C
Her	soul	slides a	way,	but don't look	back in anger	I heard you	say

Take me to the place where you go

Where nobody knows, if it's night or day

Please don't put your life in the hands

of a rock and roll band, who'll throw it all away

So I start a revolution...

So Sally can wait, ...

Guitar Solo

So Sally can wait, ...

	C	G	Am
	My soul s	lides a	way

	F
But don't look	back in anger

	Fm
Don't look	back in anger!

	C
I heard you	say

Bsus4

Asus2

148. Free Fallin'

Tom Petty/Tom Petty: Full Moon Fever (1989)

Capo I

	\|:	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4	:\|
	(Intro)	/		/	/

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
She's a	good	girl,	loves	her	mama;

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
Loves	Je	sus and	Ameri	ca	too.

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
She's a	good	girl,	crazy '	bout	Elvis;

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
Loves	hors	es and her	boy -	friend	too.

Intro 1x

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
It's a	long	day	livin'	in Re	seda.

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
There's a	free	way run	nin'	through the	yard.

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
And i'm a	bad	boy, cause I	don't	even	miss her

	E	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4
I'm a	bad	boy for	breakin'	her	heart

	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4	E	Asus2	E	Bsus4
Now I'm	free-	e-	e-	e - free	fall-	i-	i-	in'!

	Asus2	Asus2	E	Bsus4	E	Asus2	E	Bsus4
Yeah I'm	free-	e-	e-	e - free	fall-	i-	i-	in'!

All the vampires walkin' through the valley

Move west down Ventura Boulevard.

All the bad boys are standing in the shadows

And the good girls are home with broken hearts.

Now I'm free - free fall-in'!

Yeah I'm free - free fall-in'!

intro

Free fallin', now I'm, free fallin'.

I wanna glide down over Mulholland.

I wanna write her name in the sky.

Gonna free fall out into nothin'.

Gonna leave this world for a while.

And I'm free - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin.

Free fall-in' - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin.

Yeah I'm free - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin.

Free fall-in' - free fallin - now I'm, free fallin.

149. Zombie

Dolores O'Riordan / the Cranberries: No Need to Argue (1994)

	\|:	Em		C		G/B		D/F#	:\|

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
	Another	head hangs lowly,	child is slowly	taken,

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
	And the violence	caused such silence,	who are we mis	taken.

	Em	C
But you	see it's not me, it's not	my family.

	G/B	D/F#
In your	head, in your head, they are figh	ting,

	Em	C
With their	tanks and their bombs and their	bombs and their guns,

	G/B	D/F#
in your	head, in your head, they are cry	ing.

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
In your	head, in your	head, zombie,	zombie, zom	bie.

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
What's in your	head, in your	head, zombie,	zombie, zom	bie.

	\|:	Em		C		G/B		D/F#	:\|

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
	Another mo	ther's breaking	heart is taking o	ver.

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
	When the violence	causes silence,	we must be mis	taken.

	Em	C
It's the	same old theme since	nineteensixteen.

	G/B	D/F#
In your	head, in your head, they're still	fighting.

	Em	C
With their	tanks and their bombs and their	bombs and their guns,

	G/B	D/F#
In your	head, in your head, they're	dying.

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
In your	head, in your	head, zombie,	zombie, zom	bie.

	Em	C	G/B	D/F#
What's in your	head, in your	head, zombie,	zombie, zom	bie.

	Em		C		G/B	D/F#

150. Something in the Water

Brooke Fraser / Brooke Fraser: Flags (2010)

	F	C	Csus4	C	Csus4	C	Csus4	C	Csus4
	Do do do do do do do do do do

	C	F	C	Am	G	C
I	wear a demeanor made of	bright pretty	things - What she	wears, what she	wears, what she	wears

	C	F	C	Am	G	C
Birds	singing on my shoulder in	harmony it	seems - How they	sing, how they	sing, how they	sing

	F	C
	Give me nights of solitude, red wine just a glass or two,	Reclined in a hammock on a balmy evening

	F	C	G
	I’ll pretend that it's no thing that's skipping my heart when I think	Of you thinking of me babe I'm	crazy over you

	Am	C	F	C	F	C	F	G
	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah - There's	something in the	water,	something in the	water

	Am	C	F	C	F	C	F	G
	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah - There's	something in the w	ater, that	makes me love you	like –

	C	F	C	Am	G	C
I've got	halo's made of summer,	rhythms made of	spring - What she	wears, what she	wears, what she	wears

	C	F	C	Am	G	C
I got	crowns of words a woven each	one a song to	sing - Oh I	sing, oh I	sing, oh I	sing

	F	C
	Give me long days in the sun, preludes to the nights to come,	Babies of the mornings laying in all lazy

	F	C	G
	Give me something fun to do like a life of loving you -	Kiss me quick now baby I'm still c	razy over you

	Am	C	F	C	F	C	F	G
	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah - There's	something in the	water,	something in the	water

	Am	C	F	C	F	C	F	G
	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah - There's	something in the w	ater, that	makes me love you like I	do

	C	F	C	G/B
Oooh oooh oo	oh - Oooh oooh oo	oh - Oooh oooh oo	oh

	F	C	F	C	G
	Give me nights of solitude -	Red wine just a glass or two -	Give me something fun to d	o

	Am	C	F	C	F	C	F	G
	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah - There's	something in the	water,	something in the	water

	Am	C	F	C	F	C	F	G
	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah	Aaah - There's	something in the w	ater, that	makes me love you	like I do x2

	F	C
	Do do do do do do	do

151. 21 Guns

Green Day

	Dm	A#	F	C
	Do you	know what's worth	fighting	for?

	Dm	A#	F	C
	When it's	not worth	dying	for

	Dm	A#	F	C
	Does it	take your	breath	away?

	A#	C
And you	feel yourself suffo	cating

Does the pain weigh out the pride?

And you look for a place to hide?

Did someone break your heart inside?

You're in ruins...

	F	C	Dm
	One,	twenty-one	guns

	C	A#	F	C
	Lay down your	arms,	Give up the	fight!

	F	C	Dm
	one,	twenty-one	guns

	C	A#	F	C	A#
	Throw up your	arms	into the	sky; You and	I.

When you're at the end of the road,

and you lost all sense of control...

And your thoughts have taken their toll,

when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul...

Your faith walks on broken glass,

and the hangover doesn't pass...

Nothing's ever built to last,

you're in ruins...

One, twenty-one guns...

BRIDGE:

	Dm	A#	F	C	Dm	A#	F	A
	Did you	try	to live on your	own,	when you	burned down the	house and	home?

	Dm	A#	F	A	A#	C
	Did you	stand too	close to the	fire? Like a	liar looking for	forgiveness from a stone

C

Dm

C

A#F

C

F

C

Dm

C

A#

F

C

A#

F

A

F

When it's time to live and let die,

and you can't get another try

Something inside this heart has died,

you're in ruins...

One, twenty-one guns...

152. Losing Hope

Jack Johnson

	\|:	Am	C	G	:\|

	Am	C	G	Am	C	G
	I got a	faulty	parachute, I	got a	stranger's	friend

	Am	C	G
	An exciting change in	my butchers	blend,

	Am	C	G
	A symbol on the ceiling	with the flick of a	switch

	Am	C	G	F
	Yeah my new found hero	and the enemy's	ditching

	Am	C	G
	Well somebodies something was	left in a	room

	Am	C	G
	And now that it's gone well	of course we as	sume

	Am	C	G
	Somebody else needed	something so	bad

	Am	C	G	F
	They took everything	somebody	had

	C	C/B	Am	D	G
	Losing	hope is	easy -	when your only	friend is gone

	D	G
And	every time you	look around -

	D	G	C	C/B
	Well, it all, it	all just	seems to	change!

	Am	C	G
	The mark was left, man, it's	never the	same.

	Am	C	G
	Next time that you shoot	make sure	that you aim.

	Am	C	G
	Open windows with	passing	cars,

	Am	C	G	F
	A brand new night	with the same old	stars

Losing hope is easy when your only friend is gone

And every time you look around -

Well, it all, it all just seems to change

Bridge

	Am	C	G	Am

	Am	C	G	Am
	Feed the fool	A piece of the	pie

	C	G	Am
Make a	fool of his	system

	C	G	Am
Make a	fool of his	mind

	C	G	Am
Give him	bottles of	lies

	C	G	Am
And	maybe he'll	find

	C	G	Am
His	place in	heaven

	C	G	Am	F
Cause	he might just	die

Losing hope is easy when your only friend is gone

And every time you look around -

Well, it all, it all just seems to change

	C	C/B	Am	D	G
But	hanging	on is	easy -	when you've got a	friend to call

	D	G
When	nothings making sense	at all -

	D	G	C	C/B
	You're not the only	one that's	afraid of	change!

153. Mad World

Orzabal / Gary Jules

	Em	G	D	A
	All around me are fa	miliar faces,	worn out places,	worn out faces.

	Em	G	D	A
	Bright and early for their	daily races,	going nowhere,	going nowhere.

	Em	G	D	A
	And their tears are filling	up their glasses,	no expression,	no expression.

	Em	G	D	A
	Hide my head, I want to	drown my sorrow,	no tomorrow,	no tomorrow.

	Em	A	Em
	And I find it kind of	funny, I find it kind of	sad.

	A	Em
The dreams in which I'm	dying are the best I've every	had.

	A	Em
I find it hard to	tell you, cause I find it hard to	take.

	A
When people run in	circles, it's a very, very

Em

G

A

Em

G

A

Em

G

A

Em

G

A

Mad

World;

mad

world;

mad

world;

mad

world!

Children waiting for the day they feel good, Happy birthday, happy birthday.

Made to feel the way that every child should, sit and listen, sit and listen.

Went to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me.

Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson; look right through me, look right through me.

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad.

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've every had.

I find it hard to tell you, cause I find it hard to take.

When people run in circles, it's a very, very

Mad World; mad world; mad world; mad world!

154. Nine Million Bicycles

Mike Batt / Katie Melua: Piece by Piece (2005)

	C	Dm	F	Dm	C	Dm	F	Dm	C
(	flut	e)

	C	Am	Em
	There are	nine million bicycles in	Beijing

	Dm	F
That's a	fact, It's a	thing we can't deny

	Dm	C	C
Like the	fact that I will love you till I	die.

	Am	Em
We are	twelve billion light years from the	edge,

	Dm	F
That's a	guess, No-one can	ever say it's true

	Dm	C	C
But I	know that I will always be with	you.

	Fm	C	Fm	Am
I'm	warmed by the	fire of your	love every	day

	Fm	Am	Dm	G
So	don't call me a	liar, Just	believe everything that I	say

	Am	Em
There are	six billion people in the	world

	Dm	F
More or	less, and it	makes me feel quite small

Dm

C

Am

Em

Dm

F

Dm

C

F

C

Dm

C

But

you're the one I love the most of

all

(

flute

)

	Fm	C	Fm	Am
We're	high on the	wire, with the	world in our	sight

	Fm	Am	Dm	G
And	I'll never	tire, Of the	love that you give me every	night

	Am	Em
There are	nine million bicycles in	Beijing

	Dm	F
That's a	Fact, it's a	thing we can't deny

	Dm	C	F
Like the	fact that I will love you till I	die

	Dm	C	F
And there are	nine million bicycles in	Beijing

	Dm	F	C		Dm		F		C
And you	know that I will	love you till I	die!

155. 1, 2, 3, 4 (I Love You)

Plain White T's

Intro

One, two, one-two-three-four

	D
	Give me more loving than I’ve ever had

	A
	Make it all better when I’m feeling sad

	Bm	A
	Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m	not

	D
	Make me feel good when I hurt so bad

	A	Bm
	Barely getting mad - I’m so glad I	found you

	A	G
I love being	around you - You make it	easy

	A
As easy as	One, two, one-two-three-four

	D	A	Bm	A	G	D
There’s only	one thing	To Do	Three words	For	you

(I love you) I love you

	D	A	Bm	A	G	D
There’s only	one way	to say Those	three words	That’s	what I’ll do

(I love you) I love you

Give me more loving from the very start

Piece me back together when I fall apart

Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends

Make me feel good when I hurt so bad

You’re the best that I’ve had

And I’m so glad I found you

I love being around you

You make it easy

It’s easy as One, two, one-two-three-four

There’s only one thing...

repeat

156. Hey There Delilah

Plain White T's

Intro: C Em C Em

	C	Em
	Hey there Delilah, what's it	like in New York City?

	C	Em
I'm a	thousand miles away, but girl, to	night you look so pretty

	Am	Am/G	F	G	Am	G
Yes you	do,		Times Square can't	shine as bright as	you, I swear it's	true

Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance,

I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen.

Close your eyes, Listen to my voice, it's my disguise, I'm by your side

	C	C/G	Am	Am/B	C	C/G	Am	Am/B
	Oh it's what you	do to	me	-	Oh it's what you	do to	me

	C	C/G	Am	Am/B	C	C/G	Am	Am/B	C	C/G
	Oh it's what you	do to	me	-	Oh it's what you	do to	me, What you do	to	me

Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar

We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would, my word is good

Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you, would take your breath away

I'd write it all, even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me

	C	C/G	Am	Am/G
Oh it's what you do to me -	Oh it's what you	do to	me

Bridge:

	F	G
	A thousand miles seems pretty far, but	they've got planes and trains and cars

	C	C/B	Am	Am/G
I'd	walk to you if I had no	other	way

	F	G
	Our friends would all make fun of us and	we'll just laugh along because

	C	C/B	Am	Am/G
we	know that none of them have	felt this	way

	F	G
	Delilah I can promise you, that	by the time we get through

	Am	G
The	world will never ever be the same and you're to	blame

Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me

	Am	Am/G
Two more years and you'll be done with school and I'll be making history like I	do

	F	G	Am	Am/G
	You'll know it's	all because of	you

	F	G	Am	Am/G
	We can do what	ever we want	to

	F	G	Am	G
	Hey there Delil	ah here's to	you, this ones for	you

Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me - Oh it's what you do to me

	\|:	C	C/G	Am	Am/B	:\| (4x)	C	C/G	C
		Oh	Oh	Oh

157. Cold Cold Ground

Tom Waits: Franks Wild Years (1987)

	C	Am
	Crest fallen sidekick in an	old cafe

	C	Am
never	slept with a dream before he	had to go away

	C	Am
there's a	bell in the tower uncle	Ray bought a round

	F
Never	worry 'bout the army

	G	G7	C
	in the cold	cold	ground

	Am
Cold cold	ground

	C
Cold cold	ground

	Am
Cold cold	ground

Now don't be a cry baby when there's wood in the shed

there's a bird in the chimeny and a stone in my bed

when the road's washed out they pass a bottle around

and waits in the arms

of the cold cold . . .

there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope

and a briar patch of berries takin' over the slope

the cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town

till we bury every dream

in the cold cold . . .

Gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells

blow the roof of the goat barn let it roll down the hill

the piano is firewood Times Square is a dream

I find we lay down together

in the cold cold . . .

Call the cops on the Breadloves bring a bible and a rope

and a whole box of rebel and a bar of soap

make a pile of trunk tires

and burn 'em all down bring a dollar with you baby

in the cold cold . . .

Take a weather vane rooster throw rocks at his head

stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead

beware of my temper and the dog that I found

break all the windows

in the cold cold . . .

158. 16 Tons

Tennessee Ernie Ford

	Em	C7	B7
Now	some people say a man is	made out of	mud

	Em	C7	B7
But a	poor man's made out of	muscle and	blood

	Em	Am
	Muscle and blood -	skin and bones

	Em	C7	B7
A	mind that's weak and a	back that's	strong.

	Em	C7	B7	Em	C7	B7
You load	sixteen tons, and	what do you	get - An	other day older and	deeper in	debt

	Em	Am	Em	B7	Em
	Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause	I can't go - I	owe my soul to the	company	store.

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine

I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine

I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal

And the straw boss hollered: "Well, a-bless my soul!"

You load sixteen tons, what do you get - Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go - I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain.

Fightin' and trouble are my middle name.

I was raised in the bottoms by a momma hound.

I'm mean as a dog but I'm gentle as a lamb.

You load sixteen tons, what do you get - Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go - I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin', better step aside

A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died

One fist of iron, the other of steel

If the right one don't a-get you

Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get - Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go - I owe my soul to the company store

159. Dirty Old Town

Ewan MacColl (1946) / the Dubliners; the Pogues

	C	F	C
I	met my love by the gas works wall, Dreamed a	dream by the old ca	nal,

	F	G	C	G	Am
	Kissed	my	girl by the fact'ry wall, Dirty old	town, dirty old	town.