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1. Be OK
Ingrid Michaelson/Ingrid Michaelson: Be OK (2008)
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just wanna feel | something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just wanna | feel something | today. |
| F# | G | D | F# | G | A |
| Open me up and | you will | see, | I'm a gallery of | broken | hearts. |
| F# | G | D | E | G | D |
| I'm beyond repair, | let me | be, | And give me | back my broken | parts. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna know today, know today, know today, | I just want to | know something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to know today, know today, know today, | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
| F# | G | D | F# | G | A |
| Open me up and | you will | see, | I'm a gallery of | broken | hearts. |
| F# | G | D | E | G | D |
| I'm beyond repair, | let me | be, | And give me | back my broken | parts. |
| Bm | E | Em | Bm | Bm | E | Em | Bm |
| Just | give me | back my | pieces. - | Just | give them | back to | me please. |
| Bm | E | Em | Bm | Em | G | D |
| Just | give me | back my | pieces, - | And let me | hold my broken | parts. |
| D | n.c. | E | G | D |
| I just | wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just wanna be OK, be OK, be OK, | I just wanna | be OK to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today, | I just want to | feel something to | day. |
| D | E | G | D |
| I just want to know today, know today, know today, | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
| E | G | D | (slow down) | E | G | D |
| Know that maybe | I will be O | K. | | Know that maybe | I will be O | K. |
2. Ain't Got No, I Got Life
James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt MacDermot / Nina Simone: 'Nuff Said (1968)
| Em | G |
| I ain't got no | home, ain't got no | shoes; |
| Em | G |
| Ain't got no | money, ain't got no | class; |
| D | Bm7 |
| Ain't got no | skirts, ain't got no | sweater; |
| Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Ain't got no | perfume, ain't got no | bed | - Ain't | got | no | mind, |
| Em | G |
| Ain't got no | mother, ain't got no | culture; |
| Em | G |
| Ain't got no | friends, ain't got no | schoolin'; |
| D | Bm7 |
| Ain't got no | love, ain't got no | name; |
| Em | C | D | G | C | G |
| Ain't got no | ticket, ain't got no | token | - Ain't got no | god | | |
| C | Am |
| And what have I got? - | Why am I alive anyway? |
| Am | D7 |
| Yeah, what have I got? - | Nobody can take away? |
| G | C | G | C |
| Got my | hair, got my | head, Got my | brains, got my | ears, |
| G | D | Am | D |
| Got my | eyes, got my nose, got my | mouth - I got my | smile. | |
| G | C | G | C |
| I got my | tongue, | got my chin, Got my | neck, got my | boobies, |
| G | D | Am | D |
| Got my | heart, got my soul, got my | back - I got my | sex. | |
| Em | Bm | Em | Bm |
| I got my | arms, got my | hands, got my | fingers, got my | legs, |
| Em | Bm | Am | D | G |
| got my | feet, got my | toes, got my | liver; | - Got my | blood. |
| Am | C | D | G | C | G | C |
| I've got | life, - I've got my | free | dom. I've got | life. | | | |
| I've got life, and I am gonna keep it. | |
| G |
| I've got life, and nobody's gonna take it away. I've got | life! |
3. Sympathy For The Devil
Jagger, Richards / The Rolling Stones
| F | D# | A# | F |
| Please allow me to intro | duce myself, I'm a | man of wealth and | taste. |
| D# | A# | F |
| I've been around for | long, long years, stolen | many a man's soul and | faith. |
| D# | A# | F |
| I was 'round when | Jesus Christ had his | moments of doubt and | pain. |
| D# | A# | F |
| Made damn' sure that | Pilate washed his | hands and sealed his | fate. |
| C | F |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my | name, |
| C | F |
| But what's | puzzling you is the nature of my | game! |
| I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was the time for a change. | |
| Killed the Tsar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain. | |
| I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged, and the bodies stank. | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
| I watched with glee how your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made. | |
| I shouted out: "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all, it was you and me. | |
| Let me please introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste, | |
| And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay. | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
| |: | | F | D# | A# | F | :| (x4) |
| | ( | so | lo) | | | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
| Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints. | |
| As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer, 'cos I'm in need of some restraint. | |
| So if you meet me have some courtesy, have sympathy and some taste. | |
| Use all your well-learned politesse, or I'll lay your soul to waste. | |
| Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, | |
| But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game! | |
4. Hit The Road, Jack
Percy Mayfield / Ray Charles (1961)
| Gm | F | Eb | D |
| / / | / / | / / | / / (repeat) |
| Gm | F | Eb | D | Gm | F | Eb | D |
| Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no | more, no | more, no | more, no | more |
| Gm | F | Eb | D | Gm | (...) |
| Hit the | road, | Jack and | don't you come | back no mo- | o-o-o- | ore |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean | |
| You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen | |
| I'd have to pack my things and go | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this way | |
| Cause I'll be back on my feet some day | |
| Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood | |
| You ain't got no money you just ain't no good | |
| Well, I guess if you say so | |
| I'd have to pack my things and go | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Hit the road, Jack and don't you come back no more | |
| Don't you come back no more - Uh, what'd you say? | |
| Don't you come back no more - I didn't understand you! | |
| Don't you come back no more - You can't mean that! | |
| Don't you come back no more - Oh, no baby, please! | |
| Don't you come back no more - What you tryin' to do to me? | |
| Don't you come back no more - Oh, don't treat me like that! | |
| Don't you come back no more - ... | |
| Ain't Got No, I Got Life | 2 |
| Be OK | 1 |
| Hit The Road, Jack | 4 |
| Sympathy For The Devil | 3 |
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