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1. All for me Grog
The Blackwater Boys
| C | F | C |
| And it's | all for me grog, me | jolly, jolly | grog |
| a | D | G |
| All for my | beer and to | bacco. | |
| C | F | C |
| Well, I | spent all me tin on the | lasses drinkin' | gin |
| C | F | G | C |
| And acr | oss the Western | Ocean I must | wand | er. |
| C | F | C |
| Wh | ere are me boots, me | noggin', noggin' b | oots |
| a | D | G |
| They're all gone for | beer and tob | acco. | |
| C | F | C |
| Well the | soles they were thin and the | uppers lettin' | in. |
| F | G | C |
| And the heels were lookin' | out for better we | ath | er. |
| C |
| And it's | all for me grog,... |
Where is me shirt, me noggin', noggin' shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves were all worn out and the collar turned about
And the arse was lookin' out for better weather
| C |
| And it's | all for me grog,... |
Where is me wife, me noggin', noggin' wife
She's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see her front it was worn out and her tail´s got kicked about
And I'm sure she's lookin' out for better weather
| C |
| And it's | all for me grog,... |
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes and me head is full of aches
And I have to take a path for way out yonder
| C |
| And it's | all for me grog,... |
Where is me bed, me noggin', noggin' bed
It's all sold for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls until the springs were all in twirls
And the sheets they're lookin' out for better weather
| C |
| And it's | all for me grog,... |
2. Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
Monty Python
| Am | D7 |
| Some | things in life are | bad |
| G | Em |
| they can | really make you | mad |
| Am | D7 | G | Em |
| o | ther things just m | ake you swear and | curse | |
| Am | D7 |
| when you're | chewing on life's | gristle |
| G | Em |
| don't | grumble - give a wh | istle |
| A7 | D |
| and th | is'll help things turn out for the | best |
| G | Em | Am | D7 | G | Em | Am | D7 |
| And a | lways l | ook on the br | ight s | ide of l | ife ( | ..... | ..... | ...) |
| G | Em | Am | D7 | G | Em | Am | D7 |
| a | lways l | ook on the l | ight s | ide of l | ife ( | .... | ..... | ...) |
| Am | D7 |
| If | life seems jolly | rotten |
| G | Em |
| there's | something you've for | gotten |
| Am | D7 | G | Em |
| and | that's to laugh and | smile and dance and | sing | |
| Am | D7 |
| when you're f | eeling in the | dumps |
| G | Em |
| don't be silly ch | umps |
| A7 | D |
| just | purse your lips and whistle that's the | thing |
| Am | D7 |
| For | life is quite ab | surd |
| G | Em |
| and | death's the final | word |
| Am | D7 | G | Em |
| you must | always face the | curtain with a | bow | |
| Am | D7 |
| for | get about your | sin |
| G | Em |
| 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 a | lways l | ook on the br | ight s | ide of d | eath ( | .... | ..... | ...) |
| G | Em | Am | D7 | G | Em | Am | D7 |
| j | ust be | fore you | draw your | terminal b | reath. ( | .... | ..... | ...) |
| Am | D7 |
| L | ife's a piece of sh | it |
| Am | D7 | G | Em |
| l | ife's a laugh and | death's a joke - it's | true | |
| Am | D7 |
| you see it's all a | show |
| G | Em |
| keep them | laughing as you | go |
| A7 | D7 |
| just re | member that the last laugh is on | you |
3. Auf Majas Blumenwiese
Wolfgang Petry
| C | G |
| Auf | Majas Blumenwiese | haben alle Spaß, |
| C |
| manche tun´s im Blütenkelch, | andere im Gras. |
| G7 |
| Willi machts mit Maja, | Kassandra nimmt den Flip. |
| C |
| Weil der so viele Arme hat, ist | er der heiße Typ. |
| F | C |
| Ja, wenn die | Sonne scheint, und wenn der | Frühling lacht, |
| G7 | C | C7 |
| dann hat der | Willi es der Maja wieder | gut gem | acht. |
| F | C |
| Und wenn die | Thekla schreit: Jetzt bin auch | ich soweit, |
| G7 | C |
| dann ist die | Freude groß, auf Majas Wiese ist was | los. |
Flip, der hat den längsten, Kassandra fährt drauf ab,
Maja ist am engsten, Willi fickt sich schlapp.
Puck, die Stubenfliege, ist eher normal,
steht auf große Liebe, macht es nur frontal.
| F |
| Ja, wenn die | Sonne scheint, ... |
Flip ist völlig fertig, Maja voll in Fahrt,
in Willis kleinen Stachel ist jeder ganz vernarrt.
Sie feiern bis zur Dämmerung, den ganzen Sommer lang.
Auf Majas Blumenwiese kommt jeder einmal dran.
| F |
| Ja, wenn die | Sonne scheint, ... |
4. Boulevard of broken dreams
Green Day
| Bbm | Db | Ab | Eb | Bbm | Db | Ab | Eb | Bbm |
| | | | | | | | | |
| Bbm | Db |
| I walk a | lonely road |
| Ab | Eb | Bbm |
| The | only one that | I have ever | known. |
| Db |
| Don't know | where it goes |
| Ab | Eb | Bbm | Db | Ab | Eb |
| But it's home to | me and I walk al | one. | | | |
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken dreams.
Where the city sleeps
| Bbm | Db | Ab |
| And I'm the only one and I walk al | one. | | |
| Eb | Bbm | Db | Ab |
| I walk al | one, I walk al | one, | I walk al | one, I walk a |
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| My sh | adow’s the | only one that | walks beside me. |
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| My sh | allow h | eart’s the only | thing that’s beating. |
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| Somet | imes I | wish someone out | there will find me |
| Gb | Db | F |
| Till | then I | walk alone. |
I’m walking down the line,
That divides me somewhere in my mind.
On the borderline
of the edge and where I walk alone.
Read between the lines
what’s fucked up and evrything’s alright.
Check my vital signs
to know I’m still alive and I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone.
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| My sh | adow’s the | only one that | walks beside me. |
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| My sh | allow h | eart’s the only | thing that’s beating. |
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| Somet | imes I | wish someone out | there will find me |
| Gb | Db | F |
| Till | then I | walk alone. |
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken dreams.
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone.
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| My sh | adow’s the | only one that | walks beside me. |
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| My sh | allow h | eart’s the only | thing that’s beating. |
| Gb | Db | Ab | Eb |
| Somet | imes I | wish someone out | there will find me |
| Gb | Db | F |
| Till | then I | walk alone. |
5. California Girls
Beach Boys
| Bb | Bb7 |
| Well, | East cost girls are hip, ;I really | dig those styles they wear; |
| Eb |
| And the | Southern girls with the way they talk, |
| F7 |
| They knock me | out when I'm down there. |
| Bb | Bb7 |
| The | midwest farmers' daughters really | make you feel alright, |
| Eb |
| And the | northern girls with the way they kiss |
| F7 |
| They keep their | boy-friends warm at night. |
| Bb | Cm7 |
| I | wish they all could be | California, |
| Db |
| I | wish they all could be California, |
| Gb | Cb | Bb |
| I | wish they all could be | California | Girls. |
| Bb | Bb7 |
| The | West coast has the sunshine, and the | girls all get so tanned; |
| Eb |
| I dig a | French bikini on Hawaiian Islands, |
| F7 |
| Dolls by a | palm tree in the sand. |
| Bb |
| I | been all around this great big world, |
| Bb7 |
| And I've | seen all kinds of girls, |
| Eb |
| But I | couldn't wait to get back in the states, |
| F7 |
| Back to the | cutest girls in the world. |
| Bb |
| I | wish they all could be California, |
| Eb |
| I | wish they all could be California; I |
6. Der Spieler
Achim Reichel
| Am | C | D | Am | C | D |
| Es ist | mitten im Winter, im | tief | en Sch | nee. | | |
| Am | Dm |
| Es ist | späte Nacht im Casino an der | See. |
| F | Am |
| Und der | letzte Spieler an Tisch eins im großen | Saal, |
| F | E | Am | C | D |
| setzt den | letzten Riesen und | weiß nicht, auf welche | Zahl. | | |
| Am | C | D | Am | C |
| Er hat | alle Zahlen durch und auf | all | en verl | oren. | |
| D | Am | Dm |
| Er | weiß: | Wenn er jetzt verliert, ist er selbst verl | oren. |
| F |
| Und als | er die Hand ausstreckt, um den Riesen zu setzen, |
| E |
| hört er die | Spieler im Meer, den Wind hört er hetzen: |
| Am | Dm |
| Komm rüber, Spieler, Spieler, komm | rüber! |
| Am | Dm |
| Das | Spiel ist doch längst vorbei, Spieler, komm | rüber, |
| F | E | Am |
| Denn wenn Du | nichts mehr hast, | bist Du | frei. |
| F | Am |
| Erst wenn Du | nichts mehr hast, bist Du | frei. |
Und der Spieler setzt alles auf eine Zahl.
Auf den höchsten Sieg und auf die tiefste Qual.
Er setzt alles auf die siebzehn und: Siebzehn fällt!
Und mit einem Streich hat er das 35-fache Geld!
Woah! 35 Riesen! Und alle starren ihn an.
Und was macht der Spieler? Seht doch den Irren an!
Er lässt alles auf der 17, hat man sowas schon gesehn,
Und dann geht nichts mehr, und der Spieler hört sich flehn:
| Am | Dm |
| Komm rüber, Kugel, Kugel, komm | rüber! |
| Am | Dm |
| Das | Spiel ist doch nie vorbei. Kugel komm | rüber! |
| F | E | Am |
| Noch | einmal die 17, | und ich bin | frei! |
| F | E | Am |
| Noch | einmal die 17, | und ich bin | frei! |
Es ist immer noch Winter, immer noch Schnee.
Und ein Spieler ohne Glück, das tut immer noch weh.
Und am Hafen heulen die Schiffe und die Möwen schreien sich heiser,
in der Dämmerung wirds dunkel und der Wind wird leiser.
Und das Mädchen sagt zum Spieler: Junge, jetzt ist es Zeit.
Du hast so viel verloren, bist Du endlich soweit?
Und der Spieler hebt den Kopf: Wie weit? Wofür?
Und das Mädchen ruft, es steht schon in der Tür:
| Am | Dm |
| Komm rüber, Spieler, Spieler komm | rüber. |
| Am | Dm |
| Dieses Spiel hast Du frei. Spieler, komm | rüber. |
| F | E | Am |
| Denn wenn Du | mich erst hast, | bist Du | frei. |
| F | E | Am |
| Und | dieses Spiel | spielen | zwei. |
7. Down Under
Men At Work
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| Travelling in a | friedout combie | | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| on a hippie | trail head full of | zombie | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| I met a strange | lady | she made me | nervous | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| She took me | in and gave me | breakfast | and she | said: |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | "Do you come from a | land down under? | | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | Where women | glow and men plun | der | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | can't you hear can't you | hear the thunder | | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| you | better run you | better take cover" | | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| Buying bread from from a | man in Bruselles | | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| He was | six-foot-four | and full of | muscles | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| I said: "Do you | speak my language?" | | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| He just smiled and | gave me a vegemite | sandwich. | He sai | d: |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | "I come from the | land down under | | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | Where beer does | flow and men chun | der | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | can't you hear can't you | hear the thunder | | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| you | better run you | better take cover" | | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| Lying in a | den in Bombay | | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| With a slack | jaw and not much | to say | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| I said to the | man: "Are you trying to | tempt me? | | |
| Bm | A | Bm | G | A |
| Because I come | from the land of | plenty?" and | he | said: |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | "Oh! do you come from a | land down under | | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | Where women | glow and men plun | der | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| | can't you hear can't you | hear the thunder | | | |
| D | A | Bm | G | A |
| you | better run you | better take cover" | | | |
8. The Ferryman
Waxies Dargle
| G |
| All the | little boats are gone |
| C | G |
| From the | breast of Anna | Liffey |
| Am | D |
| And the | ferrymen are stranded on the | quay |
| G |
| The | Dublin docks are dying |
| C | G |
| And a | way of life is | gone |
| D | D7 | G |
| And | Molly it was | part of you and | me |
| D |
| Where the | strawberry beds |
| C | G |
| Sweep | down to the | Liffey |
| Am | D |
| You'll | kiss away the worries from my | brow |
| C | G |
| And I'll | love you more tom | orrow |
| D | D7 | G |
| If you | ever loved me | Molly love me | now |
'twas the only job I knew
It was hard but never lonely
The Liffey Ferry made a man of me
Now it's gone without a whisper
Forgotten even now
Sure it's over Molly over can't you see
| D |
| Where the | strawberry beds... |
Well now I spin my yarns
And spend my days in talking
I hear them whisper Charley's on the dole
But Molly we're still living
And Darling we're still young
And the river never ruled my heart or soul
| D |
| Where the | strawberry beds... |
Well now I spin my yarns
And spend my days in talking
I hear them whisper Charley's on the dole
But Molly we're still living
And Darling we're still young
And the river never ruled my heart or soul
| D |
| Where the | strawberry beds... |
9. Give a little bit
Supertramp
| D | A | D | G | A | G | A |
| Give a little bit, | | give a little bit of | your | love to me. | | |
| D | A | D | G | A | G | A |
| Give a l ittle bit, | | I’ll give a little bit of | my | love to you. | | |
| G | Bm | Esus4 | E | G | Aus4 | A | D |
| There’s so much that we | need to | share so | send a smile an | show you | care. | |
I’ll give a little bit, I’ll give a little bit of my life for you,
so give a little bit, give a little bit of your time to me.
See the man with the lonely eyes, oh take his hands, you’ll be surprised.
Give a little bit, give a little bit of your love to me.
Give a little bit, I’ll give a little bit of my life for you .
| C | G | A | Bm7 |
| Now’s the time that we need to share, so find yourself, we’re | on our | way | back | home. |
| A |
| Don’t you need, don’t you need to feel at | home? |
| A7 | D | G | A | G | D |
| Oh | yeah, we gotta | sing. | | | | |
10. Goodbye
Sasha
| H | Abm |
| We are the | same kind in | many ways |
| E | F# |
| we | share the same dis | ease, |
| Abm | E | F# |
| and | mad about adr | enalin | |
| H | Abm |
| and there is | no way of | stopping us |
| E | F# |
| we st | ick to our add | iction, |
| H | Abm | E | F# |
| but f | inally the w | inner's only | one of us | |
| E | F# |
| there's been a | lot of fuss and fight on our w | ay |
| E | Emaj7 | C# | H | F# | H | F# |
| and now there's only | one | thing | left | to | say | | |
| H | Abm | E |
| so we say good | bye, bye | bye, bye | bye |
| F# | H | Abm | E |
| and we | put our | hands up | in the | sky |
| F# | H | Abm |
| and we | wave our | handkerchief you | gotta leave |
| E | F# | E | Emaj7 | C# | H | F# |
| and | so we | say good | bye, | bye | bye, | bye | bye |
You know you can't always walk along
the sunny side of the street,
there is mis'ry around us from time to time
and so you never know the way it goes
tomorrow we might be losers but this time
we wanted all and got it all
so after all the fuss and fight on our way
there's only one thing left to say
And we say good bye, bye bye, bye bye
and we put our hands up in the sky
and we wave our handkerchieves you gotta leave
and so we say good bye, bye bye, bye bye
| E | H |
| you're | welcome as a friend. I | hope you understand, |
| E | F# | H | D | A |
| that | we don't wanna | drive you round the | bend | | |
| E | H |
| But | when it's getting rough and your | best is not enough |
| E | C#m | F# |
| all that it comes | down to in the | end |
Is to say good bye, bye bye, bye bye
this may be the worst day in your life
and you may think that this is hard, but you are harder
and for sure you'll get bye, bye bye, bye bye
| C# | Bbm | F# |
| And we say good | bye, bye, | bye, bye | bye |
| G# | C# | Bbm | F# |
| And we | put our | hands up | in the | sky |
| G# | C# | Bbm |
| And we | wave our | handkerchieves you | gotta leave |
| F# | G# | F# | F#maj7 | Eb | C# | G# |
| And | so we | say good | bye, | bye, | bye, | bye | bye... |
11. Heaven
Bryan Adams
| C | Am | G |
| Oh, | thinking about all our | younger years, |
| Dm | Am |
| There was | only you and | me, |
| Dm | G |
| we were | young and wild and | free. |
| C | Am | G |
| Now, | nothing can take you | away from me. |
| Dm | Am |
| We’ve been | down that road bef | ore, |
| Dm | G |
| but that’s | over now, you keep me | coming back for more. |
| F | G | Am |
| Baby, you’re | all that I | want, |
| C | F |
| when you’re | lying here in my | arms. |
| F | G | Am | G |
| I’m | finding it | hard to bel | ieve, we’re in | heaven. |
| F | G | Am |
| And | love is | all that I | need, |
| C | F |
| And I | found it there in your | heart. |
| F | G | Am | G |
| It | isn’t too | hard to | see we’re in | heaven. |
Oh, once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around,
bring you up when you’re feeling down.
Now, nothing could change what you mean to me.
Oh there’s lots that I could say,
but just hold me now, cause our love will light the way.
| F | G | Am |
| Baby, you’re | all that I | want, |
| C | F |
| when you’re | lying here in my | arms. |
| F | G | Am | G |
| I’m | finding it | hard to bel | ieve, we’re in | heaven. |
| F | G | Am |
| And | love is | all that I | need, |
| C | F |
| And I | found it there in your | heart. |
| F | G | Am | G |
| It | isn’t too | hard to | see we’re in | heaven. |
| Dm | F |
| I’ve been waiting for so | long, |
| C | Am |
| for | something to ar | rive |
| Dm | G |
| for | love to come al | ong |
| Dm | F |
| Now your dreams are coming | true |
| C | Am |
| Through the | good times and the | bad. |
| G |
| Yeah, I’ll be standing there by you. |
12. Home Boys Home
The Blackwater Boys
| D | G | D |
| Oh well, who | wouldn't be a sailor lad a | sailin' on the | main, |
| A | D | G | A |
| To | gain the good will of his | capt | ain's good | name? |
| D | G | D | A |
| He came a | shore one | evening for to | be, |
| D | G | A | D |
| And | that was the | start of my | own true love and | me. |
| D | A | D | G | D |
| And it's | home, | boys | home, | | |
| G | D | Bm | A |
| | Home for a | while in me | own count | ry, |
| D | G | D | A |
| Where the | oak, the | ash and the | bonny rowan | tree |
| D | G | A | D |
| Well, they´re | all agrowin' | greener in the | old count | ry |
Well I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head.
She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do,
So then I says to her, 'Won´t you like to jump in, too?'
| D | A | D |
| And it's | home, | boys | home,... |
Well she jumped into bed, making no alarm,
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm.
Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long,
Till she wished the short night had been nine years long.
| D | A | D |
| And it's | home, | boys | home,... |
Well early next morning the sailor lad arose
And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold
Saying, 'Take this me dear for the mischief that I've done
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son'
| D | A | D |
| And it's | home, | boys | home,... |
'Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse,
With gold in her pocket and silver in her purse,
And if it be a boy child he'll wear the jacket blue
And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do.'
| D | A | D |
| And it's | home, | boys | home,... |
Oh come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me,
And never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee,
For I trusted one and he beguiled me,
He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee.
| D | A | D |
| And it's | home, | boys | home,... |
13. Inaudible Melodies
Jack Johnson
| B |
| Itsy bitsy | diamond wells |
| B |
| Yellow bellied | given names |
| C# |
| Well shortcuts can | slow you down |
| B |
| And in the | end we're bound |
| F# | C# |
| To rebound off of | we. | |
| F# |
| Well dust off your | thinking caps |
| B |
| Solar powered | plastic plants |
| F# |
| Pretty pictures of | things we ate |
| B |
| We are only | what we hate |
| C# |
| But in the | long run we have found |
| B |
| Silent films are | full of sound |
| Bb |
| You're | moving too fast |
| B |
| Frames can't catch you when |
| G# |
| You're | moving like that |
| Bb |
| Serve | narrational strategies |
| G# |
| Help to | notice nothing but the zone |
| Bb |
| Frame-lines tell me what to see |
| G# |
| Or maybe | Eisenstein should just relax |
| Bb |
| You're | moving too fast |
| B |
| Frames can't catch you when |
| G# |
| You're | moving like that |
Well Plato's cave is full of freaks
Demanding refunds for the things they've seen
I wish they could believe
In all the things that never made the screen
| Bb |
| You're | moving too fast |
| B |
| Frames can't catch you when |
| G# |
| You're | moving like that |
| Bb |
| You're | moving too fast |
| B |
| Frames can't catch you when |
| G# |
| You're | moving like that |
Moving Too....
14. Johnny B. Goode
Chuck Berry
| A |
| Deep | down in Louisiana, close to New Orleans, |
| A |
| Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, |
| D |
| There | stood a log cabin made of earth and wood |
| A |
| Where | lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
| E |
| Who | never ever learned to read or write so well, |
| A |
| But he could | play the guitar just like a ringin' a bell. |
| A |
| Go! Go! Go, Johnny, go! Go! |
| A | E |
| Go, Johnny, go! Go! | Johnny B. Goode |
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack,
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Old engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made.
When people passed him by they would stop and say,
'oh, my but that little country boy could play'
His mother told him, 'someday you will be a man,
You will be the leader of a big ol' band.
Many people comin' from miles around
Will hear you play your music when the sun go down.
Maybe someday your name'll be in lights,
Sayin' 'Johnny B. Goode tonight''
15. The Joker
Steve Miller Band
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah!
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me baby
Say I'm doing you wrong, doing you wrong
Don't you worry no baby no don't worry
'Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
| G | C |
| 'Cause I'm a picker, 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 | D | C |
| I get my | loving on the | run | |
You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really like your peaches wanna shake your tree
Lovy dovy, lovy dovy, lovy dovy all the time
O wee baby I sure show you a good time
| G | C |
| 'Cause I'm a picker, 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 | D | C |
| Sure don't | want to hurt no | one | |
People keep talking about me, baby
Say I'm doing you wrong
Don't you worry, don't worry no worry, mama
'Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
I really like your peaches wanna shake your tree
Lovy dovy, lovy dovy, lovy dovy all the time
Come on, baby and I'll show you a good time
| G | C |
| 'Cause I'm a picker, 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 | D | C |
| Get my | loving on the | run | |
16. 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 |
17. The Leaving of Liverpool
Irish Sea Shanty
| A | D | A |
| Fare | well to you, my | own true | love, |
| F#m | B | E |
| I am going | far aw | ay. | |
| A | D | A |
| I am | bound for Cali | forni | a, |
| E7 | A |
| but I know that I'll ret | urn some | day |
| E | D | A |
| So, | fare thee well my | own true | love, |
| F#m | B |
| and when I return, un | ited we will | be. |
| E | A | A |
| It' not the | leaving of Liverpool that | grieves me |
| E7 | A |
| but my darling when I | think of | thee. |
I have shipped on a yankee sailing ship,
Davy Crocket is her name.
And Burgess is the captain of her
and they say she's a floating hell
| E | D | A |
| So, | fare thee well my | own true | love,... |
Oh, the sun is on the harbour, love,
and I wish I could remain.
For I know it will be some long, long time
before I see you again.
| E | D | A |
| So, | fare thee well my | own true | love,... |
18. Maggie
Keimzeit
| E | C#m | A | B |
| Die | Erde ist | rund und der | Glückswürfel | eckig, |
| E | C#m | A | B |
| die | Mädchen sind | bunt und | Schweine sind | dreckig. |
| E | C#m | A | B |
| So | einfach steh´n die | Dinge nun | auch wieder | nicht, |
| G0 | C#7 | B |
| denn wer | weiß schon genau, wann so ein | Krug zerbr | icht? |
Deine Augen, die glänzen, wenn wir uns seh´n,
Du bist traurig, wenn wir auseinandergeh´n.
wie oft hab ich Dir das nun schon klargemacht:
auch wenn Regenwolken weinen, ein Clown, der lacht.
| E | C#m | A | B |
| Oh, | Maggie, | Du bist so | wunder | schön, |
| E | C#m | A | B |
| Oh, | Maggie, | mit jedem | Tag ab ich Dich | lieber, |
| E | C#m | A | B |
| Oh, | Maggie, | komm schon und | lass mich | geh´n, |
| G0 | C#7 | B |
| ich verspr | ech Dir auch ganz ehrlich: Ich | komme | wieder. |
Dann heiraten wir und haben viel Kinder,
wir zieh´n auf´s Land , denn dort lebt es sich gesünder,
Und wenn ich mich am Abend dann zu Dir leg,
flüster ich Dir in Dein Ohr, das geht:
| E | C#m | A | B |
| Oh, | Maggie, | Du bist so | wunder | schön,... |
| C#m+5 | C#m7- |
| Und wenn wir dann zweiundsiebzig | Jahre alt sind, |
| E | E7 |
| kommen die | Enkel uns bes | uchen, |
| F#7 |
| ich | küss Dich auf die Stirn, Dein Kinn |
| B |
| und Du | backst uns ´n Zuckerkuchen. |
Die Erde ist rund und der Glückswürfel eckig,
die Mädchen sind bunt und Schweine sind dreckig.
So einfach steh´n die Dinge nun auch wieder nicht,
denn wer weiß schon genau, wann so ein Krug zerbricht?
| E | C#m | A | B |
| Oh, | Maggie, | Du bist so | wunder | schön,... |
19. Mary Jane's last dance
Tom Petty
| Am | G |
| She grew up in an | Indiana town |
| D | Am |
| Had a | good lookin' mama who | never was around |
| Am | G |
| But she | grew up tall and she | grew up right |
| D | Am |
| With them | Indiana boys on an | Indiana night |
Well she moved down here at the age of 18
She blew the boys away, was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
She said, "I dig you baby but I got to keep movin'"
...on, keep movin' on
| Em7 |
| Last dance with Mary Jane |
| A |
| One more time to kill the pa | in |
| Em7 |
| I feel summer creepin' in and I'm |
| A | G |
| Tired of this town ag | ain | |
Well, I don't know but I've been told
If you never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwing up, I'm tired of goin' down
I'm tired of myself, I'm tired of this town
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Honey, put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long
Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm
Tired of this town again
There's pigeons now on Market Square
She's standin' in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room
And nightfall will be comin' soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
You've got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit my last number, I walked to the road
Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm
Tired of this town again
20. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Crash Test Dummies
| Cm | A# | D# | A# |
| Once | there was this | kid | who |
| G# | D# | A# | D# |
| got into an | accident and | couldn't come to | school, but |
| G# | A# | D# |
| when he finally | came | back |
| A# | D# | G# | D# | A# |
| his | hair | had turned from | black int | o bright white |
| B | D# | B | A# | G# |
| He | said that it was | from when the | cars had smashed | soooo h | ard... |
| Gm | Dm |
| Mmm Mmm | Mmm Mmm (x2) |
Once there was this girl who
wouldn't go and change with the girls in the changeroom
and when they finally made her,
they saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it they'd always just been there
| Fm | D# | A# |
| But both girl and | boy wher | e glad, |
| Fm | D# | A# | G# |
| this one kid had it | worse tha | n that | |
Cause then, there was this boy whose
parents made him come directly home right after school,
and then when they went to their church,
their shock had leashed all over the churchfloor
He couldn't quite explain that they'd always just gone there...
21. Piano Man
Billy Joel
| C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| It's | nine o' | clock on a | saturday | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
| The | regular | crowd shuffles | in | |
| C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| There's an | old man | sitting | next to me | |
| F | G11 | C |
| Making | love to his | tonic and | gin |
| C | F/C | Cmaj7 | G11 | C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| | | | He says | son can you | play me a | memory | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
| I'm | not really | sure how it | goes | |
| C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| But it's | sad and it's | sweet and I | knew it | complete |
| F | G11 | C |
| When | I wore a | younger man's | clothes |
| Am | Am/G | D/F# | Am |
| Da da da | de de | Da | |
| Am/G | D7/F# | D7 | G |
| dada | dede | da | da | da |
| G7 | G7/E |
| C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| Sing us a | song you're the | piano man | |
| F | C/E | D7 | G |
| Sing us a | song t | onight | |
| C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| Well we're | all in the | mood for a | melody | |
| F | G11 | C |
| And | you've got us | feeling all | right |
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine,
he gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
but there's some place that he'd rather be
He says Bill, I believe this is killing me
As a smile ran away from his face
Well, i'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place
| Am | Am/G | D/F# | Am |
| Da da da | de de | Da | |
| Am/G | D7/F# | D7 | G |
| dada | dede | da | da | da |
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
who never had time for a wife
And he's talking to Davy who's still in the Navy
and probably will be for life
And the waitress is practising politics
As the businessman slowly gets stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call lonelyness
But it's better than drinking alone
| C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| Sing us a | song you're the | piano man | |
| F | C/E | D7 |
| Sing us a | song t | onight |
| G | C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| Well we're | all in the | mood for a | melody | |
| F | G11 | C |
| And | you've got us | feeling all | right |
It' a pretty good crowd for a saturday
and the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano sounds like a carnival
and the microphone smells like a beer
And they sut at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say Man, what are you doing here
| Am | Am/G | D/F# | Am |
| Da da da | de de | Da | |
| Am/G | D7/F# | D7 | G |
| dada | dede | da | da | da |
| G7 | G7/E |
| C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| Sing us a | song you're the | piano man | |
| F | C/E | D7 |
| Sing us a | song t | onight |
| G | C | Em/B | Am | C/G |
| Well we're | all in the | mood for a | melody | |
| F | G11 | C |
| And | you've got us | feeling all | right |
22. Radio Orchid
Fury in the slaughterhouse
| Bm | G | A |
| There's an old lady, | living | in an old house. |
| Bm | G | A |
| Since her | husband died she | hasn'been | out. |
| Bm | G | A |
| She | lives in her own world, | with her | own little nightmares. |
| Bm | G | A |
| And she st | opped counting the d | ays. |
| Bm | A |
| She buys a | Radio station with her | husband's legacy, |
| Bm | A |
| she does her | own show ten hours a | day. |
| Bm | A |
| Plays p | oems an listens, lets | feelings run free, |
| Bm | A |
| helps p | eople talk their pain aw | ay. |
| C | Em |
| So if your world falls down, can't s | ee the light of day |
| D | A | C |
| (Call the l | ady) call her station tod | ay, y | eah. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| This is R | adio | Orchid, Listen and cr | y |
| G | A | Bm |
| to all the | others that suffer an d | ie. |
| G | A | Bm |
| This is | Radio | Orchid, listen and c | ry, |
| G | A |
| take your l | onely heart and l | et it fly. |
| Bm | A |
| S | ending the message, she's s | olving the problems |
| Bm | A |
| of | millions and millions, and wh | o solves hers. |
| Bm | A |
| The old l | ady gets older, still l | ives in her old house, |
| Bm | A |
| but when she | dies we'll all live al | one. |
| C | Em |
| So if your world falls down, can't s | ee the light of day |
| D | A | C |
| (Call the l | ady) call her station tod | ay, y | eah. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| This is R | adio | Orchid, Listen and cr | y |
| G | A | Bm |
| to all the | others that suffer an d | ie. |
| G | A | Bm |
| This is | Radio | Orchid, listen and c | ry, |
| G | A |
| take your l | onely heart and l | et it fly. |
Take your lonely heart and let it fly
| C | Em |
| So if your world falls down, can't s | ee the light of day |
| D | A | C |
| (Call the l | ady) call her station tod | ay, y | eah. |
| Bm | G | A | Bm |
| This is R | adio | Orchid, Listen and cr | y |
| G | A | Bm |
| to all the | others that suffer an d | ie. |
| G | A | Bm |
| This is | Radio | Orchid, listen and c | ry, |
| G | A |
| take your l | onely heart and l | et it fly. |
23. Rhinestone Cowboy
Glen Campbell
| C | F | C |
| I've been | walkin' these streets so long | | |
| F | C |
| Singin' the same old song | | |
| G | C | G |
| I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of | Broadway | | |
| F |
| Where | hustle's the name of the game |
| C | F | C |
| And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the | rain | | |
| G |
| There's been a | load of compromisin' |
| F | C |
| On the | road to my hor | izon |
| F | D7 | G | Dm | G |
| But | I'm gonna be where the | lights are shinin' on | me | | |
| F | G | C | F | C |
| Like a | rhinest | one c | owboy | | |
| Cmaj7 | Dm | C | G |
| Riding | out on a horse in a star-spangled rode | o | | |
| F | G | C | F | C |
| Like a | rhinest | one c | owboy | | |
| Cmaj7 | Dm |
| Getting | cards and letters from people I don't even kn | ow |
| C | G | F |
| And offers comin' over the ph | one |
| C | F | C |
| Well, I | really don't mind the rain | | |
| F | C |
| And a smile can hide all the pain | | |
| G | C | G |
| But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the l | ong way | | |
| F |
| And I | dream of the things I'll do |
| C | F | C |
| With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my | shoe | | |
| G |
| There'll be a | load of compromisin' |
| F | C |
| On the r | oad to my hor | izon |
| F | D7 | G | Dm | G |
| But | I'm gonna be where the | lights are shinin' on | me | | |
| F | G | C | F | C |
| Like a | rhinest | one c | owboy | | |
| Cmaj7 | Dm | C | G |
| Riding | out on a horse in a star-spangled rode | o | | |
| F | G | C | F | C |
| rhinest | one c | owboy | | |
| Cmaj7 | Dm |
| Getting | cards and letters from people I don't even kn | ow |
| C | G | F |
| And offers comin' over the ph | one |
| F | G | C | F | C |
| Like a | rhinest | one c | owboy | | |
| Cmaj7 | Dm | C | G |
| Riding | out on a horse in a star-spangled rode | o | | |
| F | G | C | F | C |
| Like a | rhinest | one c | owboy | | |
| Cmaj7 | Dm |
| Getting | cards and letters from people I don't even kn | ow |
| C | G | F |
| And offers comin' over the ph | one |
24. Ribbecks Pflaume
Labskaus
| Bb | D7 |
| Bei | Ribbecks aus dem | alten Land |
| G7 | F | Bb |
| Im | Garten eine | Pflaume | stand. |
| F | Bb |
| Manch | Jüngling lugte | über'n Zaun, |
| C | F7 |
| ber | eit, die Frucht vom | Baum zu klau'n. |
| Bb | D7 |
| Jed | och Frau Ribbeck | hielt die Wacht, |
| G | F | Bb |
| sie | hat den Burschen | Dampf gem | acht, |
| F | Bb |
| bis | niemand mehr im | alten Land |
| Eb | F7 |
| auf | Else Ribbecks Pfl | aume stand. |
Die reife Pflaume fiel ins Moos,
Frau Ribbeck sprach:"Was mach ich bloß?"
Sie ging zum Zaun, rief:"Hallo, Mann!
Ich biet' dir meine Pflaume an."
Doch ringeherum war's leer und tot
und niemand hört ihr Angebot.
So blieb die Pflaume ungespeist,
was grad so viel wie sinnlos heißt.
25. Rockstar
Nickelback
| G |
| I'm through with | standing in line to clubs we'll never get in, |
| C |
| It's like | bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win, |
| F | Bb | C | G |
| This | life hasn't turned out | quite the way I | want it to | be. |
| G |
| I want a | brand new house on an episode of Cribs, |
| C |
| And a | bathroom I can play baseball in, |
| F | Bb | C | G |
| And a | king size tub big en | ough for | ten plus | me. |
| G |
| I'll need a | credit card that's got no limit, |
| C |
| And a | big black jet with a bedroom in it, |
| F | Bb | C | G |
| Gonna | join the mile-high club at | thirty-seven | thousand | feet. |
| G |
| I want a | new tour bus full of old guitars, |
| C |
| My own | star on Hollywood Boulevard, |
| F | Bb | C | G |
| Some | where between Cher and James | Dean is | fine for | me. |
| Bb |
| I 'm gonna | trade this life for fortune and fame, |
| C |
| I'd even | cut my hair and change my name. |
| G |
| 'Cause we | all just want to be big Rockstars, |
| Bb |
| And live in | Hilltop Houses driving fifteen cars, |
| C |
| The | girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, |
| Eb | F |
| We'll | all stay skinny cause we | just won't eat, |
| G |
| And we'll | hang out in the coolest bars, |
| Bb |
| In the | VIP with the movie stars, |
| C |
| Every | good gold diggers gonna wind up there. |
| Eb | F |
| Every | playboy bunny with her | bleach blonde hair, |
| Bb | C | G |
| Hey | hey I wanna be a Rockst | ar! |
| Bb | C | G |
| Hey | hey I wanna be a Rocks | tar! |
| G |
| I wanna be | great like Elvis without the tassels, |
| C |
| Hire | eight body guards who love to beat up assholes, |
| F | Bb | C | G |
| Sign a | couple autographs so I can | eat my | meals for | free. |
| G |
| I'm gonna | dress my ass with the latest fashion, |
| C |
| Get a | front door key to the Playboy Mansion, |
| F | Bb | C | G |
| Gonna | date a centerfold that | loves to blow my | money for | me. |
| Bb |
| I 'm gonna | trade this life for fortune and fame, |
| C |
| I'd even | cut my hair and change my name. |
| G |
| 'Cause we | all just want to be big Rockstars, |
| Bb |
| And live in | Hilltop Houses driving fifteen cars, |
| C |
| The | girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, |
| Eb | F |
| We'll | all stay skinny cause we | just won't eat, |
| G |
| And we'll | hang out in the coolest bars, |
| Bb |
| In the | VIP with the movie stars, |
| C |
| Every | good gold diggers gonna wind up there. |
| Eb | F |
| Every | playboy bunny with her | bleach blonde hair, |
| G |
| And we'll | hide out in the private rooms, |
| Bb |
| With the | latest dictionary and todays who's who, |
| C |
| They'll | get you anything with that evil smile, |
| Eb | F |
| Every | body's got a drug dealer | on speed dial, |
| Bb | C | G |
| Hey | hey I wanna be a Rockst | ar! |
| Eb |
| I'm gonna | sing those songs that offend the censors, |
| Bb |
| Gonna | pop my pills from a pez despenser, |
| Eb |
| Get | washed up singers writing all my songs, |
| C | F |
| Lip | sync 'em everynight so i won't | get them wrong! |
| G |
| 'Cause we | all just want to be big Rockstars, |
| Bb |
| And live in | Hilltop Houses driving fifteen cars, |
| C |
| The | girls come easy and the drugs come cheap, |
| Eb | F |
| We'll | all stay skinny cause we | just won't eat, |
| G |
| And we'll | hang out in the coolest bars, |
| Bb |
| In the | VIP with the movie stars, |
| C |
| Every | good gold diggers gonna wind up there. |
| Eb | F |
| Every | playboy bunny with her | bleach blonde hair, |
| G |
| And we'll | hide out in the private rooms, |
| Bb |
| With the | latest dictionary and todays who's who, |
| C |
| They'll | get you anything with that evil smile, |
| Eb | F |
| Every | body's got a drug dealer | on speed dial, |
| Bb | C | G |
| Hey | hey I wanna be a Rockst | ar! |
| Bb | C | G |
| Hey | hey I wanna be a Rockst | ar! |
26. Sail Away
The Rasmus
| Am |
| Once upon a time we had a lot to fight for |
| Em |
| We had a dream, we had a plan |
| Am |
| Sparks in the air we spread a lot of envy |
| Em |
| Didn’t have to care once upon a time |
| Am |
| Remember when I swore my love is never ending |
| Em |
| And you and I will never die |
| C | G | Am | D |
| Rainy d | ays | are yours to k | eep |
| C | G |
| The night is c | alling my name |
| Am |
| Once upon a time we used to burn candles |
| Em |
| We had a place to call a home |
| Am |
| The dream that we lived we spent it undefine |
| Em |
| Every day was like a gift once upon a time |
| Am |
| Remember when you swore your love is never ending |
| Em |
| And you and I will never die |
| Am |
| Remember when you swore |
| C | G | Am | D |
| Rainy d | ays | are yours to k | eep |
| C | G |
| Twilight's c | alling my name |
| Em | C | C/Em | F# |
| No reason to | lie, no | need to pret | end |
| Em | D | C | G | C | G | Am | D | Em | D | C | G | C | G | Am | D | Em |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Sail aw | ay |
| D | A | Hm | E |
| Rainy d | ays | are yours to k | eep |
| D | A |
| The night is c | alling my name |
27. She said she was a dancer
Jethro Tull
| F | C | Dm | Bb |
| She said she was a d | ancer | . If I believed it, it was | my busines |
| F | C | Dm |
| She surely knew a th | ing or two about contr | ol. |
| F | C |
| Next to the bar we hit the s | amovar. |
| Dm | Bb |
| She almost slipped right thr | ough my fingers. |
| F | C | Dm |
| It was snowing outs | ide and in her s | oul. |
| F | C | Dm | Bb |
| Well, maybe you're a d | ancer, and maybe | I'm the King of | Old Siam. |
| F | C | Dm |
| I thought it through... b | est to let the illusion r | oll. |
| F | C |
| I wouldn't s | ay I've never heard that | tale before, |
| Dm | Bb |
| my frozen little s | eñorita, |
| F | C | Dm |
| but if your | dream is good, why not sh | are it when the nights are c | old? |
| G | C | D |
| Hey Moscow, what's your story? | Lady, take your time, don't h | urry. |
| G | D | C |
| Maybe a student of the | agricultural pl | an. |
| G | C | D |
| Hey Moscow, what's your name? If you d | on't want to say, don't w | orry. |
| G | D | C |
| It would probably be h | ard for me to make it sc | an. |
| F | C | Dm | Bb |
| With her phr | ase book in her | silk soft hand she | spoke in riddles while the v | odka listened. |
| F | C | Dm |
| I said, | ``Let me look up l | ove, if I might be so b | old.'' |
| F | C |
| She was the nearest thing to | Rock and Roll |
| Dm | Bb |
| that side of the v | elvet curtain |
| F | C | Dm |
| that s | eparates eastern st | eel from western g | old. |
| G | C | D |
| Hey Miss Moscow, what's your story? | You needn't speak aloud, just wh | isper. |
| G | D | C |
| Am I just the closest th | ing to an Englishm | an? |
| G | C | D |
| You've seen me in your magazines, or m | aybe on state telev | ision. |
| G | D | C |
| I'm your Pepsi-Cola, but you w | on't take me out the c | an. |
| F | C | Dm | Bb |
| She said she was a d | ancer --- so she d | id. | |
| F | C | Dm | Bb |
| She said she was a d | ancer. | If I believed it, it was m | y business. |
| F | C | Dm |
| It f | elt like a merry danc | e that I was being l | ed. |
| F | C |
| So I st | ole one kiss. It was a | near miss. |
| Dm | Bb |
| She l | ooked at me like I was J | ack the Ripper. |
| F | C | Dm |
| She l | eaned in close. ``Goodn | ight,'' was all she s | aid. |
| F | C | Dm |
| So I t | ook myself | off to b | ed. |
28. Sweet about me
Gabriella Cilmi
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Ooh, watching | me, | hanging by a string this tim | e. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Don't, easil | y, the cl | imax of a perfect lie | . |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Ooh, watching | me, | hanging by a string this tim | e. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Ooh, easil | y, my sm | ile's worth a hundred lies | . |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| If there's lessons to be | learned, | I'd rather get my jamming | words in first, so |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Tell you something that I've f | ound, that the | world's a better place when it's | upside down, boy. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| If there's lessons to be l | earned, | I'd rather get my jamming | words in first, so |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| When you're playing with des | ire, don't come | running to my place when it | burns like fire, boy. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Blue, blue, b | lue, | waves they cra | sh. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| As | time goes | by, so | hard to c | atch. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| And | too, too sm | ooth, | ain't all th | at. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Why | don't you r | ide my | side of the tr | acks? |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| If there's lessons to be | learned, | I'd rather get my jamming | words in first, so |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Tell you something that I've f | ound, that the | world's a better place when it's | upside down, boy. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| If there's lessons to be l | earned, | I'd rather get my jamming | words in first, so |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| When you're playing with des | ire, don't come | running to my place when it | burns like fire, boy. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
| C# | E | B | C# |
| Sweet about | me, N | othing sweet about | me, yea | h. |
29. Turn your car around
Lee Ryan
| G#m |
| Well it's | not about them |
| G#m |
| Yeah you | still got a way |
So you swallow your pride
When you're fillin' with gas
And they're laughin' inside about kicking your arse
And you gotta stand up, if you don't
Then you're just falling down
So why don't you
| G#m | B |
| Turn your | car around |
| F# | E |
| Forget your | way back home |
| G#m | B | F# |
| Cause it's not | me there | anymore |
| G#m | B |
| Turn your | car around |
| F# | E |
| We're better | off alone |
| G#m | F# |
| I'll get myself up off the fl | oor |
So I'll tell you it's black
But you know that it's white
I say everything's cool and
You don't have to fight
And there's nothing outside
In the dark there
Just waiting for you
And I wish it was true
So why don't you
| G#m | B |
| Turn your | car around |
| F# | E |
| Forget your | way back home |
| G#m | B | F# |
| Cause it's not | me there | anymore |
| G#m | B |
| Turn your | car around |
| F# | E |
| We're better | off alone |
| G#m | F# |
| I'll get myself up off the fl | oor |
| G#m | B |
| Now we've all heard | Tammy sing |
| F# |
| Well | girl stand by your man |
And I know you can
| G#m | B |
| Turn your | car around |
| F# | E |
| Forget your | way back home |
| G#m | B | F# |
| Cause it's not | me there | anymore |
| G#m | B |
| Turn your | car around |
| F# | E |
| We're better | off alone |
| G#m | F# |
| I'll get myself up off the fl | oor |
30. Two Knights and Maidens
Crash Test Dummies
| F#m7 | D | E | A2 | Em |
| Once there were | two | knights and m | aidens. | |
| C#m | B | C |
| They'd walk tog | ether | |
| E | A | E | Esus | E |
| in all | kinds of weather. | | | |
| F#m7 | D | E | A | Em |
| The | knights always | pest | ered the m | aidens | |
| C#m | B | C |
| to | love them tog | ether | |
| E | A | E |
| and th | ey could w | atch each other. | |
| F | G | C | F | Am |
| The | maid | ens had | other plans for the two | knights: | |
| Bb | C | F |
| They'd give them p | otions | |
| Bb |
| and make them see | dreams and lights. |
| F#m7 | D | E | A | Em |
| The kn | ights took the p | oti | ons gl | adly. | |
| C#m | B | C |
| They l | aughed at their v | isions, | |
| D | G |
| but outside the g | ard | en |
| E | A | E |
| tigers sm | elled them together. | |
| F | G | C | F | Am |
| The | maid | ens had | other plans for the two | knights: | |
| Bb | C | F |
| They'd give them p | otions | |
| Bb |
| and make them see | dreams and lights. |
| F#m7 | D | E | A | Em |
| The | knights only l | aughed | at the t | igers; | |
| C#m | B | C |
| Thy th | ought they were v | isions. | |
| D | G | E |
| Out in the g | ard | en the | maidens |
| A | E |
| watched them together. | |
| Am7 | G/B | C | F | Am |
| Ah | | , but for the two | knights. | |
| Bb | C | F |
| Ah, but for m | aidens | |
| Bb | F | Bb |
| who gave to them | dreams and lights. | | |
31. What A Wonderful World
Louis Armstrong
| D | F#m | G | F#m |
| I see | trees of | green, | red roses | too |
| Em7 | D | F#7 | Bm |
| I see them | bloom, | for me and | you, |
| Bb | Em7/A | A7 | D | D+ | Gmaj7 | A7 |
| And I | think to myself, | What a | wonderful | world | . | | |
| D | F#m | G | F#m |
| I see | skies of | blue and | clouds of | white, |
| Em7 | D | F#7 | Bm |
| The bright blessed | day, the | dark sacred | night, |
| Bb | Em7/A | A7 | D | G | G | D |
| And I | think to myself, | what a w | onderful w | orld | | | |
| A7 | D |
| The | colors of the rainbow, so | pretty in the sky |
| A7 | D |
| Are | also on the faces of | people goin' by |
| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m |
| I see | friends shaking | hands, saying, " | How do you | do?" |
| Em7 | F#dim7 | Em7 | F#dim7 | Em7 |
| They're really | saying, | "I | love | you." |
| A7 | D | F#m | G | F#m |
| I hear | babies | cry, I | watch them | grow |
| Em7 | D | F#7 | Bm |
| They'll learn much | more | than I'll ever | know, |
| Bb | Em7/A | A7 | D | F#m7b5 | B7 |
| And I | think to myself | what a wo | nderful wo | rld | | |
| Em7 | Em7/A | A7b9 | D | G6 | D |
| Yes I | think to myself, | what a | wonderful | world | . | |
32. Wisemen
James Blunt
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B|------3-----6-3-----6-------5------------|
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| F | C |
| Won't you tell me what the w | ise men said when they |
| Dm |
| Smoked nine till seven |
| F | C |
| All the shit that th | ey could find |
| Gm |
| But they | couldn't escape from you |
| Dm |
| Couldn't be free of you |
| F | C |
| And now they know there's | no way out |
| Gm |
| And they're | really sorry now for what they've done |
| F | C |
| They were | three wise men just trying to h | ave some fun |
| Cm | Eb |
| Look who's al | one now |
| Cm | Eb | Bb | F |
| Those three wise | men they've got a | semi by the | sea |
| Cm | Ab |
| Gotta ask your | self the question |
| Cm | Ab |
| Gotta ask your | self the question |
| F | C |
| They got | caught up in your | talent show |
| Gm | Dm |
| With your pern | ickety little bastards and your | fancy dress |
| F | C |
| Who just | judge each other and | try to impress |
| Gm |
| But they | couldn't escape from you |
| Dm |
| Couldn't be free of you |
| F | C |
| And now they know there's | no way out |
| Gm |
| And they're | really sorry now for what they've done |
| F | C |
| They were | three wise men just trying to h | ave some fun |
| Cm | Eb |
| Look who's al | one now |
| Cm | Eb | Bb | F |
| Those three wise | men they've got a | semi by the | sea |
| Cm | Ab |
| Gotta ask your | self the question |
| Cm | Ab |
| Gotta ask your | self the question |
| Gm | Dm | Gm | Dm | Gm | Dm | F |
| Cm | Eb | Bb | F | Cm | Eb | Bb | F | Cm | Ab | Bb | F | Cm | Ab | Bb | F |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| Cm | Eb |
| Look who's al | one now |
| Cm | Eb | Bb | F |
| Those three wise | men they've got a | semi by the | sea |
| Cm | Ab |
| Gotta ask your | self the question |
| Cm | Ab |
| Gotta ask your | self the question |