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MARGARITAVILLE D

D Nibblin’ on sponge cake Watchin’ the sun bake
All of the tourists covered with A oil

Strummin’ my six string On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they’re beginning to D boil

Ch{ G wastin’ A away in D margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
G Some people A claim that it’s a D woman A to G blame
But I A know, it’s nobody’s D fault G A G D

I don’t know the reason I stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new A tattoo

A But it’s a real beauty A Mexican cutie
How I got here, I havn’t a clue

Ch{ …now I think, hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home

A But there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

CH{ … but I know, it’s my own damned fault

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MARGARITAVILLE D

D Nibblin’ on sponge cake Watchin’ the sun bake
All of the tourists covered with A oil

Strummin’ my six string On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, they’re beginning to D boil

Ch{ G wastin’ A away in D margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
G Some people A claim that it’s a D woman A to G blame
But I A know, it’s nobody’s D fault G A G D

I don’t know the reason I stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new A tattoo

A But it’s a real beauty A Mexican cutie
How I got here, I havn’t a clue

Ch{ …now I think, hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home

A But there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

CH{ … but I know, it’s my own damned fault

Average Rating: 4.8 out of 5 based on 241 user reviews.

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PROUD MARY C A C A C A G F G D…..

D Left a good job in the city,
workin for the man every night and day
and I never lost one minute of sleepin’,
worryin’ ’bout the way things might have been.

A Big wheel a-keep on t.rnin’
Proud Bm Mary keep on burnin’,
D Roll in’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river.

D Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
till I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

Ch{ A Big wheel a-keep on turnin,
Proud Bm Mary keep on burnin,
roll D in, rollin, rollin on the river.

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D if you come down to the river,
bet you’re 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.

Ch{ A Big wheel keep on turnin, Proud Bm Mary keep on burnin,
roll D in, rollin, rollin on the river.

Average Rating: 4.5 out of 5 based on 253 user reviews.

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PROUD MARY C A C A C A G F G D…..

D Left a good job in the city,
workin for the man every night and day
and I never lost one minute of sleepin’,
worryin’ ’bout the way things might have been.

A Big wheel a-keep on t.rnin’
Proud Bm Mary keep on burnin’,
D Roll in’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river.

D Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
till I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

Ch{ A Big wheel a-keep on turnin,
Proud Bm Mary keep on burnin,
roll D in, rollin, rollin on the river.

Intro}

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Intro{

D if you come down to the river,
bet you’re 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.

Ch{ A Big wheel keep on turnin, Proud Bm Mary keep on burnin,
roll D in, rollin, rollin on the river.

Average Rating: 4.5 out of 5 based on 295 user reviews.

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Mr. Jones Am F Dm G / C F G

I was down at the New Amsterdam, staring at this yellow haired girl
Mr, Jones strikes up this conversation with this black haired flamenco dancer
She dances while her father plays guitar. She’s suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful, I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning, sha la la la la la uh huh
Cut up Maria, show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle Mr. Jones
Believe in me, help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes

CH{ C Mr. F Jones and me G tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women
She’s looking at you , ah no, she’s looking at me
Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture, paint myself in blue and red and black and grey
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Grey is my favorite color, I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a grey guitar and plays

CH{ Mr. Jones and me, look into the future Stare at the beautiful women
She’s looking at you, I don’t think so, she’s looking at me
Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a grey guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lo…nely

Am I will never be F lonely, Am I will never be G lo…nely
Am I want to be a lion, F everybody wants to pass as cats
Am We all want to be big big stars, G but we got different reasons for that
Am Believe in me, because F I don’t believe in anything
Am And I want to be G someone to believe, to believe, to believe

CH{ Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the Barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
She’s perfect for you, there’s got to be somebody for me
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that’s about as funky as you can be

CH{ Mr. Jones and me, staring at the video
When I look at the television want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don’t know why, and we don’t know how
But when everybody loves me, I’m gonna be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars………

Average Rating: 4.7 out of 5 based on 157 user reviews.

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Mr. Jones Am F Dm G / C F G

I was down at the New Amsterdam, staring at this yellow haired girl
Mr, Jones strikes up this conversation with this black haired flamenco dancer
She dances while her father plays guitar. She’s suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful, I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning, sha la la la la la uh huh
Cut up Maria, show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle Mr. Jones
Believe in me, help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes

CH{ C Mr. F Jones and me G tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women
She’s looking at you , ah no, she’s looking at me
Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture, paint myself in blue and red and black and grey
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Grey is my favorite color, I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a grey guitar and plays

CH{ Mr. Jones and me, look into the future Stare at the beautiful women
She’s looking at you, I don’t think so, she’s looking at me
Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a grey guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lo…nely

Am I will never be F lonely, Am I will never be G lo…nely
Am I want to be a lion, F everybody wants to pass as cats
Am We all want to be big big stars, G but we got different reasons for that
Am Believe in me, because F I don’t believe in anything
Am And I want to be G someone to believe, to believe, to believe

CH{ Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the Barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
She’s perfect for you, there’s got to be somebody for me
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that’s about as funky as you can be

CH{ Mr. Jones and me, staring at the video
When I look at the television want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don’t know why, and we don’t know how
But when everybody loves me, I’m gonna be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars………

Average Rating: 5 out of 5 based on 219 user reviews.

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Semi-Charmed Life G D C^^^ d d d…

I’m packed and I’m holding I’m smiling, she’s living, she’s golden
And she lives for me She says she lives for me
Ovation ^ She’s got her own motivation She comes round and she goes down on G me

And I make her smile It’s like a drug for C you
Do ever what you want to do Coming over you

Keep on smiling, what we go through One stop to the rhythm that divides you

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse Chop another line like a coda with a curse
And I come on like a freak show takes the stage We give them the games we play, she said

CH{ I want something else To get me through this Semi-charmed kind of life
I want something else I’m not listening when you say Good-bye d d d…

The sky it was gold, it was rose I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there Some place back there

(Smiling in) the pictures you would take
Doing crystal myth Will lift you up until you break

It won’t stop I won’t come down, I keep stock
With a tick-tock rhythm and a bump for the drop

And then I bumped up I took the hit I was given
Then I bumped again And then I bumped again

BR{ How do I get back there to The place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to The place where you said

CH{ I want something else

I believe in the sand beneath my toes The beach gives a feeling An earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows

And the four right chords can make me cry When I’m with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right All right

BR{ When the plane came in She said she was crashing
The velvet it rips In the city we tripped On the urge to feel alive
But now I’m struggling to survive

The days you were wearing That velvet dress
You’re the priestess, I must confess Those little red panties They pass the test

Slide up around the belly Face down on the mattress
One Now you hold me And we’re broken
Still its all that I want to do
Feel myself with a head made of the ground I’m scared but I’m not coming down
And I won’t run for my life She’s got her jaws just locked now in smile
But nothing is all right All right

CH{ I want something else

Average Rating: 4.8 out of 5 based on 195 user reviews.

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Semi-Charmed Life G D C^^^ d d d…

I’m packed and I’m holding I’m smiling, she’s living, she’s golden
And she lives for me She says she lives for me
Ovation ^ She’s got her own motivation She comes round and she goes down on G me

And I make her smile It’s like a drug for C you
Do ever what you want to do Coming over you

Keep on smiling, what we go through One stop to the rhythm that divides you

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse Chop another line like a coda with a curse
And I come on like a freak show takes the stage We give them the games we play, she said

CH{ I want something else To get me through this Semi-charmed kind of life
I want something else I’m not listening when you say Good-bye d d d…

The sky it was gold, it was rose I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there Some place back there

(Smiling in) the pictures you would take
Doing crystal myth Will lift you up until you break

It won’t stop I won’t come down, I keep stock
With a tick-tock rhythm and a bump for the drop

And then I bumped up I took the hit I was given
Then I bumped again And then I bumped again

BR{ How do I get back there to The place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to The place where you said

CH{ I want something else

I believe in the sand beneath my toes The beach gives a feeling An earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows

And the four right chords can make me cry When I’m with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right All right

BR{ When the plane came in She said she was crashing
The velvet it rips In the city we tripped On the urge to feel alive
But now I’m struggling to survive

The days you were wearing That velvet dress
You’re the priestess, I must confess Those little red panties They pass the test

Slide up around the belly Face down on the mattress
One Now you hold me And we’re broken
Still its all that I want to do
Feel myself with a head made of the ground I’m scared but I’m not coming down
And I won’t run for my life She’s got her jaws just locked now in smile
But nothing is all right All right

CH{ I want something else

Average Rating: 4.7 out of 5 based on 270 user reviews.