Should I Stay Or Should I Go
Tom: D
1 = D-D-D-G-G-G-G-D 1+ = D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D
2 = G-G-G-F-F-F-F-G 2+ = G-G-G-F-F-F-F-G
3 = A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A 3+ = A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A
1+, 2+, 3+ are played during the fast part. The D and the G are done as open
chords, for the G just play open the D, G and B strings. The A is played
as an open chord.
Intro
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1 Just 1 guitar
1 "
1with bass and drums
1 "
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Darling you gotta let me know 1
Should I stay orshould I go 1
If you say that your are mine 2
I'll be here 'til the end of time 1
So you gotta let me know 3
Should I stay or should I go 1
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It's always tease tease tease 1
You're happy when I'm on my knees 1
One day is fine the next is black 2
So if you want me up your back 1
Wow ! Come on and let me know 3
Should I stay or dhould I go 1
The music stops
Chorus
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Should I stay or should I go now Music starts again, fast part
Should I stay or should I go now 1+
If I go there will be trouble 2+
And if I stay it will be double 1+
So you gotta let me know 3+
............................... 1 (not 1+)
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This indecision bothers me 1 | Esta undecision me molesta
If you don't want me set me free 1 | Si no quieres librame
Exactly who I'm supposed to be 2 | Diga me que tengo ser
Don't you which clothes even fit me 1 | Seves que robas me querda
Come on and let me know 3 | Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow 1 | Me debo ir o quedarme
like first part, same music + screaming
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chorus fast part
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Should I stay or should I go now | Yahouh !
Should I stay or should I go now | YEEPEEE!
If I go there will be trouble | Si me voy - va peligro
And if I stay it will be double | Me quedo is double
So you gotta let me know | Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow | Me debo ir o quedarme
chorus again
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Should I stay or should I go now (x 2) | fast part too. play 1+, 2+ and 3+
If I go there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go
Last Gang in Town
Tom :F
F Bb F
Everybody's looking for last gang in town
F Bb F
You better watch out for they're all comin' around
F
The sport of today is exciting
C F/A F
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
C F
It's rock and roll all over
C F
In every street and every station
C F
Kids fight like different nations
Bb F/A
And it's brawn against brain
Gm F
And it's knife against chain
Bb F/A
But it's all young blood
C
Flowing down the drain
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
Eb Bb
They're all looking 'round
Bb Ab F
For the last gang in town
Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An' when some punk come alooking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one antoher
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers
Down from the edge of London
The rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids
From the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle
Then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town
(Outro) A F A F
London's Burning
Tom :G
Intro: G F C D G F C D G F C D
G F C F
ALL ACROSS THE TOWN, ALL ACROSS THE NIGHT
G F C F
EVERYBODY'S DRIVING WITH FULL HEADLIGHTS
G F C F
BLACK OR WHITE TURN IT ON, FACE THE NEW RELIGION
G
EVERYBODY’S SITTING ’ROUND WATCHING TELEVISION!
G F C D
LONDON'S BURNING WITH BOREDOM NOW
G F C D
LONDON'S BURNING DIAL 99999
I’M UP AND DOWN THE WESTWAY, IN AN’ OUT THE LIGHTS
WHAT A GREAT TRAFFIC SYSTEM - IT'S SO BRIGHT
I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO SPEND THE NIGHT
THEN SPEEDING AROUND UNDERNEATH THE YELLOW
LIGHTS
LONDON'S BURNING WITH BOREDOM NOW
LONDON’S BURNING DIAL 99999
NOW I’M IN THE SUBWAY AND I’M LOOKING FOR THE FLAT
THIS ONE LEADS TO THIS BLOCK, THIS ONE LEADS TO THAT
THE WIND HOWLS THROUGH THE EMPTY BLOCKS LOOKING
FOR A HOME
I RUN THROUGH THE EMPTY STONE BECAUSE I'M ALL
ALONE
LONDON’S BURNING WITH BOREDOM NOW...
LONDON'S BURNING DIAL 99999
Lost In The Supermarket
Tom :E
Intro: Emaj7 C#m7 Amaj7 Emaj7 Eadd9
E (Emaj7 in 2nd and 3rd choruses)
I'M ALL LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET
C#m7
I CAN NO LONGER SHOP HAPPILY
Amaj7
I CAME IN HERE FOB THE SPECIAL OFFER
E Eadd9
A GUARANTEED PERSONALITY
E B C#m
I WASN'T BORN SO MUCH AS I FELL OUT
Amaj7 B E
NOBODY SEEMED TO NOTICE ME
C#m B Amaj7
WE HAD A HEDGE BACK HOME IN THE SUBURB
B E
OVER WHICH I NEVER COULD SEE
E B C#m
I HEARD THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE ON THE CEILING
Amaj7 B E
SCREAM AND FIGHT MOST SCARILY
C#m B Amaj7
HEARING THAT NOISE WAS MY FIRST EVER FEELING
B E
THAT’S HOW IT’S BEEN ALL AROUND ME
I'M ALL TUNED IN, I SEE ALL THE PROGRAMMES
I SAVE COUPONS FROM PACKETS OF TEA
I'VE GOT MY GIANT HIT DISCOTHEQUE ALBUM
I EMPTY A BOTTLE I FEEL A BIT FREE
THE KIDS IN THE HALLS AND THE PIPES IN THE WALLS
MAKE ME NOISES FOR COMPANY
LONG DISTANCE CALLERS MAKE LONG DISTANCE CALLS
AND THE SILENCE MAKES ME LONELY
E C#7
IT’S NOT HERE
Amaj7 E Eadd9
IT DISAPPEAR
I’M ALL LOST
Lovers Rock
Tom :G
G Am
Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right
D C
If you wanna make lover's rock
G Am D C
You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock
G Am
'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame
D C
But nobody knows the poor baby's name
G Am D C
When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow
You Western man, you're free with your seed
When you make lovers rock
But woops! there goes the strength that you need
To make real cool lovers rock
'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes
ANd he can make a lover in a thousand go's
An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow
The Magnificent Seven
Tom: Am
Am Dm7
THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN
Am
RlNG! RING! IT’S 7:00 AM
Dm7
MOVE Y’SELF TO GO AGAIN
Am
COLD WATER IN THE FACE
Dm7
BRINGS YOU BACK TO THIS AWFUL PLACE
Am
KNUCKLE MERCHANTS AND YOU BANKERS, TOO
Dm7
MUST KEEP UP AN’ LEARN THOSE RULES
Am
WEATHER MAN AND THE CRAZY CHIEF
Dm7
ONE SAYS SUN AND ONE SAYS SLEET
Am
AM, THE FM, THE PM TOO
Dm7
CHURNING OUT THAT BOOGALOO
Am
GETS YOU UP AND GETS YOU OUT
Dm7
BUT HOW LONG CAN YOU KEEP IT UP?
Am
GIMME HONDA, GIMME SONY
Dm7
SO CHEAP AND REAL PHONY
Am
HONG KONG DOLLARS AND INDIAN CENTS
Dm7
ENGLISH POUNDS AND ESKIMO PENCE
Am
YOU LOT! WHAT?
Dm7
DON’T STOP! GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT!
Am
YOU LOT! WHAT?
Dm7
DON'T STOP! YEAH!
WORKING FOR A RISE, BETTER MY STATION
TAKE MY BABY TO SOPHISTICATION
SHE'S SEEN THE ADS, SHE THINKS IT’S NICE
BETTER WORK HARD – I SEEN THE PRICE
NEVER MIND THAT IT'S TIME FOR THE BUS
WE GOT TO WORK – AN’ YOU’RE ONE OF US
CLOCKS GO SLOW IN A PLACE OF WORK
MINUTES DRAG AND THE HOURS JERK
“WHEN CAN I TELL ’EM WOT I DO?
IN A SECOND, MAAAN...ORIGHT CHUCK!”
WAVE BUB-BUB-BUB-BYE TO THE BOSS
IT’S OUR PROFIT, IT'S HIS LOSS
BUT ANYWAY LUNCH BELLS RING
TAKE ONE HOUR AND DO YOUR THANNG!
CHEEESBOIGER!
WHAT DO WE HAVE FOR ENTERTAINMENT?
COPS KICKIN' GYPSIES ON THE PAVEMENT
NOW THE NEWS-SNAP TO ATTENTION!
THE LUNAR LANDING OF THE DENTIST CONVENTION
ITALIAN MOBSTER SHOOTS A LOBSTER
SEAFOOD RESTAURANT GETS OUT OF HAND
A CAR IN THE FRIDGE
OR A FRIDGE IN THE CAB?
LIKE COWBOYS DO IN TV LAND
YOU LOT! WHAT? DON'T STOP. HUH?
SO GET BACK TO WORK AN’ SWEAT SOME MORE
THE SUN WILL SINK AN’ WE’LL GET OUT THE DOOR
IT’S NO GOOD FOR MAN TO WORK IN CAGES
HITS THE TOWN, HE DRINKS HIS WAGES
YOU’RE FRETTIN’, YOU’RE SWEATIN’
BUT DID YOU NOTICE YOU AIN’T GETTIN'?
DON'T YOU EVER STOP LONG ENOUGH TO START?
TO TAKE YOUR CAR OUTTA THAT GEAR
DON'T YOU EVER STOP LONG ENOUGH TO START?
TO GET YOUR CAR OUTTA THAT GEAR
KARLO MARX AND FRIEDRICH ENGELS
CAME TO THE CHECKOUT AT THE 7-11
MARX WAS SKINT BUT HE HAD SENSE
ENGELS LENT HIM THE NECESSARY PENCE
WHAT HAVE WE GOT? YEH-O, MAGNIFICENCE!
LUTHER KING AND MAHATMA GANDHI
WENT TO THE PARK TO CHECK ON THE GAME
BUT THEY WAS MURDERED BY THE OTHER TEAM
WHO WENT ON TO WIN 5O-NIL
YOU CAN BE TRUE, YOU CAN BE FALSE
YOU BE GIVEN THE SAME REWARD
SOCRATES AND MILHOUS NIXON
BOTH WENT THE SAME WAY – THROUGH THE KITCHEN
PLATO THE GREEK OR RIN TIN TIN
WHO'S MORE FAMOUS TO THE BILLION MILLIONS?
NEWS FLASH: VACUUM CLEANER SUCKS UP BUDGIE
OOOOHH...BUB-BYE
MAGNIFICENCE!!
FUCKING LONG, INNIT?
Midnight Log
Tom :G
G
Working for the devil
Em
You'll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him
Down among the racks'
You don't believe in him
But he can wait for you
A G
You do his work so fine
Em
He'll remember you
B D E(high)
He'll remember you
G(high) E(high) 2x
Worried for my friend
As he shows me round the flat
Where I don't wanna find him
His lips an' eyelids black
He don't believe my speech
That lines can and should be drawn
Lke if he had a shotgun
The barrels would be sawn
The barrels would be sawn
Swallowed by the river
Swollen by the rains
That leakin' ol' computer
Of fingerprints and names
Swimming in the river
That floods the neighborhood
I would call to you
But it would do no good
But it would do no good
Voting for the law
That's the general occupation
First comes the public safety
Second comes the nation
You won't believe me now
But there's been some illumination
The wisest cops have realized
They fucked the operation
Cooking up the books
A respected occupation
The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations
They don't believe in crime
They don't know that it exists
But to understand
What's right and wrong
The lawyers work in shifts
The lawyers work in shifts
(little solo bit here.)
(Just jam around 12th fret on B and E strings)
'N speaking of the devil
He ain't been seen for years
'Cept every 20 mins
He zooms between me ears
I don't believe in books
But I read all the time
For ciphers to the riddles
An' reasons to the rhymes
(Let E ring and some feedback)
One More Time
Tom :Em
Em D Em D/F#
Must I get a witness? for all this misery
Em D Em D/F#
There's no need to, brothers everybody can see
Em D
That its one more time in the ghetto you know
Em D/F#
One more time if you please now
Em D
One more time to the dying man
Em D/F#
They say one more time if you please
The old lady kicks karate
For just a little walk down the street
The little baby he knows kung fu
He tries it on those he meets
Cos its a one more time!
You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty
Watch when Watts town burns again
The bus goes to Montgomery
Cos it's a one more time in the ghetto
One more time if you please
One more time for the dying man
One more time to be free
Police And Thieves
Tom: G
G Am
Police and thieves in the streets
Oh yeah!
G Am
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
G Am
Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah!
G Am
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
G Am
From Genesis to Revelation
G Am
The next generation will be hear me
G Am
From Genesis to Revelation
G Am
The next generation will be hear me
B A B
And all the crowd come in day by day
A
No one stop it in anyway
B A
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
C D
Hear what I say
Guitar Solo
E--7---7----5---3---0---3----5----0-----------
B--------------------------------------5------
G---------------------------------------------
D---------------------------------------------
A---------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------
E--7---7---5----3---0-------------------------
B----------------------3--5-----3-5-3-5-3-5--3
G---------------------------------------------
D---------------------------------------------
A---------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------
E--7--7----5----3-----8--8---7----5--3--------
B---------------------------------------------
G---------------------------------------------
D---------------------------------------------
A---------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------
E--H--5---7-----7----5------------------------
B--------------------------8--10--12---15--12-
G---------------------------------------------
D---------------------------------------------
A---------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------
Vocal ad lib
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Scaring, fighting the nation
Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition
G Am
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Here come, here come, here come
The station is bombed
Get out get out get out you people
If you don't wanna get blown up
Vocal ad lib
Pressure Drop
Tom: G
G D C G
It is you, oh yeah
G D C G
It is you, oh yeah
G
I said a pressure drop,
D
Oh pressure
C G
Oh pressure's gonna drop on you
G
I said pressure drop
D
Oh pressure
C G
Oh pressure's gonna drop on you
G
I said when it drops
D
Oh you gonna feel it
C G
Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong
G
Now when it drops
D
Oh you gonna feel it
C G
Oh that you were doin' it wrong and how
I said when it drops
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' it wrong
Now when it drops, drops
Oh you gonna feel it
That you've been doin' wrong
I said when it drops, drops
Feel it
Oh you better move
Now when it drops, drop
Feel it
That you've been it doin' wrong
I said, pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
The Prisoner
Tom: A
A D A
THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI
G Bm
NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION
D A
WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN
G Bm A
AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS
G F#m
SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY
G F#m
SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE
G F#m D
HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS
A
AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT
JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD
IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD
THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY
SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE
AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH
JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE
AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR
WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE!
A D (n.c) D
AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT
G
AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT
D A
AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN
G
I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN
D Bm G
I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER
D Bm G A
I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER
THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN
SELLING REVOLUTION
THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP
WITH SELF-DISILLUSION
YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP
YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN
YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS
AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM
Protex Blue
Tom: D
D
STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR
D
GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR
D
MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT
D
OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT
C G
I DIDN’T WANT TO HOLD YOU
C G
I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU
Em F
PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE
Em F G C
ALL I WANNA DO
IT’S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL
BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL
IT’S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL
BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILL
SITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO
EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU
ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME
I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE
C G
I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU
C G
I DIDN’T WANT TO USE YOU
Em F
PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE
Em F G C
ALL I WANNA DO
C G F G F G C
DO OOH OOH JOHNNY, JOHNNY
Revolution Rock
Tom: B
Intro: B C#m B C#m
B
Revolution rock
C#m
it is a brand new rock
B C#m
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
B
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
C#m
An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle
B
I have got the sharpest knife, so I cut the biggest slice
C#m
But I've got no time to do battle
B F# E
Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
B
Brand new beat
F#
This here music mash up the nation
E B
This here music cause a sensation
F# E Tell
your ma, tell your pa, everything's gonna be all right
B F#
Can't you feel it? Don't ignore it
E E C#m E
Gonna be Al-ri-i-ight
B C#m
Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock
B C#m
So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide
And you poured your beer in me hat
With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation street
And I ai't got no time for that
Everybody smash up your seat and rock to this brand new beat
This here music mash up the nation
This here music cause a sensation
Tell your mama tell your pa,
Everythings gonna be alright
Rock The Casbah
Tom: A7
A7 Em7
Now, the king told the boogie men,
G7 Dm7
you have to let that raga drop.
A7 Em7
The oil down the desert way
G7 Dm7
has been shaking to the top.
A7 Em7
The sheik he drove his cadillac
G7 Dm7
he went a cruisin down the ville.
A7 Em7
The Muezzin was a standing
Fmaj7
On the radiator grille.
chorus:
Dm7 A7 G7
Shareef don't like it.
Em7 Fmaj7 Em7 A7
Rock the Casbah. Rock the Casbah.
Dm7 A7 G7
Shareef don't like it.
Em7 Fmaj7 Em7 A7
Rock the Casbah. Rock the Casbah.
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound.
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound.
But the Bedouin, they brought out the electric camel drum.
The local guitar picker got his guitar picking thumb.
As soon as the Shareef had cleared the square,
They began to wail.
Chorus
Now over at the temple
Oh, they really pack em in.
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing.
But as the wind changed direction
and the temple band took five
The crowd got a whiff
Of that crazy casbah jive.
Chorus
The king called up his jet fighters,
He said, you better earn your pay.
Drop your bombs down between the minarets
Down the casbah way.
As sson as the Shareef was chauffered out of there,
The jet pilote tuned to the cockpit radio blare.
As soon as the Shareef was outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed.
Chorus to extro.
Safe European Home
Tom: E
E A B
Well I just got back and I wish I never leave now (Where'd ya go?)
E A B
Who dat Martian arrival over at the airport, yeah?
E A B
How many local dollars for a local anesthetic?
E A B
The johnny on the corner was-a very sympathetic
Chorus:
F#m C#
I went to the place where every white face
A B
is an invitation to robbery
F#m C# A
An' sitting here in my safe european home
B E
Don't wanna go back there again
[with above verse progression]
Wasn't I lucky and wouldn't it be loverly?
Send us all cards, have a laying in on Sunday.
I was there for two weeks, so how come I never tell now?
That natty dread drink in the Sheraton Hotel, yeah.
[Chorus again]
1st break: G#m A E F#m B A B A G#m A (B) E
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oooh-Oh
[verse progression again]
They got the sun, they got the palm trees
They got the weed, they got the taxis.
Whoa, the harder they come, the home of ol' Blue Beat.
I'd stay and be a tourist, but I can't take the gun play.
[Chorus again]
Sex Mad Roar/War
Tom: F#m
F#m E F#m
Going to a party/ Never made it to the party/ she's gone
F#m E F#m
Going to a party/ Never made it to the party/ she's gone
B5
Walking here from there
D5
Never made it here
C#5/F#m-C#5/F#m
she's gone
F#m E B5
Walk right out of that ditch/ It's a Sex Mad War
Chorus
B-B B/Bb/A F#m (add Chuck Berry leads)
That's the Sex Mad War
B-B B/Bb/A
That's the Sex Mad War
First bridge
F#5-B5/ F#5-B5/F#5
F#m E F#m
Riding on a train/Exploding in his brain/ it's a citizen
F#m E F#m
Walking here and there/ And sitting in a chair/ it's a citizen
B5 D5
C#5/F#m-C#5/F#m
Looking in his eyes/ She doesnt realize/ who's sitting there
F#m E B5
He's gonna leap right out of that ditch/ It's a SexMad War
Chorus
B-B B/Bb/A F#m
That's the Sex Mad War
B-B B/Bb/A F#m
That's the Sex Mad War
2nd Bridge
Em/F#5/A5/F#5
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Em/F#5/B
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Em/F#5/A5/F#5
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B/Bb/A
Repeat first verse
Repeat chorus
Repeat 1st bridge
Something About England
Tom: C
C F
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
Dmsus2 Am
Of the respected gentlemen
F
They say it would be wine an' roses
D C
If England were for Englishmen again
C
Well I saw a dirty overcoat
Am
At the foot of the pillar of the road
G7
Propped inside was an old man
Am
Whom time would not erode
C
When the night was snapped by sirens
Am
Those blue lights circled fast
G7
The dancehall called for an' ambulance
Am
The bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceiling
While roaming the single room
I thought the old man could help me
If he could explain the gloom
You really think it's all new
You really think about it too
The old man scoffed as he spoke to me
I'll tell you athing or two
C F
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
Am Em Am
But not the sorrow afterwards
Dm F
With my father dead and my mother ran off
C G
My brothers took the pay of hoods
The twenties turned the north was dead
The hunger strike came marching south
At the garden party not a word was said
The ladies lifted cake to their mouths
C
The next war began and my ship sailed
Am
With battle orders writ in bed
G7
In five long years of bullets and shells
Am
We left tem million dead
C
The few returned to old Piccadily
Am
We limped around Leicster Square
G7
The world was busy rebuilding itself
Am
The architects could not care
But how could we know when I was young
All the canges that were to come?
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
And now the terror of the scientific sun
There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs
They taught you how to touch your cap
But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace
England never closed this gap
C F
So leave me now the moon is up
Am Em Am
But remember all the tales I tell
Dm F
The memories that you have dredged up
C
Are on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now deserted
The gangs had trudged off home
The lights clicked off in the bedsits
An' old England was all alone
Spanish Bombs
Tom: A
Intro:
A F#m C#m Bm Dm A F#m C#m Bm Dm
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>A F#m C#m Bm
>Spanish Bombs in Andalusia
> Dm
>The shooting sites in the days of '39
>A F#m C#m
>Oh, please leave the vendetta open
>Bm Dm
>Federico Lorca is dead and gone
>A F#m C#m
>Bullet Holes in the cemetary walls
>Bm Dm
>.The black cars of the Guardia Civil
>A F#m C#m
>Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
>Bm Dm
>I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight
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Chorus:
A F#m C#m/E
Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito
F#m C#m/E G/D
Yo te querda Oh ma corazon
A F#m C#m/E
Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito
F#m C#m/E G/D
Yo te quirro oh ma corazon
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died up on the hill
They sang the red flag, they wore th black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotel
My senorita's nose was nipped in the bud
Chorus
The hillsides ring with,"Free the people"
Or can I hear the echoes from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets, the ragged armies
Fixin' bayonets, to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight
Chorus :add at end...
A F#m C#m/E F#m C#m/E
Spanish songs in Andalusia, Mandalina
G/D
Oh my corazon
A F#m C#m/E F#m C#m/E
Spanish songs in Granada
G/D A F#m Bm7 Dm A
Oh my corazon
Stay Free
Tom: G
Intro: G C Bm Am G C/G Bm/G Am/G
G Bm D
WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL
G C Bm D
NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN’T FOOLS
Am G
THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB
Em
WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN
C
WE PISS ON EVERYONE
G C/G
IN THE CLASSROOM
Bm/G Am/G G C/G Bm/G Am/G
WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS
AN' WEEKENDS WE’D GO DANCING
DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS
YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH
GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS
PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT
SMOKIN’ MENTHOL
I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM
YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT
MOVE
GO ON A NICKING SPREE
HIT THE WRONG GUY
EACH OF YOU GET THREE
YEARS IN BRIXTON
I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE
HOW WAS BUTLINS?
WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT?
WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT
WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN
WE’LL BURN IT FUCKIN’ DOWN
TO A CINDER
G E
COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED
C D
AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO
B E
I’LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT
C G
WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME
B E
AN' I’LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE
C G
'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE
B E
AN’ IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT
C G
HAVE A DRINK ON ME
C9 B7 AM G
BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE
(Outro) G C Bm Am
The outro occurs after the final lyrics and vamping of the G note on the low E:
E--3-3-3-3-3-3-3--0-0---repeat several times until the sweet outro kicks in.
slide h p slide
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A---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
h p h p slide
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slide then it fades out with some add lib soloing.
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E---------------------------------------------
Three Card Trick
Tom: A
Intro Riff
E--------------------------------------------------------
B--------------------------------------------------------
G--------------------------------------------------------
D--------------------------------------------------------
A---------------------------7--7--9--7--9--7----5--4-----
E-10/5--5--7--5--7--5------------------------------------
(repeat a second time but without the slide)
Verse 1
A E D E
Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years
A E D E
Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again
A E D E
Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion
A E D E
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
Chorus 1
A D E D A D E D
You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
A D E D A D E D
You won't fall for that just like your mommy and your daddy did
Verse 2
A E D E
Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again
A E D E
And who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather
A E D E
>From a chain gang to the mill the mill that sits on top of the hill
A E D E
The fog drowned towns are gonna have to fade the wrong side of the a scissor blade
Chorus 2
A D E D A D E D
You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
A D E D A D E D
You won't fall for that just like your mommy & your daddy did
A D E D A D E D
I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick
A D E D A D E D
They own the pack while we play the three card trick, Go!
(play the intro riff again)
(then play verse 1 again)
(then play chorus 2 again)
Outro (some of the lyrics in the outro are ad-lib)
A D E D
Don't you remember the place
A D E D
Where we hid the ace?
A D E D
Yeah not thick but slick
A D E D
Now we all gotta play the three card trick!
Tommy Gun
Tom: E
E
(Drum roll) (four times)
A C#m D A E
TOMMY GUN – HE AIN'T HAPPY LESS HE GOT ONE
A C#m D
TOMMY GUN – HE AIN’T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP
A
JUST FOR FUN
D A
MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE – FOR THE MONEY
D A
MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL – FOR HIS COUNTRY
D A E
WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE’S GONNA GET IT!
TOMMY GUN – YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A
CUSTOM RUN
TOMMY GUN – WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM
COME
AN’ WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT ON THE NINE
O’CLOCK NEWS
STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU’RE GONNA GET IT
TOMMY GUN – YOU’LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON
TOMMY GUN – BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN
EVERYONE?
I CAN SEE IT’S KILL OR BE KILLED
A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!
TOMMY GUN – YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE
TOMMY GUN – I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM
PAGE ONE
I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS
AN’ GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU’RE GONNA GET IT!
B E A B (twice)
B E A B E A B
OK SO LET'S AGREE ABOUT THE PRICE
B E A/F# B
BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT’S YOUR GAME
E A/F# B
KINGS AN’ QUEENS AN’ GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME
E A/F# B
I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE
E A/F#
AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP, THEN THE SAME GOES
B B
FOR LIFE!
Train In Vain
Tom: D
Intro riff:
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D A A D A A
You say you stand by your man
D A A D A A
Tell me something I don't understand
D Bm
You said you loved me, and that's a fact
D A A D A A
The you left me, said you felt trapped
D A
Well, some things you can't explain away
Bm D
But the heartache's with me till this day
D A A
You didn't stand by me
D A A
No, not at all
D A A
You didn't stand by me
D A A
No way
All the times when we were close
I'll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumblin' down
I can't be happy without you around
So alone, I keep the wolves at bay
And there's only one thing I can say
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
A F#m Bm D A A D A A
You must expla-a-a-ain why this must be
A F#m Bm D A A D A A
Did you li-i-i-ie when you spoke to me?
D A A D A A
Did you stand be me? No, not at all
Now I got a job, but it don't pay
I need new clothes, I need somewhere to stay
But without all of these things I can do
But without your love, I won't make it through
But you don't understand my point of view
I suppose there nothing I can do
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Intro riff again]
Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)
Tom: A
(The Clash)
A D A
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks
D F#m
Reality estates that the hero's got
Bm G
And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock
A A
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?
A D
You can piss in the lifts which have broken down
F#m A/E D
You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
F#m D D/E A D F#m D
We're invisible here just past midnight
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
A giant pipe organ up in the air
You can't live in a home which should not have been built
By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt
When the wind hits this building this building it tilts
One day it will surely fall to the ground...
Fear is just another commodity here
They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear
A bang on the door resoundingly clear
Who would really want to move in here?
The children play faraway, the corridors are bare
This room is a cage its like captivity
A D
How can anyone exist in such misery?
D A D A D Bm G
It has been said not only here
A D
"Allianza dollars are spent
A D
To raise the towering buildings
A D
For the weary bones of the workers
Bm G A
To go back in the morning
To be strong in the morning"
A D A D A D Bm G
Tablature Page| Sandinista!| London's
Washington Bullets
Tom :E
(The Clash)
E
Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
E
Your children are playing in that street again
E
Don't you know what happened down there?
E
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
E
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
E
The killing clowns, the blood money men
B6 A6 B6 E
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es Verdas - those Washington Bullets again
E
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
E
Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun,
E
For Castro is a colour, Is a redder than red,
E
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
B6 A6
For Castro is the colour...
B6 E
...That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
B6 A6 B6 E
Sandinista!
What's My Name
Tom: B
B
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?
F D
I'M NOT WHO I WANT TO BE
B
I TRIED SPOT CREAM AN’ I TRIED IT ALL
F# D
I'M CRAWLING UP THE WALL!
E F# G A E F# G A E F# G A B
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
I TRIED TO JOIN A PING-PONG CLUB, SIGN ON THE DOOR
SAID ALL FULL UP!
I GOT NICKED, FIGHTING IN THE ROAD AN' THE JUDGE
DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT’S MY NAME
D
DAD GOT PISSED SO I GOT CLOCKED
A
COULDN’T HEAR THE TANNOY SO HE LOST THE LOT
D
OFFERS MUM A BRIBE THROUGH THE LETTER BOX
E
DRIVES YOU FUCKING MAD
WHAT’S MY NAME
NOW I'M ROUND THE BACK OF YOUR HOUSE AT NIGHT
PEEPING IN THE WINDOW – ARE YOU SLEEPING TIGHT?
I LAUGH AT YOUR LOCKS WITH MY CELLOID STRIP
AN' YOU WON’T KNOW WHO CAME
E F# G A E F# G A E F# G A B
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
E F# G A E F# G A E F# G A Bsus4 B E
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
White Man In Hammersmith Palais
Tom: A
Intro: A E G A G A
A E C#m D
Midnight to six, man
A E C#m D
for the first time from Jamaica
A E F#m D
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
A E A
Delroy Wilson, cool operator
A E C#m D
Ken Boothe, U.K. pop reggae
A E C#m D
with backing bands sound systems.
A E F#m D
If they got anything to say,
A E A
there's many black ears here to listen
A
But it was Four Tops all night
E
With encores from stage right,
G A
charges from the base knives to the treble
G A
But on stage they ain't got no roots, rock, rebel.
G A E A E A E A E
On stage they ain't got no roots, rock, rebel.
'Cause it won't get you anywhere
Foolin' with your guns.
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons.
White youth, black youth,
Better find another solution.
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution.
Punk rockers of the U.K.,
They won't notice anyway.
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting.
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned.
They got Burton suits. Huh, you think it's funny
Turning rebelion into money.
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats.
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limosine anyway.
I'm the all-night, drug prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun.
I'm the white man in the Palais
A E A D
Who goes looking for fun
A E A D
I'm only looking for fun
A E A D
Oh, please mister, just leave me alone
A E A D
Cause I'm only looking for fun
A E A D
Looking looking looking for fun
A E A D
Looking looking looking for fun
A E A
_oh_.
Tablature Page
White Riot
Tom: A
A D A D
WHITE RIOT – I WANNA RIOT
A D D A
WHITE RIOT – A RIOT OF MY OWN
A D A D
WHITE RIOT – I WANNA RIOT
A D D A
WHITE RIOT – A RIOT OF MY OWN
G C
BLACK PEOPLE GOTTA LOT A PROBLEMS
G
BUT THEY DON'T MIND THROWING A BRICK
G D
WHITE PEOPLE GO TO SCHOOL
C G
WHERE THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO BE THICK
C
AN’ EVERYBODY’S DOING
A
JUST WHAT THEY’RE TOLD TO
C
AN' NOBODY WANTS
E
TO GO TO JAIL!
ALL THE POWER’S IN THE HANDS
OF PEOPLE RICH ENOUGH TO BUY IT
WHILE WE WALK THE STREET'
TOO CHICKEN TO EVEN TRY IT
EVERYBODY’S DOING
JUST WHAT THEY'RE TOLD TO
NOBODY WANTS
TO GO TO JAIL!
ARE YOU TAKING OVER
OR ARE YOU TAKING ORDERS?
ARE YOU GOING BACKWARDS
OR ARE YOU GOING FORWARDS?
Wrong 'Em Boyo
Tom: E
E D
Stagger Lee met Billy and
C D
they got down to gambling
E
Stagger Lee throwed seven
D C
Billy said that he throwed eight
E D C D
So Billy said, "hey stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack
E D C
I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back
Start all over again!
Chord Progression for rest of Song
G 6x
C 2x
G 2x
D 2x
First Verse
G
Why do you try to cheat
and trample people under your feet
C
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat a trying man
G
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat a trying man
D
So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo
Second Verse
You lie steal and deciet
In such a small, small game
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat a trying man
Don't you know it is wrong
To Cheat a trying man
You'd better stop, It is the wrong em boyo
Third verse (Instrumental)
Fourth Verse
Billy Boy has been shot
and Stagger Lee's come out on top
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat a trying man
Don't you know it is wrong
To Cheat Stagger man
You'd better stop
It is the wrong em boyo
Fifth Verse
So you must start all over again,
all over again
You got to play it Billy play, you got to
play it, billy play
and you will find it is the right 'em boyo
Sixth Verse
But if you must lie and deceit
and trample people under your feet
Don't you know it's wrong
To cheat a trying man
You'd better stop
It is the wrong 'em boyo
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