Bowie David - London Boys, аккорды

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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 13:47:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: toomey 
Subject: b/bowie_david/london_boys.crd

What a pretty song!

F                Dm
(A) bell strikes, another night
     Eb                      Cm
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache
F                          Dm
You've bought some coffee, butter and bread
    Eb                            Cm
You can't make a thing, 'cause the meter's dead
       F             Ab
You've moved away
            F                       Ab
Told you're folks you're gonna stay away
Eb                   Ab
Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff Street
    F                              Eb
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet
Bbm                Ab
Somebody shows you 'round.
Db                 Ab
Now you've met the London Boys
Db
Things seem good again
B   E   Gb          Fm   F
Someone cares about you

       F                   Dm
Oh the first time that you try a pill
    Eb                       Cm
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
       F                      Dm
You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose face
   Eb                           Cm
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace
         F             Ab
With the London Boys
         F             Ab
With the London Boys
       Eb                      Ab
You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown
       F                                  Eb
In the month you've been away from you're parent's home
    Bbm                Ab
You take the pills too much
    Db                          Ab
You don't give a damn about the job you've got
   Db                    B  E   Gb    Fm   F
So long as your with the London Boys
      F                Dm
Ohh a London Boy, oo a London Boy
     Eb                      Cm
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy
  G                 Em
A London Boy, yes a London Boy
       F                           D
You're crying out loud that your a London Boy
    A                  Gbm
You think you've had a lot of fun
        G                      Em
But you ain't got nothing your on the run
     E                          Dbm
It's too late now 'cause you're out there boy
       Gb                   A
You've got it made with the rest of the toys
E                        Dbm
Now you wish you'd never left your home
       Gb                             A
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own
         Db     Gb     B
With the London Boys
Ab                 Db     Gb     B
Now you've met the London Boys
Ab                 Db     Gb     B
Now you've met the London Boys
Ab                 Db     Gb     B
Now you've met the London Boys