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Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves
Tom: Am
Verse 1:
               
               Am                     C
        I was born in the wagon of a traveling show
            Dm                         F
        My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
         C             Em      Am
        Papa'd do whatever he could
         Dm                      F
        Preach a little gospel
         G                            C
        Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good
Chorus:
        Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
        Gypsies, tramps and thieves
            Fmaj7              C           Fmaj7          C
        We'd hear it from the people of the town, they'd call us
        Fmaj7 C   Fmaj7        C
        Gypsies, tramps and thieves
        Am                       G                F
        But every night all the men would come around
                            [1,3: Am   2: Dm C  Dm C; to bridge]
        And lay their money down
Verse 2:
               Am                     C
        Picked up a boy this side of Mobile
            Dm                         F
        Gave him a ride, fed him with a hot meal
         C          Em      Am
        I was 16, he was 21
         Dm                F
        Rode with us to Memphis
         G                                  C
        And Papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done
        [chorus]
Bridge:
        Dm         C                Dm        C
        Never had schoolin' but he taught me well
                  Dm      C       Dm    C
        With his smooth Southern style
         Dm            C         Dm       C
        Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
              Dm            C        Fmaj7
        And I haven't seen him for a while
                                 Cmaj7     Fmaj7
        I haven't seen him for a while
Verse 3:
              Am                     C
        She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
            Dm                         F
        Her mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
         C          Em           Am
        Grandpa'd do whatever he could
         Dm                F
        Preach a little gospel
         G                                  C
        Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good

 

Walking in Memphis
Tom: F
Intro: C/G
[F]Put [G]on my [C]blue suede [Am]shoes and I[F] board[G]ed the pl[C]ane[Am]
[F]Touched down in the [G]land of the [C]Delta [Am]Blues
[F]In the middle of the [G]pouring [C]rain [Am]
[F] W[G].C. [C]Handy, [Am][F]won't you look down [G]over [C]me?  [Am]
[F]Yeah, I got a [G]first cl[C]ass ticket [Am]
But I'm a[F]s blue as a [G]boy can b[C]e...
{c:Chorus}
{start_of_chorus}
Then I'm wal[Am]king in Mem[F]phis,  [G]        [C]
[Am]I was walking with my [F]feet ten [G]feet off [C]Beale,
[Am]Walking in Mem[F]phis,  [G] [C]
[Am]But do I really [F]feel the [G]way I feel?  [Gsus]  [C/G]
{end_of_chorus}
[F]Saw the [G]ghost of [C]Elvis[Am] on[F] [G]Union ave[C]nue[Am],
[F]Followed him [G]up to the [C]gates of [Am]Graceland
Then I [F]watched him [G]walk right [C]through[Am]
Now, se[F]curity they [G]did not [C]see him[Am]
They just[F] hovered a[G]round his[C] tomb[Am].
But there's a [F]pretty little [G]thing [C]waiting for the [Am]King
[F]Down in the [G]jungle [C]room
{c:Chorus}
{c:Bridge}
{start_of_chorus}
           [Csus]       [C]     [Csus]  [C]
They've got[Csus] gospel in the [C]air  [Csus]  [C]
And Reverend Green [E7]be glad to [F]see you
When you hav[F#dim]en't got a [G7]prayer        [C/G]   [C]
But boy you got a prayer in Mem[F]phis...[G]    [C]     [Am]
{end_of_chorus}
[F]Now, Muriel [G]plays pi[C]ano[Am] [F]every [G]friday at the [C]Holly[Am]wood
[F]And they [G]brought me down to [C]see her[Am]
[F]And they [G]asked me if I[C] would[Am]
[F]Do a [G]little [C]number[Am]
And I[F] sang with [G]all my [C]might[Am]
She said "[F]Tell me, are [G]you a [C]Christian, [Am]child?"
And I said "[F]Ma'am, I [G]am ton[C]ight."
{c:Chorus}
[F]Put [G]on my [C]blue suede [Am]shoes and I [F]board[G]ed the plane [C] [Am]
[F]Touched down in the [G]land of the [C]Delta [Am]Blues
[F]In the middle of the [G]pouring [C]rain [Am]
[F]Touched down in the [G]land of the [C]Delta [Am]Blues
[F]In the middle of the [G]pouring [C]rain [Am]
 
Believe
Tom: C
   C                Em           Am                      Em
1.    No matter how hard I try,      you keep pushing me aside.
           F                               G
    And I can't break through, there's no talking to you.
             C                                Em
    It's so sad that you're leaving, it takes time to believe it.
F                                    G
    But after all is said and done,      you're gonna be the lonely one.
 C             G                   F     Dm
     Do you believe in life after love ?
       C                G
I can feel something inside me say,
    F                         Dm      G
I really don't think you're strong enough now.   (2x)
  C                Em           Am                  Em
2.    What am I supposed to do,    sit around and wait for you.
            F                            G
    Well I can't do that,   and there's no turning back.
            C                         Em
    I need time to move on, I need a love to feel strong.
F
    'Cause I've got time to think it through,
G
    and maybe I'm too good for you.            + REFRAIN 
   Am                                      G
3.    Well I know that I'll get through this, 
Am                              G
    'cause I know that I am strong.
             F                         G
    I don't need you anymore, I don't need you anymore.
             F                             G
    I don't need you anymore, no, I don`t need you anymore.
+ REFRAIN   + REFRAIN ...   
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