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