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1. _ Shooting Star
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Alternate between the two. i left my guitar at home so here's an
Approximation of chord locations.
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A e d a
Johnny was a school boy when he heard his first beatles song
A e g a
Love me do, i think it was and from there it didn't take him long
Got himself a guitar, used to play every night
Now he's in a rock & roll outfit, and everything's all right
A e
Don't you know?
Johnny told his momma, hey momma i'm goin' away
I'm gonna hit the big time, gonna be a big star someday
Momma came to the door with a tear drop in her eye
Johnny said, don't cry momma smile & wave goodbye
Don't you know, yeah, yeah
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are
Johnny made a record, went straight up to number one
Suddenly everyone loved to hear him sing the song
Watching the world go by, surprisin' it goes so fast
Johnny looked around him and said, well, i made the big time at
Last
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know, woah yeah
Don't you know that you are a shooting star, yeah
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are, a shooting star
(guitar solo)
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know, ahhh
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
And all the world will love you just as long
As long as you are
Johnny died one night, died in his bed
Bottle of whiskey, sleepin' tablets by his head
Johnny's life passed him by like a warm summer day
If you listen to the wind, you can still hear him play
Woah...
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know, don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know
Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you know
Don't you know you are a shooting star
(improvise)
Na, na, na, na.. (to end) /pre>
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2. _ Easy To Be Hard
[c]how can people be so [a]heartless
[c]how can people be so [a}cruel
Easy to [d]be hard [em]
Easy to [d]be cold
[c]how can people have no [a]feelings
[c]how can they ignore their [a]friends
Easy to [d]be proud [em]
Easy to [d]say no
And[g] especially [d]people
Who[g] care about [d]strangers
Who [g]care about [d]evil and so[g]cial in[d]justice
[em]do you [a]only [em]care about the [a]bleeding crowd
[em]how [a]about a [d]needing friend
I [a7]need a [c]friend
[c]how can people be so [a]heartless
[c]you know i'm hung up [a]on you
Easy to [d]be proud [em]
Easy to [d]say no
And[g] especially [d]people
Who[g] care about [d]strangers
Who [g]care about [d]evil and so[g]cial in[d]justice
[em]do you [a]only [em]care about the [a]bleeding crowd
[em]how [a]about a [d]needing friend
I [a7]need a [c]friend
[c]how can people be so [a]heartless
[c]how can people be so [a]cruel
Easy to be [d]proud
Easy to say no
Easy to be cold
Easy to say no
Come on easy to get rich
Easy to say no
Much too easy to be cold
Easy to say no
Much too easy to say [bm]no
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3. _ Cowboy Song
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4. _ Son
H[d]ello mom, i'm f[g]ine
W[am]here the sun is d[g]ying
How's the w[d]eather 'ro[g]und my o[am]ld homet[g]own
You see no w[d]orry about my l[g]iving
S[am]ay that alls forg[g]iven
What's l[d]ost is bo[g]und to be fo[am]und [g]
-the rest is barred chords
[c] i hope you don't exp[d]ect to see [d]me[c#] [c]
Cause you know i'm very f[d]ar awa[d]y [c#] [c]
You know i really m[d]iss you [d] [c#]
But a m[g]ans got to make it on his o[a]wn someday
Soo[d]n she sends him g[g]reetings
'bout the s[am]chool civic m[g]eetings
Says she's d[d]oing we[g]ll-[am]in her ce[g]ll
Yeah, her b[d]rother won a r[g]ace now
And he's p[am]roud to show his fac[g]e now on the c[d]orner scen[g]e
And his p[am]aper doll drea[g]ms
[c]and me i guess i'm [d]living[d] [c#] [c]
Taking whats for the [d]living[d] [c#]
O[c]h mom, you d[d]o know [d]how
I re[c#]ally w[g]ish you could see whats [a]on my mind, yeah
Solo: [d], [g], [am], [g]
Yeah i g[d]uess its kinda l[g]onely
And i've b[am]een uptight for m[g]oney
But i'll m[d]ake it o[g]n my o[am]wn-staying h[g]igh
You seem up[d]set about the d[g]rugs and music
Y[am]es, i've finely f[g]ound my way-its [d]my way gonna get to fre[g]edom
You f[am]ailed with m[g]e
[c]someday you'll unders[d]tand all this [d] [c#] [c]
Just what it is i me[d]an to say[d] [c#] [c]
Just don't try to l[d]ove me[d] [c#]
[g]i don't want to see you h[a]urt this way
G[d]uess i'll be a g[g]oin'
Makes a g[am]uy afraid he's blo[g]win'-that's how mo[d]ney
Ki[g]lls,[am] somew[g]here
Solo: over [d], [g], [am], [g]
M[d]om, i cannot m[g]ail this
And l[am]et you know i've f[g]ailed
Its just not r[d]ight someho[g]w [am]
Oh n[g]o, i rather l[d]et you think i'm d[g]ead
Then h[am]ung on drugs inst[g]ead
I'm dying a[d]nyho[g]w-and its t[am]oo late no[g]w
[c]i guess there's a mo[d]ral so[d]mewh[c#]ere [c]
But i can't seem to th[d]ink just no[d]w [c#] [c]
If i had to do it o[d]ver [d] [c#] [g]
I guess i'd change the tr[a]ial somehow
Lor[d]d its really [g]hell
When you're l[am]iving in a s[g]pell
And n[d]othings li[g]ke it se[am]ems
In a co[g]caine dr[d]eam
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5. _ Backstreet Girl
pre>g am7 g
I don't want you to be high
D am7 g
I don't want you to be down
G am7 g
Don't want to tell you no lies
D am7 g
Just want you to be a-round
Am e7 am
Please come right up to my ears
Bm c g d
You will be able to hear what i say
G am7 g
Don't want you out in my world
D am g
Just you be my backstreet girl
G am7 g
Please don't be part of my life
D am7 g
Please keep your-self to your-self
G am7 g
Please don't you bother my wife
D am7 g
That way you won't get no help
Am e7 am
Don't try to ride on my horse
Bm c g d
You're rather common and coarse any-way
G am7 g
Don't want you out in my world
D am g
Just you be my backstreet girl
G am7 g
Please don't call me at home
D am7 g
Please don't come come knocking at night
G am7 g
Please never ring on the phone
D am7 g
Your manners are never quite right
Am e7 am
Please take the favors i grant
Bm c g d
Curtsy and look noncha-lant just for me
G am7 g
Don't want you part of my world
D am7 g
Just you be my backstreet girl
Par }
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