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From: Litgo@aol.com
Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 14:57:48 -0400
To: guitar@nevada.edu
Subject: CRD: Sea_And_Sand By: WHO
Sea and Sand
By the Who, From Quadrophenia, 1973. Written by Pete Townshend
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transcribed by
litgo@aol.com
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A2: x02200
C9: x32030
G/B: x20030
Fmaj7: 1x3210 (use thumb)
A/G: 3x22xx
Intro:
A2
A2
Here by the sea and sand nothing ever goes as planned,
D D E E
I just couldn't face going home
A Asus A
It was just a drag on my own.
A2
They finally threw me out, my mother got drunk on stout,
D D E E
My dad couldn't stand on two feet,
A Asus A
As he lectured about morality.
D E E
Now I guess the families complete,
G D
With me hanging 'round on the street
G A
Or here on the beach.
C9 G/B Am
The girl I love is a perfect dresser,
Fmaj7 Em D Dsus
Wears every fashion gets it to the tee.
C9 G/B Am
Heavens above, I got to match her
Fmaj7 Em D
She knows just how she wants her man to be
Dsus4 D G G
Leave it to me.
A A/G A A G D/A
My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
A A/G A A G D/A
Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck
A A/G A A G D/A
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
A A/G A A D/A
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.
I see her dance, across the ballroom
UV light making starshine of her smile.
I am the face, she has to know me,
I'm dressed up better than anyone within a mile.
So how come the other tickets look much better?
Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter.
How come the girls come on oh so cool
But yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool?
Come sleep on the beach, keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near I'm feeling so high with you here.
I'm wet and I'm cold but thank God I ain't old
Why didn't I ever say what I mean?
I should have split home at fifteen
There's a story that the grass is so green,
What did I see? Where have I been?
G D G A
Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand
D/A A A/G A A G D/A
D/A A G D/A
I'm the face if you want it...
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