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ãðóïïà Elton John, Àêêîðäû ïåñíè Bitter Fingers

Ãðóïïà: Elton John - äðóãèå àêêîðäû (148),   îá èñïîëíèòåëå (1 ñòàòåé),   äèñêè (29),   ôîòîãðàôèè (16)
Àêêîðäû ïåñíè: Bitter Fingers
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Ïðèñëàë: squire (cailinsquires@yahoo.ie)




    
Bitter Fingers
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the Album Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy
A
A                   E        F#m            F#m/G#    A  D/B
I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the          clubs
Bm    A/C#  D      Esus4         A/G                D/F#    E
And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up
A                                    E          F#m          F#m/G#   A  D/B
And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the         pubs
Bm      A/C#          D          D/B       Esus4    D/E
When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney
Oh could you knock a line or two together for a friend
Sentimental tear inducing with a happy end
And we need a tune to open our season at Southend
                    Esus4  G  C/E  Cm/Eb  C/E
Can you help us
F                                     C/G   G
It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers
C                                  Am          Amb5 Am  F
So much to prove, so few to tell you why
                                    C/G             G
Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing
            C                                    Am            Amb5 Am Dm 
At the keyboard player's hollow haunted eyes
                                         C/E It seems to me a change is really needed F                                   C/G      Cm/F#  C/G  F I'm sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das                                           C/G            G No more long days hacking hunks of garbage            C                                   E                    E7 Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars A                         E       F#m             F#m/G#    A  D/B I like the warm blue flame, the hazy heat it             brings Bm          A/C#  D Esus4         A/G              D/F#    E It loosens up     the muscles and forces you to sing Bm                A/C#  D      Esus4                    A/G              D/F#    E You know it's just another hit and run from the tin pan alley twins A                                  E         F#m               F#m/G#    A                 D/B And there's a chance that one day you might write a           standard lads Bm                  A/C#  D Esus4           A/G                            D/F#    E So churn them out         quick and fast and we'll still pat your backs A                            E             F#m              F#m/G#    A                 D/B `Cause we need what we can get to launch another      dozen acts Bm A/C# D D/B  Esus4         G  C/E  Cm/Eb  C/E Are                   you working  








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