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Goodbye yellow brick road

Höfundur lags: Elton John Sent inn af: Anonymous
[F]    [C]    [Dm]    [C]    [Bb]    [C7]    [F]    
[Gm]When are you gonna come [C7]down   
Wh[F]en are you going to l[Bb]and   
I s[Gm]hould have stayed on the f[C7]arm   
should have l[F]istened to my old man
You kn[Gm]ow you can't hold me for[C7]ever   
I d[F]idn't sign up with y[Bb]ou   
I'm n[Eb]ot a present for your f[C7]riends to open,
This b[F]oy's too young to be singing the [Bbm]blues..[Eb]. [Ab]    [C#]    [Bbm]    [C7]    

So go[F]odbye yellow brick ro[A7]ad   
Where the d[Bb]ogs of society h[F]ow  
You ca[D7]n't plant me in your p[Gm]enthouse
I'm g[C7]oing back to my pl[F]ough [A7]    
B[Dm]ack to the howling old o[A7]wl in the woods
H[Bb]unting the horny back to[C#]ad   
Oh! I've [F]finally de[Am/E]cided my f[Dm]utures [C]lies
B[Bb]eyond the [C7]yellow brick r[Bbm]oad     [Eb]    [Ab]    [C#]    [Bbm]    [C7]    [F]    

[Gm]What do you think you'll [C7]do then?
I [F]bet that'll shoot down your p[Bb]lane   
[Gm]I'll take you a couple of [C7]vodka and tonics
[F]To set you on your feet a[Bb]gain   
[Gm]Maybe you'll get a re[C7]placement
Ther's p[F]lenty like me to be [Bb]found
[Gm]Mongrels who a[C7]in't got a penny
[F]Sniffing for tit-bits like you on the gr[Bbm]ound [Eb]    [Ab]    [C#]    [Bbm]    [C7]    

So go[F]odbye yellow brick ro[A7]ad   
Where the d[Bb]ogs of society h[F]ow  
You ca[D7]n't plant me in your p[Gm]enthouse
I'm g[C7]oing back to my pl[F]ough [A7]    
B[Dm]ack to the howling old o[A7]wl in the woods
H[Bb]unting the horny back to[C#]ad   
Oh! I've [F]finally de[Am/E]cided my f[Dm]utures [C]lies
B[Bb]eyond the [C7]yellow brick r[Bbm]oad     [Eb]    [Ab]    [C#]    [Bbm]    [C7]    [F]    


When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open,
This boy's too young to be singing the blues...

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society how
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh! I've finally decided my futures lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then?
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
I'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
Ther's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tit-bits like you on the ground

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society how
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh! I've finally decided my futures lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

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