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Beach Boys : Surfin' USA
1963

  1. Surfin' USA
  2. Farmer's Daughter
  3. Lonely Sea
  4. Shut Down

  5. Noble Surfer
  6. Lana
  7. Finders Keepers

Surfin' USA

Based on the music from Sweet Little Sixteen.
The piano demo is played one semitone higher, as are some live versions.
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If everybody had an ocean across the USA
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Then everybody'd be surfin' like Californ-i-a
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You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies, Huarachi sandals too
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A bushy bushy blonde hairdo, surfin' USA You'd catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar, Ventura County line Santa Cruz and Trestle, Australia's Narrabeen All over Manhattan, and down Doheny Way Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' USA We'll all be planning out a route we're gonna take real soon We're waxing down our surfboards, we can't wait for June We'll all be gone for the summer, we're on safari to stay Tell the teacher we're surfin', surfin' USA At Haggerty's and Swami's, Pacific Palisades San Onofre and Sunset, Redondo Beach LA All over La Jolla, at Waimea Bay Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' USA
Organ solo:
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Guitar solo:
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| Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' USA Everybody's gone surfin', surfin' USA

Farmer's Daughter

F
Bb
F
Bb
C7
I could come from miles away, ain't got no place to stay
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Bb
F
Dm
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C7
F
Glad to help you plow your fields, farmer's daughter
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Bb
F
Bb
C7
Might be just a couple of days, clean up rest and on my way
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Bb
F
Dm
Bb
C7
F
Thank you and I'm much obliged, farmer's daughter
Bb
F
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Bb
C7
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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Bb
F
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C7
So long better leave your land, many thanks it was mighty grand
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Dm
Bb
C7
F
I do hope to see you again, farmer's daughter
Bb
C7
F
Bb
C7
F
Oh oh farmer's daughter, oh oh farmer's daughter

Lonely Sea

Capo:
I
C
Bb
The lonely sea
Ab
G
The lonely sea
C
Bb
It never stops
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G
For you or me
Gm
F
It moves along
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Ab
G
From day to day
C
Bb
That's why my love
Ab
G
That's why my love
C
Bb
You'll never stay
Ab
G
You'll never stay
C
This pain in my heart
Em
These tears in my eyes
F
Please tell the truth
G
F
G
You're like the lonely sea, sea
C
Bb
Ab
G
Lonely sea lonely sea
C
Bb
Ab
G
Lonely sea lonely sea

Shut Down

Capo:
I
A
Cm
D
G
D
Tach it up, tach it up, buddy gonna shut you down
G
It happened on the strip where the road is wide Two cool shorts standin' side by side
C
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
G
We're revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
A
Cm
D
G
D
Tach it up, tach it up, buddy gonna shut you down
G
Declinin' numbers at an even rate At the count of one we both accelerate
C
Yeah my Stingray is light the slicks are startin' to spin
G
But the four-thirteen's really diggin' in
A
Cm
D
G
Gotta be cool now, power shift here we go
C
The super-stock Dodge is windin' out in low
G
But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go
C
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
G
D
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much |
C
C
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C
C
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D
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Pedals to the floor hear his dual quads drink And now the four-thirteen's lead is startin' to shrink
C
He's hot with ram induction but it's understood
G
I got a fuel injected engine sittin' under my hood
A
Cm
D
G
Shut it off, shut it off, buddy now I shut you down
A
Cm
D
G
Shut it off, shut it off, buddy now I shut you down

Noble Surfer

G
C
G
Noble surfer, the number one man
C
F
The surfers call him "Noble" and that's just what he is
G
C
He's dedicated to the mighty sea
C
F
Surfin' night and day never twice in one spot
G
C
He's somethin' you and I would like to be
G
Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin')
C
He's the number one man (he's movin'), noble (he's movin')
G
Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin')
C
G
He's the number one man (he's movin') He's not afraid of body whomping ten feet or more He never backs away from a swell Hurachis on his feet bushy hair on his head And where he's going he'd never tell Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin') He's the number one man (he's movin'), noble (he's movin') Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin') He's the number one man (he's movin')
Solo
Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin') He's the number one man (he's movin'), noble (he's movin') Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin') He's the number one man (he's movin') A surfin' Casanova with his customized board A Woody and his dirty white jeans He takes his choice of honeys up and down the coast The finest surfer yet to make the scene Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin') He's the number one man (he's movin'), noble (he's movin') Noble (ain't joshin'), surfer (ain't joshin') He's the number one man (he's movin')

Lana

D
G
Lana, Lana, oh Lana dear
A
G
D
A
Please come along with me
D
G
We'll go, we'll go so far away
A
G
D
A
So happy we will be
D
G
I'll show, I'll show you another world
A
G
D
Alone with silver and gold
G
C
D
C
G
A
D
G
Don't dear, please don't don't be afraid
A
G
D
A
It's heaven I've been told
D
G
Lana, Lana, oh Lana dear
A
G
D
A
Please come along with me
D
G
Lana, Lana, oh Lana dear
A
G
D
Please come along with me

Finders Keepers

D
I kicked out of the surf and stuck my board in the sand And then up in my Woody to a hamburger stand
G
D
And when I got back my nine five board was gone
E
She said yeah she said
A
Finders keepers (finders keepers)
E
Losers weepers (losers weepers)
A
Finders keepers (finders keepers)
E
B
D
A
Finders keepers, losers weepers I saw a Hodaddy paddlin' out by the pier Well he must've got my board 'cause mine isn't here But I know how to fix him I'll just raise that meatball flag He said yeah he said Finders keepers (finders keepers) Losers weepers (losers weepers) Finders keepers (finders keepers) Finders keepers, losers weepers He took off on a swell when he saw the flag He's just a crazy Hodaddy pullin' some kind of gag He went over the falls and now my board's coming back to me I said yes I said