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Elton John : Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
1973

  1. Candle In The Wind
  2. Bennie And The Jets
  3. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
  4. This Song Has No Title
  5. Grey Seal
  6. Sweet Painted Lady
  7. The Ballad Of Danny Bailey (1909-34)
  8. Dirty Little Girl
  9. Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting

Candle In The Wind

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B
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B7
-
E
-
B7
|
E
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B
|
E
A
Goodbye Norma Jean, though I never knew you at all
B7
E
A
E
A
You had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled
E
A
They crawled out of the woodwork, and they whispered into your brain
E
Esus4
A
They set you on the treadmill, and they made you change your name
B
E
A
And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind
E
Esus4
E
B
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
A
C#m
And I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid
B
A
A
A
G#m
F#m
E
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did
E
A
Loneliness was tough, the toughest role you ever played
B7
E
A
E
A
Hollywood created a superstar, and pain was the price you paid
E
A
Even when you died, oh the press still hounded you
E
Esus4
A
All the papers had to say was that Marilyn was found in the nude
B
E
A
And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind
E
Esus4
B
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
A
C#m
And I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid
B
A
A
A
G#m
F#m
E
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did
E
A
Goodbye Norma Jean, though I never knew you at all
B7
E
A
E
A
You had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled
E
A
Goodbye Norma Jean, from the young man in the 22nd row
B7
E
A
E
A
G#m7
F#m7
Who sees you as something as more than sexual, more than just our Marilyn Monroe
B
E
A
And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind
E
Esus4
B
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
A
C#m
And I would have liked to have known you but I was just a kid
B
A
A
A
G#m
F#m
E
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did

Bennie And The Jets

Gmaj7
| |
Fmaj7
| |
Am7
D7
Hey kids, shake it loose together
G
G#dim
The spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather
Am7
D
Em
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight so stick around
Am
Bm
C
You're gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound
G
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet?
Am
C
Oh, but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
G
Am
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful, oh Bennie she's really keen
C
D
Em
Em7
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know I read it in a magazine
C
Bb/c
D
Gmaj7
Fmaj7
Oh-oh! Bennie and the Jets
Am7
D7
Hey kids, plug into the faithless
G
G#dim
Maybe they're blinded but Bennie makes them ageless
Am7
D
Em
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Am
Bm
C
Where we fight our parents out in the streets to find who's right and who's wrong Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet? Oh, but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful, oh Bennie she's really keen She's got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know I read it in a magazine Oh-oh! Bennie and the Jets
Gmaj7
| |
Fmaj7
| | Bennie! Bennie and the Jets!

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

F
C/e
Dm
F/c
Bb
F
C/e
F
Gm
Bb
C
/e
When are you gonna come down?
F
/a
Bb
When are you going to land?
Eb
Bb
C
/e
I should have stayed on the farm
F
I should have listened to my old man
Gm
Bb
C
/e
You know you can't hold me forever
F
/a
Bb
I didn't sign up for you
Eb
Bb
C
/e
I'm not a present for your friends to open
F
C
C/e
F
Db
Db
Eb
Eb
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
Ab
Cm/g
Fm
Ab/eb
Ah! ...
Fdim/b
C
C/e
Ah! ...
F
A
So goodbye yellow brick road
Bb
F
C/e
Where the dogs of society howl
D7
Gm7
/bb
You can't plant me in your penthouse
C
/e
F
C/e
I'm going back to my plough
Dm
A
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Bb
Db
Hunting the horny back toad
Db
C
F
C/e
Dm
F/c
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Bb
C7
Db
Db
Eb
Eb
Beyond the yellow brick road ...
Ab
Cm/g
Fm
Ab/eb
Ah! ...
Fdim/b
C
C/e
F
Ah! ...
Gm
Gm/bb
C
C/e
What do you think you'll do then
F
F/a
Bb
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
Eb
Bb
C
C/e
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
F
To set you on your feet again
Gm
Gm/bb
C
/e
Maybe you'll get a replacement
F
/a
Bb
There's plenty like me to be found
Eb
Bb
C
C/e
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
F
C
C/e
F
Db
Db
Eb
Eb
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
Ab
Cm/g
Fm
Ab/eb
Ah! ...
Fdim/b
C
C/e
Ah! ...
F
A
So goodbye yellow brick road
Bb
F
C/e
Where the dogs of society howl
D7
Gm7
/bb
You can't plant me in your penthouse
C
/e
F
C/e
I'm going back to my plough

This Song Has No Title

F
Dm
Am
Bb
F
Tune me in to the wild side of life
Bb
F
C
F
C/e
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Dm
Am
Bb
F
Take me to the garrets where the artists have died
Bb
A7
Dm
C
Dm
Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied
Dm
Am
Bb
F
Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
Bb
F
C
F
C/e
Light colored candles in dark dreary mines
Dm
Am
Bb
F
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
Bb
A7
Dm
C
Dm
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf
Bb
Eb
And each day I learn just a little bit more
Ab
Db
I don't know why but I do know what for
Bb
Eb7
Ab
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
Db
Gb
G
Bb/c
F/c
C
For this song's got no title just words and a tune
Dm
Am
Bb
F
Take me down alleys where the murders are done
Bb
F
C
F
C/e
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Dm
Am
Bb
F
Want to read books in the studies of men
Bb
A7
Dm
C
Dm
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
Dm
F/c
Bb
F
If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
Bb
F
C
F
I'd study my subject and silently cry
Dm
Bb
F
Cry for the darkness to come down over me
Bb
A7
Dm
A7
Dm
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel
Bb
Eb
And each day I learn just a little bit more
Ab
Db
I don't know why but I do know what for
Bb
Eb7
Ab
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
Db
Gb
G
Bb/c
F/c
C
F
For this song's got no title just words and a tune

Grey Seal

B
F#
B7sus4
E
B
F#
B7sus4
E
B
F#
A
E
B
Em
D
G
Why's it never light on my lawn?
Am
G
Bm
C
D
(
C6
D
) Why does it rain and never say good-day to the newborn
Em
D
G
On the big screen they showed us the sun
Am
G
Bm
C
D
But not as bright in life as the real one
Am
G
Bm
C
D
It's never quite the same as the real one
B
F#/b
And tell me grey seal
B7sus4
E/b
How does it feel to be so wise?
B
F#/b
To see through eyes
B7sus4
E/b
That only see what's real
B
F#
A
E
B
Tell me grey seal
A
D
Bbm
G
F
F
C
A
D
Bbm
G
F
F
C
Em
D
G
I never learned why meteors were formed
Am
G
Bm
C
D
I only farmed in schools that were so worn and torn
Em
D
G
If anyone can cry then so can I
Am
G
Bm
C
D
I read books and draw life from the eye
Am
G
Bm
C
D
All my life is drawings from the eye And tell me grey seal How does it feel to be so wise? To see through eyes That only see what's real? Tell me grey seal
Em
D
G
Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men
Am
G
Bm
C
D
The roots were formed by twisted roots, your roots were twisted then
Em
D
G
I was reborn before all life could die
Am
G
Bm
C
D
The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly ...
Am
G
Bm
C
D
If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I And tell me grey seal How does it feel to be so wise? To see through eyes That only see what's real? Tell me grey seal
Dsus4
D7

Sweet Painted Lady

G
I'm back on dry land once again
Gmaj7
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain
Dm
G7
C
We're all hunting honey with money to burn
Cm
G/b
Am
D
Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned
G
If the boys all behave themselves here
Gmaj7
Well there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear
Dm
G7
C
You won't need a gutter to sleep in tonight
Cm
G/b
Am
D
Oh the prices I charge here will see you alright
G
So she lays down beside me again
Gmaj7
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name
Dm
G7
C
Many have used her and many still do
C
G/b
Am
D
There's a place in the world for a woman like you
G
F#
Oh sweet painted lady
F
E7
Seems it's always been the same
Am7
D
Getting paid for being laid
G
Am7
Guess that's the name of the game
G
F#
Oh sweet painted lady
F
E7
Seems it's always been the same
Am7
D
Getting paid for being laid
G
Am7
D
Guess that's the name of the game
G
D7
Oh!
G
Forget us we'll have gone very soon
Gmaj7
Just forget we ever slept in your rooms
Dm
G7
C
And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds
Cm
G/b
Am
D
Where love's just a job and nothing is said
G
So she lays down beside me again
Gmaj7
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name
Dm
G7
C
Many have used her and many still do
C
G/b
Am
D
There's a place in the world for a woman like you Oh sweet painted lady Seems it's always been the same Getting paid for being laid Guess that's the name of the game Oh sweet painted lady Seems it's always been the same Getting paid for being laid Guess that's the name of the game Oh!
Instrumental chorus chords

The Ballad Of Danny Bailey (1909-34)

Bm
C
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
Bm
C
Killed him in cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Bm
C
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle
G/e
Fmaj9
Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life
Am9
Bb7
And there's not many knew him the way that we did
Am9
Bb7
Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren't most hungry kids, oh
Am9
G
F
Em
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh
D
F
G
Bm
Bsus4
Bm
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
E7
G
A
D
And the harvest is in
C
G/b
Gm/bb
D/a
Dillinger's dead, whoa-oh
C/g
G
G/d
I guess the cops won again
D
F
G
Bm
Bsus4
Bm
Now it's all over Danny Bailey
E7
G
A
D
And the harvest is in We're running short of heroes back up here in the hills Without Danny Bailey we're gonna have to break up our stills So mark his grave well 'cause Kentucky loved him Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by A running gun youngster in a sad restless age Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh Now it's all over Danny Bailey And the harvest is in Dillinger's dead, whoa-oh I guess the cops won again Now it's all over Danny Bailey And the harvest is in (
D
)
A/c#
C
G/b
Bb
Asus4
A
D
Bm
C
...

Dirty Little Girl

D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
D
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
Cadd2
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
(
Bm
)
Bm
A
G
I've seen a lot of women who haven't had much luck
D
A
C
I've seen you looking like you've been run down by a truck
Bm
A
G
That ain't nice to say, sometimes I guess I'm really hard
D
A
C
But I'm gonna put a buckshot in your pants if you step into my yard
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
D
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
Cadd2
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
(
Bm
)
Bm
A
G
When I watch the police come by and move you on
D
A
C
Well I sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become
Bm
A
G
Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear
D
A
C
But all you got was a mop up job washing other people's stairs
D
How'd you do? How'd do you? How'd you do? Oh!
G
/b
/d
/b
D
I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl
Em
C
D
Someone grab that bitch by the ears
Bm
A
G
Rub her down, scrub her back, turn her inside out
D
A7
Em
'Cause I bet she, I bet she, I bet she
Bm
A7
D
Oh, I bet she hasn't had a bath in a year!
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
D
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
Cadd2
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
(
Bm
)
Bm
A
G
Here's my own belief about all the dirty girls
D
A
C
That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl
Bm
A
G
And like rags that belong to you, I belong to myself
D
A
C
So don't show up around here till your social worker's helped
D
How'd you do? How'd do you? How'd you do? Oh!
G
/b
/d
/b
D
I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl
Em
C
D
Someone grab that bitch by the ears
Bm
A
G
Rub her down, scrub her back, turn her inside out
D
A7
Em
'Cause I bet she, I bet she, I bet she
Bm
A7
D
Oh, I bet she hasn't had a bath in a year!
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
D
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
Cadd2
D/a
/b
/d
/d
/a
/b
/a
(
Bm
)
Bm
A
G
Bm
A
G
Oh! Oh!
D
A7
Em
'Cause I bet she, I bet she, I bet she
Bm
A7
D
Oh, I bet she hasn't had a bath in a year!
Bm
D
Dirty little girl, dirty little girl
D
Bm
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little girl

Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting

G/d
F/c
G
F/g
G
F/g
x2
G
It's getting late have you seen my mates
F
Ma tell me when the boys get here
C
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
G
Want to get a belly full of beer My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair
Dm7
Oh...
C
Don't give us none of your aggravation
Bb
We had it with your discipline
F
Saturday night's alright for fighting
C
Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright
C/e
/f
/f#
G
/f
/e
Alright! Alright!
Cm7/eb
D7sus4
C
Ooh... ooh, ooh, ooh
G
Dm
F
x2
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!" A couple of the sounds that I really like Are the sounds of a switch-blade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass Oh... Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright Alright! Alright!
Cm7/eb
Dm7b5
C
Ooh... ooh, ooh, ooh
C
Bb
F
C
x2
Dm7
Oh... Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright Alright! Alright! Ooh... ooh, ooh, ooh
C
Bb
F
C
x4
C
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Bb
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
F
C
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's alright, woo!
C
Bb
F
C
...