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Randy Newman : Trouble In Paradise
1983

  1. I Love LA
  2. Christmas In Cape Town
  3. The Blues
  4. Same Girl
  5. My Life Is Good

I Love LA

Hate New York City It's cold and it's damp And all the people dressed like monkeys Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos That town's a little bit too rugged For you and me, you bad girl
A
E
Rollin' down Imperial Highway
A
D
Big nasty redhead at my side
A
E
Santa Ana winds blowing hot from the north
A
F#m
E
And we were born to ride
A
E
Roll down the windows, put down the top
A
Crank up the Beach Boys then
D
F#m
Don't let the music stop
A
We're gonna ride it till we
E
F#m
Just can't ride it no more
D
F#m
From the South Bay to the Valley
C#m
E
From the Westside to the Eastside
D
F#m
Everybody's very happy
C#m
E
'Cause the sun is shinin' all the time
G
Looks like another perfect day
A
F#m
E
I love LA
A
F#m
E
We love it!
A
F#m
E
I love LA
A
F#m
E
We love it! We love it!
Tango Part (synth solo)
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C
Am
/e
Bb
Bb/f
F
/c
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C
Eb
Eb/bb
G
/b
/d
/g
Ahhhhhh......
C
Look at that mountain
G
Look at those trees
C
Look at that bum over there
F
Am
Man, he's down on his knees
C
Look at these women
G
Am
F
Ain't nothin' like them nowhere
Am
F
Century Boulevard... we love it!
Am
F
Victory Boulevard... we love it!
Am
F
Santa Monica Boulevard... we love it!
G
/b
/d
/g
6th Street... we love it, we love it, we love it... We love LA!
Guitar Solo
C
Ab/c
Bb/c
G/c
4x
C
Am
G
I love LA
C
Am
G
We love it!
C
Am
G
I love LA
C
Am
G
We love it!
C
Am
G
I love LA
C
We love it!

Christmas In Cape Town

Intro
Am
Em7
F
C/g
F
G
C
C7/e
Am
Em
F
C
F/a
C/e
G
e|----------------|--------0---3---|8-------5-------|----------------|
B|1---0-----------|1---3-----------|----8-------5---|6---5---3-------|
G|--------2---0---|----------------|----------------|----------------|
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A|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
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Riff
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B-----|----------------|--2-1-2-1-2-----|----------------|----------------|
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D-----|----------------|--2-2-2-2-2-----|0---------------|----------------|
A-0-2-|3---2-0---0-2---|0-----------0-2-|--3-2-0-----0-2-|0-----------0-2-|
E-----|--------3-------|----------------|--------3-------|--3-1-----------|
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A|3---2-0---0-2---|0---------------|2---------------|
E|--------3-------|----------------|----------------|
Eb(b5) x6788x
F(#11) 13320x
Intro
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Am
Em7
F
C/g
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F
G
C
C7/e
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Am
Em
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C
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F/a
C/e
G
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Intro
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Am
F
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G
Em
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Am
F
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G
Em
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Verse
Am
F
Every night
G
Em
In Jungletown
Am
C
G
D5
E
All the boogies in the street
Am
F
Radios
G
Em
Turned up very loud
F
Playin' Dancing Queen
Eb
Bb
F
C
They love our music
Interlude
Am
F
G
La, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la
D5
E
La, la, la, la
Am
F
G
La, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la
D5
E
La, la, la, la
Verse
Am
F
G
Em
This English girl from the North somewhere
Am
C
G
D5
E
Is stayin' with me at my place
Am
F
Drinkin' up all my beer
G
Em
Talkin' about the poor niggers all the time
F
It's a real disgrace, she says
Bridge
Am
F
G
I tell her, Darling, don't talk about things
Em
You don't understand
Am
F
I tell her, Darling, don't talk about something
G
Em
You don't know anything about
Am
F
I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here
G
Eb(b5)
Go back to your own miserable country
Chorus
Am
Am(maj7)
Am7
Am(maj7)
It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
Am/f
Am(maj7)/f
Am7/f
Am(maj7)/f
Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin'
Am/d
Am(maj7)/d
Am7/d
Am(maj7)/d
And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around
Riff
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G/b
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Middle 8
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You know my little brother, babe
Am
Well, he works out at the diamond mine
F
I drove him out there at five this mornin'
Am
The niggers was waitin' in a big long line
F(#11)
You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man
Am
With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
F(#11)
They were starin' at us real hard with their big ugly yellow eyes
Bridge
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Am
F
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G
Em
| You could feel it This time ... |
Am
F
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G
Eb(b5)
| You could feel it
Chorus
Am
Am(maj7)
Am7
Am(maj7)
It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
Am/f
Am(maj7)/f
Am7/f
Am(maj7)/f
The stores are open all the time
Am/d
Am(maj7)/d
Am7/d
Am(maj7)/d
And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd
Interlude
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Am
F
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G
Em
| And the Christmas lights still shine |
Am
F
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G
Em
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Verse
Am
F
G
Myself, I don't like to drink the way
Em
I used to, man, you know
Am
C
G
D5
E
It don't seem to get me high
Am
F
And the beer don't taste the way it
G
Em
Ought to taste somehow
F
And I don't know why
Bridge
Am
F
G
Don't talk to me about the planes
Em
Man, I've heard it
Am
F
G
D5
E
Just take a look around
Am
F
What are we gonna do
G
Em
Blow up the whole damn country?
F(#11)
I don't know
Chorus
Am
Am(maj7)
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Am7
Am(maj7)
It's Christmas in Cape Town
Am/f
Am(maj7)/f
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Am7/f
Am(maj7)/f
| It's Christmas in Cape Town
Am/d
Am(maj7)/d
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Am7/d
Am(maj7)/d
| It's Christmas in Cape Town
Riff
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G/b
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A
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G/b
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D
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Outro
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Em7
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C/g
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G
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C7/e
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Am
Em
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C
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F/a
G
C
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The Blues

G/b x20003
C/e 032010
D/f# 2x0232
Gsus4 3x0013
Ab+ 4x655x or 4x211x
C
G/b
Am
C/e
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
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G
C
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
C
G/b
Am
C/e
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
F
G
Hustlin' down the city streets and
C
G/b
Am
D/f#
Gsus4
G
Selling his ass for a dollar bag
C
G/b
Am
C/e
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
F
G
C
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
C
G/b
Am
C/e
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
F
G
Killed in a bar fight
C
G/b
Am
D/f#
Gsus4
G
With a pair of marines and a sailor, oh
C
G/b
Am
C/e
F
He's got the blues, this boy, he's got the blues
G
You can hear it in his music
C
G/b
Am
C/e
F
He's got the blues, this boy has got the blues
G
You can hear it, you can hear it
Am
Ab+
When I was nine years old
C/g
D7/f#
My daddy ran away
C/g
G
C
G/b
With a woman he met on a train, oh
Am
Ab+
His little boy ran to the room
C/g
D7/f#
Where his piano lay in wait for him
C/g
G
(
C
) He played and he played, he played and he played |
C
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D7/f#
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G/b
Am
C/e
F
He's got the blues, this boy has got the blues
G
You can hear it, you can hear it
C
G/b
Am
C/e
F
G
He's got the blues, this boy has got the blues
Am
Ab+
A year ago, I met a girl
C/g
D7/f#
I thought we'd hit a massive groove
C/g
But she dumped me
G
And all we'd hit were the blues |
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G/b
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Am
C/e
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F
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G
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G/b
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Am
C/e
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F
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G
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C
G/b
Am
C/e
F
He's got the blues, this boy, he's got the blues
G
You can hear it in his music
C
G/b
Am
C/e
F
G
He's got the blues, this boy has really got the blues |
C
G/b
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Am
C/e
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F
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G
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G/b
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Am
C/e
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G
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Same Girl

Bb/a x03331
E7/a x02130
B/a x04442
F9/a x03011
Dm9 x5355x
D*/a x00030 - Dsus2sus4/a ?
F7b5 xx3445
E7#9 x7678x
Am
Am7
Bb/a
E7/a
Am
Am7
Bb/a
E7/a
Am
E7/a
Am7
B/a
F9/a
Asus4
Am
You're still the same girl you always were
Am
E7/a
Am7
B/a
F9/a
E7/a
Asus2
Am
You're still the same girl you al - ways were
Dm9
Dm
G/a
Asus4
Am
A few more nights on the street, that's all
Dm7
Dm
B/a
Am(maj7)
A few more holes in your arm
F
Dm
Dsus4
D
Dm
A few more years with me, that's all
Am
E7/a
Am7
B/a
You're still the same girl
Dm7/a
Dsus4/a
G/a
Asus4
Am
With the same sweet smile that you always had
Dm7/a
D*/a
Am
D/a
E/a
F/a
G/a
And the same blue eyes like the sun
F
Dm9
Dsus4
D
Dm
And the same clear voice that I always...
Am
E7/a
Am7
D7/a
You're still the same girl
F7b5
E7#9
Am
That I love
Am
Am7
Bb/a
E7/a
Am
Am7
Bb/a
E7/a
Am

My Life Is Good

Capo:
III
Gadd9 3x0203 Dm(maj7) xx0221
G/d xx0433 Dm6 xx0201
D5 xx023x Eb/db xx1121
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Asus4
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A couple weeks ago, my wife and I Took a little trip down to Mexico Met this young girl there, we brought her back with us Now she lives with us in our home
Bm
D
She cleans the hallway, she cleans the stair
A
C
She cleans the living room, she wipes the baby's ass
Bm
D
She drives the kids to school, she does the laundry too
A
C
She wrote this song for me, listen... yeah!
D
The other afternoon, my wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school our oldest child attends Many famous people send their children there His teacher says to us, we have a problem here This child just will not do a thing I tell him to He's such a big old thing, he hurts the other children All the games they play, he plays so rough
Bm
D
Hold it teacher, wait a minute
A
C
Maybe my ears are clogged or somethin'
Bm
D
Maybe I'm not understanding the English language
A
C
Dear, you don't seem to realize...
D
F#m
My life is good
Gadd9
D
My life is good
D
F#m
My life is good, you old bat
Gadd9
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Asus4
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A
| My life, my life
D
Just this evening, some young associates of ours Are flying in to see us from New York City They're gonna stay with us, oh, a couple of weeks or so I'm gonna take 'em to restaurants and everything
Bm
D
Gonna get 'em some real good cocaine
A
C
They don't get much where they come from
Bm
D
And this one's guy wife is such a pretty little brown thing
A
C
I'm liable to give her a poke or two, what d'ya think of that?
Dm
Teacher, let me tell you a little story
G/d
Just this morning my wife and I
Dm
Went to this hotel in the hills
G/d
That's right, the Bel-Air Hotel
Dm
Where a very good friend of ours, happens to be staying
G/d
And the name of this young man |
D5
Dsus2
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Dm(maj7)
Dm7
| Is Mr Bruce Springsteen, that's right, yeah |
Dm6
Dsus2
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Dm6
Bb/d
| We talked about this kind of woodblock or something |
D5
Dsus2
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Dm(maj7)
Dm7
| This new guitar we like |
Dm6
Dsus2
| And you know what he said to me? |
Dm6
Bb/d
| I'll tell you what he said to me |
D5
Dsus2
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Dm(maj7)
Dm7
| He said, "Rand, I'm tired |
Dm6
Dsus2
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Dm6
Bb/d
| How would you like to be the Boss for a while?"
Db
G
B
Eb/eb
Well... yeah, Blow, Big Man... blow
D
F#m
My life is good
Gadd9
D
My life is good, you old bat
D
F#m
My life is good
Gadd9
D
(
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) My Life, my Life is good |
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