They're not on my wavelength and it's such a shame
F
G
That they have to play the name game
C
Am
The fame game, oh, the name game
F
G
Lord, it's a cryin' shame, Lord, tell me what's to blame?
C
Am
Reinvented all the stories they know
F
G
Give them all a different slant
C
Am
What is it that they're really looking for?
F
G
Just a hobby on the internet
C
Am
So far away, way back when
F
G
The people that claim to have known me then
C
Am
They're not on my wavelength and it's such a shame
F
G
That they have to play the name game
C
Am
The fame game, oh, the name game
F
G
Lord, it's a cryin' shame, Lord, tell me what's to blame?
C
Am
F
G
x2
Am
If they didn't really know me way back
F
G
How can they know me now in any respect?
Am
It's a pity they don't feel the pain
F
G
That they should pay the price to play, to play...
C
Am
The fame game, oh, the name game
F
G
Lord, it's a cryin' shame, Lord, tell me what's to blame?
C
Am
They're not on my wavelength and it's such a shame
F
G
That they have to play, have to play...
C
Am
The fame game, oh, the name game
F
Lord, it's a cryin' shame
G
Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...
C
Am
The fame game, oh, the name game
F
Lord, it's a cryin' shame
G
Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...
C
Am
The fame game, oh, the name game
F
Lord, it's a cryin' shame
G
Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...
C
Am
The fame game, oh, the name game
F
Lord, it's a cryin' shame
G
Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...
C
Am
F
G
Precious Time
G
C
Precious time is slipping away
G
D
But you're only king for a day
G
C
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
G
D
C
G
Precious time is slipping away
It doesn't matter what route you take
Sooner or later the hearts going to break
No rhyme or reason, no master plan
No Nirvana, no promised land
Because, precious time is slipping away
You know you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away
Say que sera, whatever will be
But then I keep on searching for immortality
She's so beautiful but she's going to die some day
Everything in life just passes away
But, precious time is slipping away
You know she's only queen for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away
Well this world is cruel with its twists and turns
Well the fire's still in me and the passion burns
I love a medley till the day I die
'Til hell freezes over and the rivers run dry
Precious time is slipping away
You know she's only queen for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray because
Precious time is slipping away
Precious time is slipping away
You know you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray
Precious time is slipping away
Precious time is slipping away
You know you're only king for a day
It doesn't matter to which God you pray because
Precious time is slipping away
Golden Autumn Day
F
Am
Bbmaj7
x2
F
Well, I heard the bells ringing
Am
Bbmaj7
I was thinking about winning, in this God forsaken place
F
When my confidence was well
Am
Bbmaj7
Then I tripped and I fell, right flat on my face
F
Now I'm standing erect
Am
Bbmaj7
And I feel like coming back and the sun is shining gold
F
Put a smile on my face
Am
Bbmaj7
Get back in the human race and get on with the show
C
Bbmaj7
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
C
Bbmaj7
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
C
Bbmaj7
And I'm pretending, that it's paradise...
F
Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day
F
Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day
F
Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day
F
C
On a golden Autumn day
F
In the wee midnight hour
Am
Bbmaj7
I was parking my car, in this dimly lit town
F
I was attacked by two thugs
Am
Bbmaj7
Who took me for a mug and shoved me down on the ground
F
And they pulled out a knife
Am
Bbmaj7
And I fought my way up as they scarpered from the scene
F
Well, this is no New York street
Am
Bbmaj7
And there's no Bobby on the beat and things ain't just what they seem
C
Bbmaj7
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer
C
Bbmaj7
And I'm soaking it up in my mind
C
Bbmaj7
And I'm pretending, that it's paradise...
F
Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day
F
Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day
F
Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day
F
C
On a golden Autumn day
Solo over verse and chorus chords
F
Who would think this could happen
Am
Bbmaj7
In a city like this, among Blake's green and pleasant hills?
F
And we must remember
Am
Bbmaj7
As we go through September, among these dark satanic mills
F
If there's such a thing as justice
Am
Bbmaj7
I could take them out and flog them, in the nearest green field
F
And it might be a lesson
Am
Bbmaj7
To the bleeders of the system, in this whole society