Tablature london boys - David Bowie

          



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  Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 13:47:50 -0700 (PDT)

  From: toomey <toomey@sos.net>

  Subject: b/bowie_david/london_boys.crd

  

  What a pretty song!

  

  F                Dm

  (A) bell strikes, another night

       Eb                      Cm

  Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache

  F                          Dm

  You've bought some coffee, butter and bread

      Eb                            Cm

  You can't make a thing, 'cause the meter's dead

         F             Ab

  You've moved away

              F                       Ab

  Told you're folks you're gonna stay away

  Eb                   Ab

  Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff Street

      F                              Eb

  You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet

  Bbm                Ab

  Somebody shows you 'round.

  Db                 Ab

  Now you've met the London Boys

  Db

  Things seem good again

  B   E   Gb          Fm   F

  Someone cares about you

  

         F                   Dm

  Oh the first time that you try a pill

      Eb                       Cm

  You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill

         F                      Dm

  You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose face

     Eb                           Cm

  To let yourself down would be a big disgrace

           F             Ab

  With the London Boys

           F             Ab

  With the London Boys

         Eb                      Ab

  You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown

         F                                  Eb

  In the month you've been away from you're parent's home

      Bbm                Ab

  You take the pills too much

      Db                          Ab

  You don't give a damn about the job you've got

     Db                    B  E   Gb    Fm   F

  So long as your with the London Boys

        F                Dm

  Ohh a London Boy, oo a London Boy

       Eb                      Cm

  Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy

    G                 Em

  A London Boy, yes a London Boy

         F                           D

  You're crying out loud that your a London Boy

      A                  Gbm   

  You think you've had a lot of fun

          G                      Em

  But you ain't got nothing your on the run

       E                          Dbm

  It's too late now 'cause you're out there boy

         Gb                   A

  You've got it made with the rest of the toys

  E                        Dbm

  Now you wish you'd never left your home

         Gb                             A

  You've got what you wanted but you're on your own 

           Db     Gb     B     

  With the London Boys

  Ab                 Db     Gb     B

  Now you've met the London Boys

  Ab                 Db     Gb     B

  Now you've met the London Boys

  Ab                 Db     Gb     B

  Now you've met the London Boys 


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 London boys, de David bowie 

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