Chords for American Music Club - All the Lost Souls...
Tempo:
76.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Years [G] ago my soul went missing, looking for [D] a life no one [Em] would mourn.
a fool, looking to the sky for shelter from the storm.
welcome [G] you to San [Am] Francisco.
It's a [G] city that was built by [C] a trust, and [D] skeletons who [C] glint and grin.
[C] believe their luck.
[G] sinned.
Marty, you're the king of 22nd Street.
Just give me some hope, or at least enough rope.
a fool, looking to the sky for shelter from the storm.
welcome [G] you to San [Am] Francisco.
It's a [G] city that was built by [C] a trust, and [D] skeletons who [C] glint and grin.
[C] believe their luck.
[G] sinned.
Marty, you're the king of 22nd Street.
Just give me some hope, or at least enough rope.
100% ➙ 76BPM
G
C
D
Am
A
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ Years [G] ago my soul went missing, looking for [D] a life no one [Em] would mourn.
[G] Now it stumbles like the smile of a fool, looking to the sky for shelter from the storm.
[D] All the lost [Am] souls, _ welcome [G] _ you to San [Am] Francisco.
It's a [G] city that was built by [C] a trust, and [D] skeletons who [C] glint and grin.
[Bm] Pimps and thieves who can't [C] believe their luck.
Saints who [G] were only holy when [C] they'd [G] sinned.
Now I came looking for the party, so come on Marty, you're the king of 22nd Street. _ _
Just give me some hope, or at least enough rope.
Can you make my heart feel complete?
[D] _
All the lost [Am] souls, welcome _ [G] _
you to [C] San [G] Francisco.
You can always find me at the [A] celebration,
waiting [G] _ for glory to [A] strike me down.
_ _ [G] _ Trying to keep the [A] good times rolling,
_ _ [C] _ because death [Bm] almost got _ _ [G] _ all the lost [Am] souls.
_ Welcome [G] _ you to [Am] San Francisco.
A [G] beauty our hearts all [C] recognize,
_ [D] and never [C] get there.
_ Where [G] everyone is humming a [C] love supreme,
and watching [G] the poor softly [C] down the hill.
[G] _ All the lost souls, welcome [Em] _ [G] you _ to San [C] Francisco. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] Now it stumbles like the smile of a fool, looking to the sky for shelter from the storm.
[D] All the lost [Am] souls, _ welcome [G] _ you to San [Am] Francisco.
It's a [G] city that was built by [C] a trust, and [D] skeletons who [C] glint and grin.
[Bm] Pimps and thieves who can't [C] believe their luck.
Saints who [G] were only holy when [C] they'd [G] sinned.
Now I came looking for the party, so come on Marty, you're the king of 22nd Street. _ _
Just give me some hope, or at least enough rope.
Can you make my heart feel complete?
[D] _
All the lost [Am] souls, welcome _ [G] _
you to [C] San [G] Francisco.
You can always find me at the [A] celebration,
waiting [G] _ for glory to [A] strike me down.
_ _ [G] _ Trying to keep the [A] good times rolling,
_ _ [C] _ because death [Bm] almost got _ _ [G] _ all the lost [Am] souls.
_ Welcome [G] _ you to [Am] San Francisco.
A [G] beauty our hearts all [C] recognize,
_ [D] and never [C] get there.
_ Where [G] everyone is humming a [C] love supreme,
and watching [G] the poor softly [C] down the hill.
[G] _ All the lost souls, welcome [Em] _ [G] you _ to San [C] Francisco. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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