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
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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.
Key:
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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