Chords for Asaf Avidan & the mojos - My Favorite Clown - אסף אבידן והמוג'וס
Tempo:
47.65 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
G
D
Em
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] The circus is back in town, here comes my favorite [Em] clown again.
[Bm] I love it when he strips a smile, puts it in a tidy pile [Em] of shame.
[Bm] And then my old favorite clown, he paints his [G] faithful frown in place.
[Bm] That old familiar game, of which I [G] have no name but debt.
[D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
[G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no [D] amount of hurt can stop us trying.
We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
[G] The rain will come again and just like [D] distant friends we'll both be crying.
[Bm] [C#]
[D] [Bm] [C#]
[G] [Bm] Oh that sweet awful sound of my old favorite [G] clown in [Em] need.
[Bm] I help him once again get back on his [G] hands and knees.
[D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
[G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount of [D] hurt can stop us trying.
We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
[G] The rain will come again and just like distant [D] friends we'll both be crying.
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[C#] [Bm] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
[G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount [D] of hurt can stop us trying.
[Bm] [G] [D]
[Bm]
[D]
[D]
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] The circus is back in town, here comes my favorite [Em] clown again.
[Bm] I love it when he strips a smile, puts it in a tidy pile [Em] of shame.
[Bm] And then my old favorite clown, he paints his [G] faithful frown in place.
[Bm] That old familiar game, of which I [G] have no name but debt.
[D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
[G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no [D] amount of hurt can stop us trying.
We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
[G] The rain will come again and just like [D] distant friends we'll both be crying.
[Bm] [C#]
[D] [Bm] [C#]
[G] [Bm] Oh that sweet awful sound of my old favorite [G] clown in [Em] need.
[Bm] I help him once again get back on his [G] hands and knees.
[D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
[G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount of [D] hurt can stop us trying.
We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
[G] The rain will come again and just like distant [D] friends we'll both be crying.
[Bm] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[C#] [Bm] [G]
[Bm] [G]
[D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
[G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount [D] of hurt can stop us trying.
[Bm] [G] [D]
[Bm]
[D]
[D]
Key:
Bm
G
D
Em
C#
Bm
G
D
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_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Bm] The circus is back in town, here comes my favorite [Em] clown again.
_ _ [Bm] I love it when he strips a smile, puts it in a tidy pile [Em] of shame.
_ _ [Bm] And then my old favorite clown, he paints his [G] faithful frown in place.
_ _ [Bm] That old familiar game, of which I [G] have no name but debt.
_ _ [D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
_ _ [G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no [D] amount of hurt can stop us trying.
_ We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
_ _ [G] The rain will come again and just like [D] distant friends we'll both be crying.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[G] _ _ [Bm] Oh that sweet awful sound of my old favorite [G] clown in [Em] need.
_ [Bm] I help him once again get back on his [G] hands and knees.
_ _ [D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times. _
_ [G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount of [D] hurt can stop us trying.
_ _ We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
_ [G] The rain will come again and just like distant [D] friends we'll both be crying.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[C#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times. _
_ _ [G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount [D] of hurt can stop us trying.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Bm] The circus is back in town, here comes my favorite [Em] clown again.
_ _ [Bm] I love it when he strips a smile, puts it in a tidy pile [Em] of shame.
_ _ [Bm] And then my old favorite clown, he paints his [G] faithful frown in place.
_ _ [Bm] That old familiar game, of which I [G] have no name but debt.
_ _ [D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times.
_ _ [G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no [D] amount of hurt can stop us trying.
_ We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
_ _ [G] The rain will come again and just like [D] distant friends we'll both be crying.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[G] _ _ [Bm] Oh that sweet awful sound of my old favorite [G] clown in [Em] need.
_ [Bm] I help him once again get back on his [G] hands and knees.
_ _ [D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times. _
_ [G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount of [D] hurt can stop us trying.
_ _ We go marching through these [Bm] parching times.
_ [G] The rain will come again and just like distant [D] friends we'll both be crying.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[C#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] We go marching through these [Bm] scorching times. _
_ _ [G] Our lungs are filled with dirt but no amount [D] of hurt can stop us trying.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _