Chords for Deep Purple - The Aviator (+ Lyrics)
Tempo:
87.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
F
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [D]
[Am]
[G]
[F]
[C] [G]
[F] [D] [C]
[G] Riding on a [D] moon path in the silver of the [C] night, [G] fragrance on [D] the air was of [G] another
[C] [D] Cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white.
[Am]
[G]
[F]
[C] [G]
[F] [D] [C]
[G] Riding on a [D] moon path in the silver of the [C] night, [G] fragrance on [D] the air was of [G] another
[C] [D] Cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white.
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F
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_ [G] Riding on a [D] moon path in the silver of the [C] night, _ [G] fragrance on [D] the air was of [G] another
time.
[C] _ _ [D] Cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white.
Even if I'd had strength, you'd move to [G] save my life.
Steering the thrill of the beast at the window, [C] _ [G] shivers and chills on the hottest of nights.
[D] Walk right through my open doors, I began to [G] run.
He froze and rolled upon the floor and said,
thank you, ma'am, where'd that came from?
I'm tired of the bone, _ I'm tired of the bone.
_ I'm the aviator, [F] dreams a dream, whatever [C] it seems, whatever [G] it seems.
[C] I [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town, flew in ever rising circles, ever further [C] from the [D] ground.
I began to [G] lose my breath, [D] faces turned to spin.
Distant corner of the room will open up and [G] let me in.
I'm tired of the immigrants, tired of the women.
_ I'm the aviator, [F] dreams a [D] dream, whatever [C] it seems, _ whatever it seems.
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[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ I flew along [C] the lighted streets, [G] I flew above [D] the town, [G] flew in ever rising circles, ever further from the [D] ground.
Cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white.
Even if I'd had [A] strength, [D] you'd move to save [G] my life.
I'm tired of the bomb, tired of the bullets, tired of the crazy [D] zombies TV.
[G] I'm the [C] aviator, [F] dreams a dream, whatever it seems.
_ [G] And I'm tired of the news, tired of the weather, tired of the same thing every [D] day.
[G] I'm the aviator, [F] dreams a dream, whatever [C] they say, whatever [G] they say.
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_ _ [F] _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] Riding on a [D] moon path in the silver of the [C] night, _ [G] fragrance on [D] the air was of [G] another
time.
[C] _ _ [D] Cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white.
Even if I'd had strength, you'd move to [G] save my life.
Steering the thrill of the beast at the window, [C] _ [G] shivers and chills on the hottest of nights.
[D] Walk right through my open doors, I began to [G] run.
He froze and rolled upon the floor and said,
thank you, ma'am, where'd that came from?
I'm tired of the bone, _ I'm tired of the bone.
_ I'm the aviator, [F] dreams a dream, whatever [C] it seems, whatever [G] it seems.
[C] I [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town, flew in ever rising circles, ever further [C] from the [D] ground.
I began to [G] lose my breath, [D] faces turned to spin.
Distant corner of the room will open up and [G] let me in.
I'm tired of the immigrants, tired of the women.
_ I'm the aviator, [F] dreams a [D] dream, whatever [C] it seems, _ whatever it seems.
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[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ I flew along [C] the lighted streets, [G] I flew above [D] the town, [G] flew in ever rising circles, ever further from the [D] ground.
Cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white.
Even if I'd had [A] strength, [D] you'd move to save [G] my life.
I'm tired of the bomb, tired of the bullets, tired of the crazy [D] zombies TV.
[G] I'm the [C] aviator, [F] dreams a dream, whatever it seems.
_ [G] And I'm tired of the news, tired of the weather, tired of the same thing every [D] day.
[G] I'm the aviator, [F] dreams a dream, whatever [C] they say, whatever [G] they say.
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