Chords for Elton John - Ticking (Studio Version)

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_ [F] An extremely quiet [Bb] child, they call you in your [F] school report
_ [Bb] He's _
_ _ [F] always taking interest [Eb] in [Bb] the subjects that he's [F] taught
So _ _ _ _ [Am] what is it that bothers you?
What goes screaming up your [Gm] cry?
To _ _
_ _ _ [C] notify your parents of the [Bb] manner in which you [F] die?
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_ As [F] in Patrick's every Sunday, [Bb] _
Father Fletcher heard you [F] sing
Oh, _
[Bb] _ _ _ [F] he's unconcerned with competition, [Eb] _ [Bb] he never [F] cares to win _ _
_ _ _ [Am] But blood-stained young hand that never [Gm] held a gun _ _
_ _ _ [C] And his parents never thought of [Dm] him as their [F] troubled son
Now _ _ _ [C] [Dm] you'll never get to heaven, [Gm] Mama said
_ [C] Remember Mama said
[F] _ _ [A] Tickin', tickin', [Dm] grow up straight and true blue, [Gm] run along to bed
[C] Hear it, [F] hear [Gm] it, [F] tickin', tickin' _ _
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[C] _ _ [Bb] _ [F] They had you holed up in a [Bb] downtown bar, screaming [F] for a breeze _
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ [F] Some gook said his brains just [Eb] snapped, [Bb] then someone called the [F] police _
_ _ _ [B] You'd knock to [Am] Negro waiter who had tried to calm [Gm] you down _ _
_ _ _ Oh, you'd [C] pull the gun and told them [Bb] all to lay still [F] on the ground _ _
_ _ _ _ Promising to hurt no [Bb] one, providing they were [F] still
A _ [Bb] _ [Dm] _ _ [F] young man tried to make a [Eb] break, with [Bb] two few lies [F] you killed
That _ _ _ [Am] gun but felt so smooth and warm, craving [Gm] in your palm _
_ _ Oh, [C] your childhood would ride out in your hair, [Bb] they mean to do [F] you harm _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] Don't ever ride on the devil's knee, [Gm] Mama said
_ [C] Remember Mama [Gm] said
[F] [A] Tickin', [Dm] tickin', pay your penance while my [Gm] child feel where angels tread
[C] Hear it, [Am]
hear [Gm] it, [F] tickin', tickin' _ _
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_ _ [Bb] _ [F] Within an hour the news had [Bb] reached the media [F] machine
A [Bb] _ _ _ [F] male Caucasian with a [Eb] gun had [Bb] gone berserk [F] in Queens _ _
_ _ _ [Am] The area had been sealed off, the kids sent [Gm] home from school _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] Fourteen people lying [Bb] dead in a bar they called the [F] kickin' mule
Oh, _ _ _ they pleaded to your sanity _
[Bb] for the sake of those [F] inside
Throw [Bb] _
_ _ _ [F] out your gun, walk out [Bb] slow
[Eb] Just keep [Bb] your [F] hands held high, _ _ _ with [Am] your punchy full of rifle shells
As you stepped [Gm] out the door
Oh, _ _ [C] you danced in the desert like a [Bb] marionette on the penance [F] of the law
You _ _
_ [C] _ [Dm] slipped to a longing silence, [Gm] Mama said
_ [C] Remember Mama said
[F] _ _
[A] Tickin', [Dm] tickin', crazy for your lonely wind-up with [Gm] strange notions in your head
[C] Hear it, hear _
[Gm] it, [F] tickin', tickin' _ _ _ _
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