Chords for La Nena Pistolera - Rock and Roll
Tempo:
76.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
B
Dm
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [Dm]
[D]
[A]
[D] I'm dancing in the Birmingham jam, dancing in the Birmingham jam.
Because a hundred dollars I'd smile, I'd ask Joe, by the brown moon [A] mission, for a game.
[D] Now I'm licking up on that old house cone, through a hole in the roof of the yellow cone.
A hole in the roof of the yellow door.
I'll be taking hand over all the people, Chinese, Panthers, now in the southern [A] corner, that's what we call.
[B] [D] With the palms out the radio, call the pastoral.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
She says [B] John, John, he's [D] all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming [A] home.
[Bm]
[C] [D] Now the red car driver on the old fan roof, and the bubblegum rolling [A] on an island road.
With a head full of bubbles, dreams of a straw, and a one-street girl [Am] with a car, I love it all.
[D] A one-street girl with a car, I love it all.
A shot of purple satchel down the Kansas road, a hundred smokers in the [A] front of our island, through the street.
[D] With a dime on the river, and a long yellow hat, a pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
A pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
She says John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said [B] John, John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't [Dm] never coming [A] home.
[Bm] [C#] [D]
[D]
[A]
[D] I'm dancing in the Birmingham jam, dancing in the Birmingham jam.
Because a hundred dollars I'd smile, I'd ask Joe, by the brown moon [A] mission, for a game.
[D] Now I'm licking up on that old house cone, through a hole in the roof of the yellow cone.
A hole in the roof of the yellow door.
I'll be taking hand over all the people, Chinese, Panthers, now in the southern [A] corner, that's what we call.
[B] [D] With the palms out the radio, call the pastoral.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
She says [B] John, John, he's [D] all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming [A] home.
[Bm]
[C] [D] Now the red car driver on the old fan roof, and the bubblegum rolling [A] on an island road.
With a head full of bubbles, dreams of a straw, and a one-street girl [Am] with a car, I love it all.
[D] A one-street girl with a car, I love it all.
A shot of purple satchel down the Kansas road, a hundred smokers in the [A] front of our island, through the street.
[D] With a dime on the river, and a long yellow hat, a pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
A pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
She says John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said [B] John, John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't [Dm] never coming [A] home.
[Bm] [C#] [D]
Key:
D
A
B
Dm
Bm
D
A
B
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ I'm dancing in the Birmingham jam, dancing in the Birmingham jam.
Because a hundred dollars I'd smile, I'd ask Joe, by the brown moon [A] mission, for a game. _
[D] Now I'm licking up on that old house cone, through a hole in the roof of the yellow cone.
A hole in the roof of the yellow door.
I'll be taking hand over all the people, Chinese, Panthers, now in the southern [A] corner, that's what we call.
_ [B] [D] With the palms out the radio, call the pastoral.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
She says [B] John, John, he's [D] all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming [A] home.
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[C] _ [D] Now the red car driver on the old fan roof, and the bubblegum rolling [A] on an island road.
_ With a head full of bubbles, dreams of a straw, and a one-street girl [Am] with a car, I love it all.
[D] A one-street girl with a car, I love it all.
A shot of purple satchel down the Kansas road, a hundred smokers in the [A] front of our island, through the street.
[D] With a dime on the river, and a long yellow hat, a pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
A pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
She says John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said [B] John, John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't [Dm] never coming [A] home.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ I'm dancing in the Birmingham jam, dancing in the Birmingham jam.
Because a hundred dollars I'd smile, I'd ask Joe, by the brown moon [A] mission, for a game. _
[D] Now I'm licking up on that old house cone, through a hole in the roof of the yellow cone.
A hole in the roof of the yellow door.
I'll be taking hand over all the people, Chinese, Panthers, now in the southern [A] corner, that's what we call.
_ [B] [D] With the palms out the radio, call the pastoral.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
If you left them off digging, understand the muddy zone.
She says [B] John, John, he's [D] all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming [A] home.
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[C] _ [D] Now the red car driver on the old fan roof, and the bubblegum rolling [A] on an island road.
_ With a head full of bubbles, dreams of a straw, and a one-street girl [Am] with a car, I love it all.
[D] A one-street girl with a car, I love it all.
A shot of purple satchel down the Kansas road, a hundred smokers in the [A] front of our island, through the street.
[D] With a dime on the river, and a long yellow hat, a pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
A pilot through a tree, old skinned and dead ass.
She says John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, John, he's all gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said [B] John, John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't never coming home.
I said John, [B] John, he's all [D] gone.
Down to Indiana, ain't [Dm] never coming [A] home.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _
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