Chords for Michael Jackson - Billie jean (Reggae Remix)
Tempo:
116.8 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
G#m
C#
Bm
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [F#]
[C#]
[F#]
[C#]
[F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[F#m]
[G#m] [G#m] I [F#m] am [C#]
[Bm] the one who will dance on the floor in the loud [G#m] room.
[F#m] She [G#m] said I [Bm] am the one who would dance on the floor every round.
[G#m] [F#m] [G#m]
[F#m] She told me her name was Billie Jean, and she caused me to sing.
And [G#m] if he had closed [F#m] his eyes to me, [B] he would be [Bm] the one who would dance on the floor [F#m] every round.
[G#m] [F#m] [G#m]
[D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young [F#m] girls cry.
[D] And mother always told me, [F#m] be careful who you love.
[D] Be careful what you do, [C#m] until the love becomes a truth.
[F#m] And I feel it's real, that my love, [G#m] she's the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [E]
I am, [Bm] but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] [F#m] She [G#m] said I am [Bm] the one, but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] And I'm [F#m] not sick.
[G#m]
[C#] For the days and the forty nights, I was on the side of who could stand with [C#m] me in the [B]
baddest of [F#] days.
For the days, I was on [F#] the side of who could stand with me in the baddest of days.
She [C#] gave my strong [Bm] advice, but I still remember you all the [F#m] same time.
[G#m] [F#m] Do [B] things [C#] right.
She told my baby, [C#m] dance to free, [G#m] and she looked at [C#] me, and showed a photo.
[F#m] Her [C#] eyes were [F#] like mine.
Don't dance [Bm] on the floor, when [F#m] the world is [G#m] [F#m] around me.
[C#]
[D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young girls [F#m] cry.
[D] But the game is still right behind me.
[F#m] I feel the smell as we were few.
[D] This happening very soon.
[C#m] I see you all in the room.
And I [F#m] feel it's real, that my [G#m]
love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [A] I am, [Bm] but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
I feel the [C#m] [F#m] smell [C#]
as [F#m] we were few.
[G#m] I feel it's real, [A] that my love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[C#] She said I am, [Bm] but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
She said [C#] I am, [Bm] but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
[G#m] [F#m] [G#m]
[F#m] [C#] [F#m]
[C#m]
[F#m]
[C#] She said I am, [F#] but the kid is not my son.
[C#m] I feel [F#] the smell as we were few.
I feel it's real, [F#m] that my [G#m] love, [C#] she's the sick girl.
She said I [Bm] am, but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
No, no, [C#m] no, [F#m] no, no, [C#]
[Bm] no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
She said I am, but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
She said I am, but the kid is [F#m]
not my son.
Break my [C#] heart, babe.
Billie [A] Jean, Black [G#m] Fonda, [F#m] [C#] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black [C#m] Fonda, [F#m] [C#m] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black Fonda, [C#] Billie [F#m] Jean,
[C#] Don't call me Billie Jean, Woo!
[F#m] How about you sing?
[C#] [F#m] [B]
[C#]
[F#]
[C#]
[F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[F#m] [G#m] [A] [G#m]
[F#m]
[G#m] [G#m] I [F#m] am [C#]
[Bm] the one who will dance on the floor in the loud [G#m] room.
[F#m] She [G#m] said I [Bm] am the one who would dance on the floor every round.
[G#m] [F#m] [G#m]
[F#m] She told me her name was Billie Jean, and she caused me to sing.
And [G#m] if he had closed [F#m] his eyes to me, [B] he would be [Bm] the one who would dance on the floor [F#m] every round.
[G#m] [F#m] [G#m]
[D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young [F#m] girls cry.
[D] And mother always told me, [F#m] be careful who you love.
[D] Be careful what you do, [C#m] until the love becomes a truth.
[F#m] And I feel it's real, that my love, [G#m] she's the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [E]
I am, [Bm] but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] [F#m] She [G#m] said I am [Bm] the one, but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] And I'm [F#m] not sick.
[G#m]
[C#] For the days and the forty nights, I was on the side of who could stand with [C#m] me in the [B]
baddest of [F#] days.
For the days, I was on [F#] the side of who could stand with me in the baddest of days.
She [C#] gave my strong [Bm] advice, but I still remember you all the [F#m] same time.
[G#m] [F#m] Do [B] things [C#] right.
She told my baby, [C#m] dance to free, [G#m] and she looked at [C#] me, and showed a photo.
[F#m] Her [C#] eyes were [F#] like mine.
Don't dance [Bm] on the floor, when [F#m] the world is [G#m] [F#m] around me.
[C#]
[D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young girls [F#m] cry.
[D] But the game is still right behind me.
[F#m] I feel the smell as we were few.
[D] This happening very soon.
[C#m] I see you all in the room.
And I [F#m] feel it's real, that my [G#m]
love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [A] I am, [Bm] but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
I feel the [C#m] [F#m] smell [C#]
as [F#m] we were few.
[G#m] I feel it's real, [A] that my love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[C#] She said I am, [Bm] but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
She said [C#] I am, [Bm] but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
[G#m] [F#m] [G#m]
[F#m] [C#] [F#m]
[C#m]
[F#m]
[C#] She said I am, [F#] but the kid is not my son.
[C#m] I feel [F#] the smell as we were few.
I feel it's real, [F#m] that my [G#m] love, [C#] she's the sick girl.
She said I [Bm] am, but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
No, no, [C#m] no, [F#m] no, no, [C#]
[Bm] no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
She said I am, but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
She said I am, but the kid is [F#m]
not my son.
Break my [C#] heart, babe.
Billie [A] Jean, Black [G#m] Fonda, [F#m] [C#] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black [C#m] Fonda, [F#m] [C#m] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black Fonda, [C#] Billie [F#m] Jean,
[C#] Don't call me Billie Jean, Woo!
[F#m] How about you sing?
[C#] [F#m] [B]
Key:
F#m
G#m
C#
Bm
C#m
F#m
G#m
C#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ [G#m] I [F#m] am [C#] _
[Bm] the one who will dance on the floor in the loud [G#m] room.
[F#m] She [G#m] said I [Bm] am the one who would dance on the floor every round.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] She told me her name was Billie Jean, and she caused me to sing.
And [G#m] if he had closed [F#m] his eyes to me, [B] he would be [Bm] the one _ who would dance on the floor [F#m] every round.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young [F#m] girls cry. _
[D] And mother always told me, [F#m] be careful who you love.
[D] Be careful what you do, [C#m] until the love becomes a truth.
[F#m] And I feel it's real, that my love, _ [G#m] she's the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [E]
I am, [Bm] _ _ _ but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] She [G#m] said I am [Bm] the one, but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] And I'm [F#m] not sick.
[G#m] _
_ [C#] _ For the days and the forty nights, I was on the side of who could stand with [C#m] me in the [B]
baddest of [F#] days.
For the days, I was on [F#] the side of _ who could stand with me in the baddest of days.
She [C#] gave my strong [Bm] advice, but I still remember you all the [F#m] same time.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] Do [B] things [C#] right.
She told my baby, [C#m] dance to free, [G#m] and she looked at [C#] me, and showed a photo.
[F#m] Her [C#] eyes were [F#] like mine.
Don't dance [Bm] on the floor, when [F#m] the world is [G#m] _ [F#m] around me.
_ [C#] _
[D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young girls [F#m] cry. _
[D] But the game is still right behind me.
[F#m] I feel the smell as we were few.
[D] This happening very soon.
[C#m] I see you all in the room.
And I [F#m] feel it's real, that my [G#m]
love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [A] I am, [Bm] _ _ but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
I feel the _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] smell [C#]
as [F#m] we were few.
[G#m] I feel it's real, [A] that my love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[C#] She said I am, [Bm] but _ _ the kid is not [F#m] my son.
_ _ She said [C#] I am, [Bm] _ but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] She said I am, [F#] _ but the kid is not my son.
[C#m] I _ feel [F#] the smell as we were few.
I feel it's real, [F#m] that my [G#m] love, _ [C#] she's the sick girl.
She said I [Bm] am, _ but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
No, no, [C#m] no, [F#m] no, no, [C#] _
[Bm] no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
She said I am, but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
_ _ She said I am, but the kid is [F#m] _ _ _
not my son.
Break my [C#] heart, babe. _ _ _
_ Billie [A] Jean, Black [G#m] Fonda, [F#m] _ [C#] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black [C#m] Fonda, [F#m] _ [C#m] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black Fonda, _ _ [C#] Billie [F#m] Jean,
[C#] Don't call me Billie Jean, Woo!
_ [F#m] How about you sing?
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ [G#m] I [F#m] am [C#] _
[Bm] the one who will dance on the floor in the loud [G#m] room.
[F#m] She [G#m] said I [Bm] am the one who would dance on the floor every round.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#m] She told me her name was Billie Jean, and she caused me to sing.
And [G#m] if he had closed [F#m] his eyes to me, [B] he would be [Bm] the one _ who would dance on the floor [F#m] every round.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _
_ [D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young [F#m] girls cry. _
[D] And mother always told me, [F#m] be careful who you love.
[D] Be careful what you do, [C#m] until the love becomes a truth.
[F#m] And I feel it's real, that my love, _ [G#m] she's the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [E]
I am, [Bm] _ _ _ but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] She [G#m] said I am [Bm] the one, but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
[G#m] And I'm [F#m] not sick.
[G#m] _
_ [C#] _ For the days and the forty nights, I was on the side of who could stand with [C#m] me in the [B]
baddest of [F#] days.
For the days, I was on [F#] the side of _ who could stand with me in the baddest of days.
She [C#] gave my strong [Bm] advice, but I still remember you all the [F#m] same time.
[G#m] _ _ [F#m] Do [B] things [C#] right.
She told my baby, [C#m] dance to free, [G#m] and she looked at [C#] me, and showed a photo.
[F#m] Her [C#] eyes were [F#] like mine.
Don't dance [Bm] on the floor, when [F#m] the world is [G#m] _ [F#m] around me.
_ [C#] _
[D] People always told me, [F#m] be careful what you do.
[D] Don't go around making young girls [F#m] cry. _
[D] But the game is still right behind me.
[F#m] I feel the smell as we were few.
[D] This happening very soon.
[C#m] I see you all in the room.
And I [F#m] feel it's real, that my [G#m]
love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[F#m] She said [A] I am, [Bm] _ _ but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
I feel the _ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] smell [C#]
as [F#m] we were few.
[G#m] I feel it's real, [A] that my love, [F#m] she's [G#m] the sick girl.
[C#] She said I am, [Bm] but _ _ the kid is not [F#m] my son.
_ _ She said [C#] I am, [Bm] _ but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
_ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] She said I am, [F#] _ but the kid is not my son.
[C#m] I _ feel [F#] the smell as we were few.
I feel it's real, [F#m] that my [G#m] love, _ [C#] she's the sick girl.
She said I [Bm] am, _ but the kid is not my [F#m] son.
No, no, [C#m] no, [F#m] no, no, [C#] _
[Bm] no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
She said I am, but the kid is not [F#m] my son.
_ _ She said I am, but the kid is [F#m] _ _ _
not my son.
Break my [C#] heart, babe. _ _ _
_ Billie [A] Jean, Black [G#m] Fonda, [F#m] _ [C#] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black [C#m] Fonda, [F#m] _ [C#m] Billie Jean, [F#m] Black Fonda, _ _ [C#] Billie [F#m] Jean,
[C#] Don't call me Billie Jean, Woo!
_ [F#m] How about you sing?
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _