Chords for Roger Daltry - Can't Call It Love
Tempo:
102.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
B
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
Mmm, it's the same rain, the same pain, the same picture in the same frame.
[E] Cold, cold, smoldering [D] hearts.
And it can't burst into flames, then again it can't go out.
My passion is a nightingale with a sore throat, but often in the Thames it's a wasted love.
It's a telephone ringing in an empty house, it's a motherless child.
[G] [E]
You can say it's a good [A] thing, you can say it's a [A] bad thing.
[G] You can call it anything you want, you can't [D] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't call it [G] love.
[A]
[D] Oh, I'm resting [G] on the stars, another [E] wishful one is waiting [D] in the wind.
[G] Because [D] when the last one puts you down,
[G] let's dry [A] your eyes and [D] fashion your new [G] crown.
Hot fox [D] girls and steel [G] strings.
You can say it's a good thing, you can say it's [A] a bad thing.
[G] You can call it [A] anything you want, you can't [B] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't [D] call it [G] love.
[A] You can't [D] call it [G] love.
[A]
[D] [G] Hey, [A]
[G] yeah, the green ground still standing, every change is a color creeping [D] through my dreams.
[Bm] Oh, yeah, [G] with a little ink from praying [Bm] with your world, it's already [A] on its knees.
And on and on and on and [D] on, my [G] nightmares are devil's daughter, [D] only [A] love.
Got [D] no control, no sense of time, just around.
And she [G] hollers from the dead of night, [A] it's a [D] homeless ghost.
[G] You can say it's [A] a good thing,
[G] you can say it's a [A] bad thing.
[G] You can call it anything [A] you want, you can't [D] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't call [D] [G] it love.
No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] No, [A] you
[D] [G] [D]
can't [G] call it love.
No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] [A] [D] [G] [B]
[D] [G] [B]
[D] [B]
Mmm, it's the same rain, the same pain, the same picture in the same frame.
[E] Cold, cold, smoldering [D] hearts.
And it can't burst into flames, then again it can't go out.
My passion is a nightingale with a sore throat, but often in the Thames it's a wasted love.
It's a telephone ringing in an empty house, it's a motherless child.
[G] [E]
You can say it's a good [A] thing, you can say it's a [A] bad thing.
[G] You can call it anything you want, you can't [D] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't call it [G] love.
[A]
[D] Oh, I'm resting [G] on the stars, another [E] wishful one is waiting [D] in the wind.
[G] Because [D] when the last one puts you down,
[G] let's dry [A] your eyes and [D] fashion your new [G] crown.
Hot fox [D] girls and steel [G] strings.
You can say it's a good thing, you can say it's [A] a bad thing.
[G] You can call it [A] anything you want, you can't [B] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't [D] call it [G] love.
[A] You can't [D] call it [G] love.
[A]
[D] [G] Hey, [A]
[G] yeah, the green ground still standing, every change is a color creeping [D] through my dreams.
[Bm] Oh, yeah, [G] with a little ink from praying [Bm] with your world, it's already [A] on its knees.
And on and on and on and [D] on, my [G] nightmares are devil's daughter, [D] only [A] love.
Got [D] no control, no sense of time, just around.
And she [G] hollers from the dead of night, [A] it's a [D] homeless ghost.
[G] You can say it's [A] a good thing,
[G] you can say it's a [A] bad thing.
[G] You can call it anything [A] you want, you can't [D] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] No, [A] you can't call [D] [G] it love.
No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] No, [A] you
[D] [G] [D]
can't [G] call it love.
No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] [A] [D] [G] [B]
[D] [G] [B]
[D] [B]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Mmm, it's the same rain, the same pain, the same picture in the same frame.
[E] Cold, cold, smoldering [D] hearts.
And it can't burst into flames, then again it can't go out. _ _ _ _
_ My passion is a nightingale with a sore throat, but often in the Thames it's a wasted love. _ _
It's a telephone ringing in an empty house, _ it's a motherless child.
[G] _ _ _ [E] _ _
You can say it's a good [A] thing, _ you can say it's a [A] bad thing. _
[G] You can call it anything you want, you can't [D] call it love.
[G] _ _ No, [A] you can't call it [G] love.
_ _ _ [A] _
[D] Oh, I'm resting [G] on the stars, another [E] wishful one is waiting [D] in the wind.
[G] _ _ Because [D] when the last one puts you down,
[G] _ _ let's dry [A] your eyes and [D] fashion your new [G] crown.
Hot fox [D] girls and steel [G] strings.
You can say it's a good thing, _ _ you can say it's [A] a bad thing. _
[G] You can call it [A] anything you want, you can't [B] call it love.
[G] _ _ No, [A] you can't [D] call it [G] love.
_ _ [A] You can't [D] call it [G] love.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ Hey, [A] _
[G] yeah, the green ground still standing, every change is a color creeping [D] through my dreams.
_ _ [Bm] Oh, yeah, [G] with a little ink from praying [Bm] with your world, it's already [A] on its knees.
And on and on and on and [D] on, my [G] nightmares are devil's daughter, [D] only [A] love.
Got [D] no control, no sense of time, just around.
And she [G] hollers from the dead of night, _ [A] it's a [D] homeless ghost. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] You can say it's [A] a good thing, _ _
[G] you can say it's a [A] bad thing. _
[G] You can call it anything [A] you want, you can't [D] call it love.
_ [G] _ _ No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] _ _ No, [A] you can't call [D] _ [G] it love.
No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
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_ _ [G] _ _ No, [A] you _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
can't [G] call it love.
_ No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Mmm, it's the same rain, the same pain, the same picture in the same frame.
[E] Cold, cold, smoldering [D] hearts.
And it can't burst into flames, then again it can't go out. _ _ _ _
_ My passion is a nightingale with a sore throat, but often in the Thames it's a wasted love. _ _
It's a telephone ringing in an empty house, _ it's a motherless child.
[G] _ _ _ [E] _ _
You can say it's a good [A] thing, _ you can say it's a [A] bad thing. _
[G] You can call it anything you want, you can't [D] call it love.
[G] _ _ No, [A] you can't call it [G] love.
_ _ _ [A] _
[D] Oh, I'm resting [G] on the stars, another [E] wishful one is waiting [D] in the wind.
[G] _ _ Because [D] when the last one puts you down,
[G] _ _ let's dry [A] your eyes and [D] fashion your new [G] crown.
Hot fox [D] girls and steel [G] strings.
You can say it's a good thing, _ _ you can say it's [A] a bad thing. _
[G] You can call it [A] anything you want, you can't [B] call it love.
[G] _ _ No, [A] you can't [D] call it [G] love.
_ _ [A] You can't [D] call it [G] love.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ Hey, [A] _
[G] yeah, the green ground still standing, every change is a color creeping [D] through my dreams.
_ _ [Bm] Oh, yeah, [G] with a little ink from praying [Bm] with your world, it's already [A] on its knees.
And on and on and on and [D] on, my [G] nightmares are devil's daughter, [D] only [A] love.
Got [D] no control, no sense of time, just around.
And she [G] hollers from the dead of night, _ [A] it's a [D] homeless ghost. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] You can say it's [A] a good thing, _ _
[G] you can say it's a [A] bad thing. _
[G] You can call it anything [A] you want, you can't [D] call it love.
_ [G] _ _ No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] _ _ No, [A] you can't call [D] _ [G] it love.
No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
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_ _ [G] _ _ No, [A] you _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
can't [G] call it love.
_ No, [A] you can't [D] call it love.
[G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
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