Chords for The Blues Brothers 2000 - For The Music - Green Onions
Tempo:
157.05 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
B
F#
Bm
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is not being a very good mentor.
I ain't your mentor.
I don't even know what it means.
Just do me a favor and go away.
You're not the Elwood Blues I know.
The Elwood Blues I know once said that no pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush you get when the band hits that groove.
And the people are dancing and shouting and swaying.
And the house is rocking.
Yeah, that was me.
The music, man.
You know you miss the music.
Thanks, Buster.
[B]
[F#m] [B] [F#m]
[F#] [B]
[F#] [B] [F#]
[F#m] You may [Bm] go if you wish.
Remember this.
[E] Walk [F#m] away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your [C#m] vocations.
[F#] Leaving the [Bm] next generation with nothing [F#m] but recycled, digitally sampled techno grooves.
[F#] Quasi-synth rhythms.
[B] Pseudo [F#m]-songs of violence-laden gangster rap.
Acid pop and simpering saccharine [B] soulless slush.
Depart [F#m] now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American [B] legacies [C#m] of Robert Johnson, [F#]
[Bm] Muddy Waters,
Willie [F#m] Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, [F#] Blind Boy Fuller, Louis Jordan, Little Walter, Big [F#m] Walter, Sunny Boy Williamson 1 and 2,
Otis Redding, [B] Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber & Stoller, and Robert K.
Weiss.
Who is [F#m] Robert K.
Weiss?
[B] [C#m] Turn your backs [F#] now and [Bm] you snuff out the fragile [F#] candles of blues, R&B, and soul.
And when [B] those [F#m] flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished
because the music which has moved mankind through seven [Bm] decades leading to the millennium will wither and die.
On the vine of [F#] abandonment and neglect.
[C#]
[B] [F#m]
[C#] [C#m] [N]
I ain't your mentor.
I don't even know what it means.
Just do me a favor and go away.
You're not the Elwood Blues I know.
The Elwood Blues I know once said that no pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush you get when the band hits that groove.
And the people are dancing and shouting and swaying.
And the house is rocking.
Yeah, that was me.
The music, man.
You know you miss the music.
Thanks, Buster.
[B]
[F#m] [B] [F#m]
[F#] [B]
[F#] [B] [F#]
[F#m] You may [Bm] go if you wish.
Remember this.
[E] Walk [F#m] away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your [C#m] vocations.
[F#] Leaving the [Bm] next generation with nothing [F#m] but recycled, digitally sampled techno grooves.
[F#] Quasi-synth rhythms.
[B] Pseudo [F#m]-songs of violence-laden gangster rap.
Acid pop and simpering saccharine [B] soulless slush.
Depart [F#m] now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American [B] legacies [C#m] of Robert Johnson, [F#]
[Bm] Muddy Waters,
Willie [F#m] Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, [F#] Blind Boy Fuller, Louis Jordan, Little Walter, Big [F#m] Walter, Sunny Boy Williamson 1 and 2,
Otis Redding, [B] Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber & Stoller, and Robert K.
Weiss.
Who is [F#m] Robert K.
Weiss?
[B] [C#m] Turn your backs [F#] now and [Bm] you snuff out the fragile [F#] candles of blues, R&B, and soul.
And when [B] those [F#m] flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished
because the music which has moved mankind through seven [Bm] decades leading to the millennium will wither and die.
On the vine of [F#] abandonment and neglect.
[C#]
[B] [F#m]
[C#] [C#m] [N]
Key:
F#m
B
F#
Bm
C#m
F#m
B
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is not being a very good mentor.
_ _ I ain't your mentor.
I don't even know what it means.
_ Just do me a favor and go away. _ _ _
_ You're not the Elwood Blues I know.
The Elwood Blues I know once said that no pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush you get when the band hits that groove.
And the people are dancing and shouting and swaying.
And the house is rocking. _ _ _ _
Yeah, that was me.
_ The music, man.
You know you miss the music. _ _ _ _
_ Thanks, Buster.
_ _ _ [B] _
[F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ You may [Bm] go if you wish.
_ Remember this.
_ [E] Walk [F#m] away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your [C#m] vocations.
[F#] Leaving the [Bm] next generation with nothing [F#m] but recycled, digitally sampled techno grooves.
[F#] Quasi-synth rhythms.
[B] Pseudo [F#m]-songs of violence-laden gangster rap.
Acid pop and simpering saccharine [B] soulless slush. _ _ _
_ Depart [F#m] now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American [B] legacies [C#m] of Robert Johnson, [F#]
[Bm] Muddy Waters,
Willie [F#m] Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, [F#] Blind Boy Fuller, Louis Jordan, Little Walter, Big [F#m] Walter, Sunny Boy Williamson 1 and 2,
Otis Redding, [B] Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber & Stoller, and Robert K.
Weiss.
_ Who is [F#m] Robert K.
Weiss? _
_ _ _ [B] _ [C#m] Turn your backs [F#] now and [Bm] you snuff out the fragile [F#] candles of blues, R&B, and soul.
And when [B] those [F#m] flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished
because the music which has moved mankind through seven [Bm] decades leading to the millennium will wither and die.
On the vine of [F#] abandonment and neglect.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is not being a very good mentor.
_ _ I ain't your mentor.
I don't even know what it means.
_ Just do me a favor and go away. _ _ _
_ You're not the Elwood Blues I know.
The Elwood Blues I know once said that no pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush you get when the band hits that groove.
And the people are dancing and shouting and swaying.
And the house is rocking. _ _ _ _
Yeah, that was me.
_ The music, man.
You know you miss the music. _ _ _ _
_ Thanks, Buster.
_ _ _ [B] _
[F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ You may [Bm] go if you wish.
_ Remember this.
_ [E] Walk [F#m] away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your [C#m] vocations.
[F#] Leaving the [Bm] next generation with nothing [F#m] but recycled, digitally sampled techno grooves.
[F#] Quasi-synth rhythms.
[B] Pseudo [F#m]-songs of violence-laden gangster rap.
Acid pop and simpering saccharine [B] soulless slush. _ _ _
_ Depart [F#m] now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American [B] legacies [C#m] of Robert Johnson, [F#]
[Bm] Muddy Waters,
Willie [F#m] Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, [F#] Blind Boy Fuller, Louis Jordan, Little Walter, Big [F#m] Walter, Sunny Boy Williamson 1 and 2,
Otis Redding, [B] Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber & Stoller, and Robert K.
Weiss.
_ Who is [F#m] Robert K.
Weiss? _
_ _ _ [B] _ [C#m] Turn your backs [F#] now and [Bm] you snuff out the fragile [F#] candles of blues, R&B, and soul.
And when [B] those [F#m] flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished
because the music which has moved mankind through seven [Bm] decades leading to the millennium will wither and die.
On the vine of [F#] abandonment and neglect.
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ [N] _