Roll On Arte Chords by The Felice Brothers
Tempo:
127.15 bpm
Chords used:
C
Bb
Gm
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[G] Oh the [F] turbines pound, [C] your plane touches [Bb] down, the [C] captain catches [Bb] your eye.
[Gm] And all the city [F] crows [C]
perched [Bb] high in rows, [Gm] on [C] wires watch [Bb] you walk by.
[Gm] All [G] your hair [F] has [C] changed, your room's [Bb] rearranged,
[C] someone's been sleeping [Bb]
inside.
[Gm] And their curtains [F] [C] close on all your [Bb] windows, [Gm] to block [C] out the fried [Bb] chicken sign.
[Dm]
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, oh your [C] heart's too good for [Bb] this town.
[F] Your [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, the mic's so [C] sorry [Bb] mannequin frown.
The
[Gm]
porter [F] sings [C]
[D] as [Bb] he begins to clean [C] up the mess that [Bb] we've made.
Then [Gm] their Christmas [F] trees [C] are cast [Bb] down the streets, and garbage [C] trucks block [Bb] Hooper Lane.
[Gm] Well my head's [F] in pain, [C] but I can't [Bb] complain, because my sweetheart [C] waits [Bb] down the line.
[Gm] And in a while [F] we'll be [C] in a house [Bb] by the sea, and [C] Eva's just in [Bb] my mind.
[F]
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, your [C] heart's too good for [Gm] this town.
[F] Your [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, the mic's [Gm] sorry [C] [D] [Bb] American frown.
[Gm] Oh my mouth [F] ain't fed, [C] my lips ain't cherry [Bb] red, and my grin [C] might show my [Bb] bad teeth.
[Gm] And all the people [F] I pass, [C] they give [Bb] me a glance, as if I'm [C] some low [Bb]-class thief.
[Gm] But to you I'm [F] fine, [C] and I'm in [Bb] your mind, [C] even if I'm not [Bb]
around.
[Gm] And my arms [F] are strong, and [C] that's where [Gm] you [Bb] belong, given [C] the love that [Bb] we found.
[Dm]
[C] Roll on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, your [Gm] heart's [C] too good for [Bb] this town.
[F] My [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, you're so [Gm] [C] sorry Marilyn [Bb]
frown.
[Gm] You're so [C] sorry Marilyn [F]
frown.
[N]
[G] Oh the [F] turbines pound, [C] your plane touches [Bb] down, the [C] captain catches [Bb] your eye.
[Gm] And all the city [F] crows [C]
perched [Bb] high in rows, [Gm] on [C] wires watch [Bb] you walk by.
[Gm] All [G] your hair [F] has [C] changed, your room's [Bb] rearranged,
[C] someone's been sleeping [Bb]
inside.
[Gm] And their curtains [F] [C] close on all your [Bb] windows, [Gm] to block [C] out the fried [Bb] chicken sign.
[Dm]
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, oh your [C] heart's too good for [Bb] this town.
[F] Your [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, the mic's so [C] sorry [Bb] mannequin frown.
The
[Gm]
porter [F] sings [C]
[D] as [Bb] he begins to clean [C] up the mess that [Bb] we've made.
Then [Gm] their Christmas [F] trees [C] are cast [Bb] down the streets, and garbage [C] trucks block [Bb] Hooper Lane.
[Gm] Well my head's [F] in pain, [C] but I can't [Bb] complain, because my sweetheart [C] waits [Bb] down the line.
[Gm] And in a while [F] we'll be [C] in a house [Bb] by the sea, and [C] Eva's just in [Bb] my mind.
[F]
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, your [C] heart's too good for [Gm] this town.
[F] Your [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, the mic's [Gm] sorry [C] [D] [Bb] American frown.
[Gm] Oh my mouth [F] ain't fed, [C] my lips ain't cherry [Bb] red, and my grin [C] might show my [Bb] bad teeth.
[Gm] And all the people [F] I pass, [C] they give [Bb] me a glance, as if I'm [C] some low [Bb]-class thief.
[Gm] But to you I'm [F] fine, [C] and I'm in [Bb] your mind, [C] even if I'm not [Bb]
around.
[Gm] And my arms [F] are strong, and [C] that's where [Gm] you [Bb] belong, given [C] the love that [Bb] we found.
[Dm]
[C] Roll on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, your [Gm] heart's [C] too good for [Bb] this town.
[F] My [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, you're so [Gm] [C] sorry Marilyn [Bb]
frown.
[Gm] You're so [C] sorry Marilyn [F]
frown.
[N]
Key:
C
Bb
Gm
F
G
C
Bb
Gm
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Oh the [F] turbines pound, [C] your plane touches [Bb] down, the [C] captain catches [Bb] your eye.
_ [Gm] And all the city [F] crows [C] _
perched [Bb] high in rows, [Gm] on [C] wires watch [Bb] you walk by.
_ [Gm] All [G] your hair [F] has [C] changed, your room's [Bb] _ _ rearranged, _
[C] someone's been sleeping [Bb] _
inside.
_ [Gm] And their curtains [F] _ [C] close on all your [Bb] _ windows, [Gm] to block [C] out the fried [Bb] chicken sign.
_ _ [Dm] _ _
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll _ on, _ oh your [C] heart's too good for [Bb] this town.
_ _ [F] Your _ [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, _ _ the mic's so [C] sorry _ [Bb] mannequin frown.
The _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _
porter [F] _ sings [C] _
[D] as [Bb] he _ begins to clean [C] up the mess that [Bb] we've made.
_ Then [Gm] their Christmas [F] _ trees [C] are cast [Bb] down the streets, and garbage [C] trucks block [Bb] Hooper Lane.
_ [Gm] Well my head's [F] in pain, [C] but I can't [Bb] complain, because my sweetheart [C] waits [Bb] down the line.
_ [Gm] And in a while [F] we'll be [C] in a house [Bb] by the sea, and _ [C] Eva's just in [Bb] my mind.
_ _ _ [F] _
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll _ on, _ your _ [C] heart's too good for [Gm] this town.
_ _ [F] Your _ [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, _ _ the mic's [Gm] sorry [C] _ _ [D] [Bb] American frown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] Oh my mouth [F] ain't fed, [C] my lips ain't cherry [Bb] red, and my grin [C] might show my [Bb] bad teeth.
_ _ [Gm] And all the people [F] I pass, [C] they give [Bb] me a glance, as if I'm [C] some low [Bb]-class thief.
_ [Gm] But to you I'm [F] fine, [C] and I'm in [Bb] your mind, _ _ [C] even if I'm not [Bb] _
around.
_ [Gm] And my arms [F] are strong, and [C] that's where [Gm] you [Bb] belong, _ given [C] the love that [Bb] we found.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[C] Roll on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, _ _ your [Gm] heart's [C] too good for [Bb] this town.
_ _ _ [F] My _ [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, _ _ you're so [Gm] [C] sorry Marilyn [Bb] _
frown.
_ _ [Gm] You're so [C] sorry Marilyn [F] _
frown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Oh the [F] turbines pound, [C] your plane touches [Bb] down, the [C] captain catches [Bb] your eye.
_ [Gm] And all the city [F] crows [C] _
perched [Bb] high in rows, [Gm] on [C] wires watch [Bb] you walk by.
_ [Gm] All [G] your hair [F] has [C] changed, your room's [Bb] _ _ rearranged, _
[C] someone's been sleeping [Bb] _
inside.
_ [Gm] And their curtains [F] _ [C] close on all your [Bb] _ windows, [Gm] to block [C] out the fried [Bb] chicken sign.
_ _ [Dm] _ _
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll _ on, _ oh your [C] heart's too good for [Bb] this town.
_ _ [F] Your _ [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, _ _ the mic's so [C] sorry _ [Bb] mannequin frown.
The _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _
porter [F] _ sings [C] _
[D] as [Bb] he _ begins to clean [C] up the mess that [Bb] we've made.
_ Then [Gm] their Christmas [F] _ trees [C] are cast [Bb] down the streets, and garbage [C] trucks block [Bb] Hooper Lane.
_ [Gm] Well my head's [F] in pain, [C] but I can't [Bb] complain, because my sweetheart [C] waits [Bb] down the line.
_ [Gm] And in a while [F] we'll be [C] in a house [Bb] by the sea, and _ [C] Eva's just in [Bb] my mind.
_ _ _ [F] _
Roll [C] on, Artie, [Bb] roll _ on, _ your _ [C] heart's too good for [Gm] this town.
_ _ [F] Your _ [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, _ _ the mic's [Gm] sorry [C] _ _ [D] [Bb] American frown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] Oh my mouth [F] ain't fed, [C] my lips ain't cherry [Bb] red, and my grin [C] might show my [Bb] bad teeth.
_ _ [Gm] And all the people [F] I pass, [C] they give [Bb] me a glance, as if I'm [C] some low [Bb]-class thief.
_ [Gm] But to you I'm [F] fine, [C] and I'm in [Bb] your mind, _ _ [C] even if I'm not [Bb] _
around.
_ [Gm] And my arms [F] are strong, and [C] that's where [Gm] you [Bb] belong, _ given [C] the love that [Bb] we found.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[C] Roll on, Artie, [Bb] roll on, _ _ your [Gm] heart's [C] too good for [Bb] this town.
_ _ _ [F] My _ [C] eyes cast through [Bb] the glass, _ _ you're so [Gm] [C] sorry Marilyn [Bb] _
frown.
_ _ [Gm] You're so [C] sorry Marilyn [F] _
frown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _