Chords for The Levee - The Other Favorites - Paris 2019
Tempo:
107.125 bpm
Chords used:
F#
F#m
G#m
D#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [D#m] [G#m]
[F#] [F#m] [F#]
[B]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
So [G#m] he [F#] drives a caravan, [A#m] [G#m] his belt buckles [F#] down on [A#m] me, [G#m] treats you [F#] like a [A#m] lady, [D] yes he does
He [G#m] tells you you [C#] were underrated, [E]
[F#] it feels like nothing will go wrong but when the living
[D#m] close and the tears [B] flow down [F#] your face will it [F#m] feel the same?
[F#] I don't know.
When [B] [A#m] the [D#m] curtains close [G#] and you're standing [F#] all alone, and with [F#m] your pretty eyes to show
that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#]
[G#m] So he went to [A#m] Harlem, [G#m] built schools [F#] down in [G#] Guantanamo.
[G#m]
He says every Tuesday [F#] night was wrong, yes it [G#m] does.
Look I get in the [C#] man's six-five pool out of Maryland, [F#] I'm out of stage, [B] here [F#] we come.
When the living [D#m]
close [F#] and the tears flow down your face will [F#m] it feel the same?
I [F#] don't know.
[B]
When the curtains [D#m] close [C#] and you're standing [F#] all alone, and with your [Bm] pretty eyes to [F#] show
that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#] [F#m]
[F#]
[F#m] There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, [F#] there's always
stang in the street, there's always ghosts in your past.
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, you know.
When the living [D#m]
close [F#] and the tears flow down your face will it feel [F#m] the same?
I don't know.
When the [Fm] curtains [D#m] close [F#] and you're standing all alone, and with your [F#m] pretty eyes [F#] to show
that [F#m] you played this game.
[F#] There's
[F#m] always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
When the curtains close and you're standing all alone, and with your pretty [B] eyes to show
that you played this game.
[F#] There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
ghosts in your past.
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, you know.
[B] [F#m] [G#]
[F#] [A#]
[N]
[F#] [F#m] [F#]
[B]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
So [G#m] he [F#] drives a caravan, [A#m] [G#m] his belt buckles [F#] down on [A#m] me, [G#m] treats you [F#] like a [A#m] lady, [D] yes he does
He [G#m] tells you you [C#] were underrated, [E]
[F#] it feels like nothing will go wrong but when the living
[D#m] close and the tears [B] flow down [F#] your face will it [F#m] feel the same?
[F#] I don't know.
When [B] [A#m] the [D#m] curtains close [G#] and you're standing [F#] all alone, and with [F#m] your pretty eyes to show
that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#]
[G#m] So he went to [A#m] Harlem, [G#m] built schools [F#] down in [G#] Guantanamo.
[G#m]
He says every Tuesday [F#] night was wrong, yes it [G#m] does.
Look I get in the [C#] man's six-five pool out of Maryland, [F#] I'm out of stage, [B] here [F#] we come.
When the living [D#m]
close [F#] and the tears flow down your face will [F#m] it feel the same?
I [F#] don't know.
[B]
When the curtains [D#m] close [C#] and you're standing [F#] all alone, and with your [Bm] pretty eyes to [F#] show
that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#] [F#m]
[F#]
[F#m] There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, [F#] there's always
stang in the street, there's always ghosts in your past.
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, you know.
When the living [D#m]
close [F#] and the tears flow down your face will it feel [F#m] the same?
I don't know.
When the [Fm] curtains [D#m] close [F#] and you're standing all alone, and with your [F#m] pretty eyes [F#] to show
that [F#m] you played this game.
[F#] There's
[F#m] always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
When the curtains close and you're standing all alone, and with your pretty [B] eyes to show
that you played this game.
[F#] There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
ghosts in your past.
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, you know.
[B] [F#m] [G#]
[F#] [A#]
[N]
Key:
F#
F#m
G#m
D#m
B
F#
F#m
G#m
_ [F#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ So _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ he [F#] drives a caravan, _ [A#m] _ _ [G#m] his _ belt buckles [F#] down on [A#m] me, _ _ [G#m] treats _ _ you [F#] like a [A#m] lady, [D] yes he does
He [G#m] _ tells you you [C#] were _ underrated, _ _ [E] _
[F#] it feels like nothing will go wrong but when the living
[D#m] close _ and the tears [B] flow down [F#] your face will it [F#m] feel the same?
[F#] I don't know.
_ When _ [B] _ _ [A#m] the [D#m] curtains _ close [G#] and you're standing [F#] all _ alone, and with [F#m] your pretty _ eyes to show
_ _ that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ So he went to [A#m] Harlem, _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ built schools [F#] down in _ [G#] Guantanamo.
_ _ _ [G#m]
He says every Tuesday [F#] night was wrong, _ yes it [G#m] does.
Look I get in the [C#] man's six-five pool out of Maryland, [F#] I'm out of stage, [B] here [F#] we come.
When the living [D#m] _
close [F#] and the tears flow down your face will [F#m] it feel the same?
I [F#] _ don't know.
_ [B] _
When the curtains [D#m] _ close [C#] and you're standing [F#] _ all alone, and with your [Bm] pretty _ _ eyes to [F#] show _
that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, [F#] there's always
stang in the street, there's always ghosts in your past.
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, you know.
_ When the living [D#m]
close _ [F#] and the tears flow down your face will it feel [F#m] the same?
I don't know. _ _ _ _
_ When the [Fm] curtains _ [D#m] _ close [F#] and you're standing _ all _ alone, and with your [F#m] pretty _ eyes [F#] to show
that _ _ [F#m] you played this game.
_ [F#] _ _ There's _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ always rocks _ in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
When the curtains close and you're standing all alone, and with your pretty [B] eyes to show
that you played this game.
[F#] There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
ghosts in your past.
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, _ you know.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [A#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ So _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ he [F#] drives a caravan, _ [A#m] _ _ [G#m] his _ belt buckles [F#] down on [A#m] me, _ _ [G#m] treats _ _ you [F#] like a [A#m] lady, [D] yes he does
He [G#m] _ tells you you [C#] were _ underrated, _ _ [E] _
[F#] it feels like nothing will go wrong but when the living
[D#m] close _ and the tears [B] flow down [F#] your face will it [F#m] feel the same?
[F#] I don't know.
_ When _ [B] _ _ [A#m] the [D#m] curtains _ close [G#] and you're standing [F#] all _ alone, and with [F#m] your pretty _ eyes to show
_ _ that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ So he went to [A#m] Harlem, _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ built schools [F#] down in _ [G#] Guantanamo.
_ _ _ [G#m]
He says every Tuesday [F#] night was wrong, _ yes it [G#m] does.
Look I get in the [C#] man's six-five pool out of Maryland, [F#] I'm out of stage, [B] here [F#] we come.
When the living [D#m] _
close [F#] and the tears flow down your face will [F#m] it feel the same?
I [F#] _ don't know.
_ [B] _
When the curtains [D#m] _ close [C#] and you're standing [F#] _ all alone, and with your [Bm] pretty _ _ eyes to [F#] show _
that you [F#m] played this game.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, [F#] there's always
stang in the street, there's always ghosts in your past.
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, you know.
_ When the living [D#m]
close _ [F#] and the tears flow down your face will it feel [F#m] the same?
I don't know. _ _ _ _
_ When the [Fm] curtains _ [D#m] _ close [F#] and you're standing _ all _ alone, and with your [F#m] pretty _ eyes [F#] to show
that _ _ [F#m] you played this game.
_ [F#] _ _ There's _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ always rocks _ in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
You might think that you can't hide, you might think that you can't cope, you might bottle
When the curtains close and you're standing all alone, and with your pretty [B] eyes to show
that you played this game.
[F#] There's always rocks in the street, there's always stems in your grass, there's always
ghosts in your past.
it up inside, but oh, you should've known, _ you know.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [A#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _