[ Предположительная тональность: E ] Subject: Springsteen - Better Days >From backstreets-request@fuggles.acc.Virginia.EDU Mon Mar 9 13:53:38 1992 Received: by csd4.csd.uwm.edu; id AA09489; Mon, 9 Mar 92 13:53:35 -0600 Message-Id: Received: from fuggles.acc.Virginia.EDU by fuggles.acc.Virginia.EDU id aa12918; 9 Mar 92 14:39 EST Received: from nervm.nerdc.ufl.edu by fuggles.acc.Virginia.EDU id aa12914; 9 Mar 92 14:37 EST Received: from NERVM.NERDC.UFL.EDU by nervm.nerdc.ufl.edu (IBM VM SMTP V2R1) with BSMTP id 0970; Mon, 09 Mar 92 14:36:59 EST Received: from NERVM (SUZSHAW) by NERVM.NERDC.UFL.EDU (Mailer R2.08) with BSMTP id 3324; Mon, 09 Mar 92 14:36:59 EST Date: Mon, 09 Mar 92 14:33:10 EST From: Suzy Shaw Subject: Better Days Chords To: backstreets@fuggles.acc.Virginia.EDU Status: OR Better Days ----------- Well my soul checked out missin' as I sat listenin' E To the hours and minutes tickin' away. E c#-minor Yeah, just sittin around waitin' for my life to begin f#-minor While it was all just slippin' away f#-minor A Well I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come E For the train to come rollin' 'round the bend E c#-minor I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose f#-minor A women I can call my friend F#-minor A CHORUS 1: These are Better Days, baby A E Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' through E A These are Better Days, baby A E Better Days with a girl like you f#-minor A E Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss E It's like eatin' cavier in the dirt E c#-minor It's a sad funny ending when you find yourself pretending f#-minor To be a rich man in a poor man's shirt f#-minor A Now my ass was draggin from a passin' gypsy wagon E Your heart like a diamond shown E c#-minor Tryin' to lay it in your arms, count the lucky charms f#-minor Get out of these hard luck bones CHORUS 2 These are Better Days, baby A E Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' through E A These are Better Days, baby A E Better Days are shining through A B E : A c#-minor F#-minor A E Now a life of leisure, and a pirate's treasure E Don't make much for tragedy. E c#-minor It's a sad man, my friend, whose livin' in his own skin, f#-minor And can't stand the company. f#-minor A Every fools got a reason to feel sorry for himself E And turning his heart to stone E c#-minor Drag this fool half way to heaven, just a mile on to hell f#-minor And I feel like I'm comin' home! F#-minor A CHORUS 1 CHORUS 2 etc... Corrections welcome! Lyrics transcribed by: Roger Carasso carasso@inference.com Chords (and minor lyric changes) transcribed by: Suzy Shaw suzshaw@nervm.nerdc.ufl.edu