Bruce Springsteen - Wild Billys Circus Story - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: G ]

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The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
          C                     D                            G
And the fireeater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave,
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Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade,
                          G
Circus town's on the shortwave


         C            D                       G
Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn,
    C                     D                 G
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns,
        C                     D                G
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
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And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
                   G
Circus town's been born.



            C                                                                      G
Whoa and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin' up on that tightrope,
          C
With a cannon blast, lightin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Mars bent,
            G
He's gonna miss his fall,
                         D
Oh God save the human cannonball.



           C                                      G
And the flying Zambini's watch Marguarita do her neck twist,
           C                                           Am  D
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97.



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A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds,
           C                        D
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
                   Em                 D           C
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind,
          Bm                    Em            C
A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin,
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Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Em            G                  D
Jesus, send some sweet women to save all your clowns



    C                        B
And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire,
        C                      D                        G
And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire,
            C                    D             G                        C
And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire,
                     G
Circus town's on the live wire.



          C
And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
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And carries carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
          C                           G                  Dsus4       D
And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop,
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And the circus boss leans over and whispers in the little boy's ear,
     C                      G
Hey son you want to try the big top?
      C                     G
All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop.


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