[ Предположительная тональность: Em ] ************************************************************************ *******************************************by*foma********************** ********Mark*Knopfler*************************************************** ************************Shangr*la*************************************** *************************************Album*tab************************** ************************************************************************ 5.15 a.m. Capo: 1 Chords: Gm7 [3x0002] Intro: D 5.15 a.m. G snow laying all around a collier cycles home D A from his night shift underground past the silent pub Em primary school, workingmens club on the road from the pithead G the churchyard packed D with mining dead then beneath the bridge he comes to a giant car G a shroud of snow upon the roof D A a mark ten jaguar he thought the man was fast asleep Em silent, still and deep both dead and cold G shot through D Gm7 with bullet holes the one armed bandit man D came north to fill his boots came up from cockneyland Gm7 e-type jags and flashy suits put your money in pull the levers D watch them spin cash cows in all the pubs A but he preferred the new nightclubs nineteen sixty-seven Bm bandit men in birdcage heaven la dolce vita, sixty-nine G D A all new to people of the tyne D who knows who did what somebody made a call G they said his hands were in the pot D A that he'd been skimming hauls he picks up the swag Em they gaily gave away drives his giant jag G D Gm7 off to his big pay day the bandit man D came north to fill his boots came up from cockneyland Gm7 e-type jags and flashy suits the bandit man D came up the great north road up to geordieland to mine A the mother lode A D seams blew up or cracked G black diamonds came hard won generations toiled and hacked D A for a pittance and black lung crushed by tub or stone together Em and alone how the young and old G D A paid the price of coal eighteen sixty-seven Bm my angel's gone to heaven G he'll be happy there D A sunlight and sweet clean air D they gather round the glass Bm tough hewers and crutters child trappers and putters Em A Em the little foals and half-marrows who pushed A Em and pulled the barrows the hod boys G D and the rolleywaymen 5.15 a.m. ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ boom, like that Capo:3 Chords: Asus2 [x02200] G6 [320000] Intro: Em | G6 | Asus2 | C | Em | G6 | C :| Em i'm going to san bernardino G6 Asus2 C ring-а-ding-ding Em milkshake mixers G6 C that's my thing, now Em these guys bought G6 Asus2 C a heap of my stuff Em and i gotta see a good thing G6 C sure enough, now Em or my name's not kroc G6 Asus2 C that's kroc with a k' Em like crocodile' G6 C but not spelled that way, yeah Em it's dog eat dog G6 Asus2 C rat eat rat Em kroc-style boom, like that the folks line up all down the street and i'm seeing this girl devour her meat, now and then i get it, wham as clear as day my pulse begins to hammer and i hear a voice say: Em these boys have got this down C oughtta be a one of these D Em in every town these boys have got the touch C it's clean as a whistle D Em and it don't cost much wham, bam you don't wait long C shake, fries D Em patty, you're gone and how about that friendly name? C heck, every little thing D oughtta stay the same Em or my name's not kroc that's kroc with a k' like crocodile' but not spelled that way, now it's dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that you gentlemen ought to expand you're going to need a helping hand, now so, gentlemen well, what about me? we'll make a little business history, now or my name's not kroc call me ray like crocodile' but not spelled that way, now it's dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that well we build it up and i buy em out but, man they made me grind it out, now they open up a new place flipping meat so i do, too right across the street i got the name i need the town they sell up in the end and it all shuts down sometimes you gotta be an s.o.b. you wanna make a dream reality competition? send em south if they're gonna drown put a hose in their mouth do not pass go' go straight to hell i smell that meat hook smell or my name's not kroc that's kroc with a k' like crocodile' but not spelled that way, now it's dog eat dog rat eat rat kroc-style boom, like that ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ sucker row Capo: 5 Chords: A5 [x022xx] F5 [1x32xx] G5 [3x00xx] D5 [xx023x] Intro: A5 somebody's gotta crack a whip around here A5/G A5/F# F5 who's minding the store? shake it up sell some beer what's your G5 money maker for? A5 pay day we're packin' em in A5/G six-gun annie A5/F# and buffalo jill D5 A5 but who's to say G F5 C/G they'll be back again F5 for a refill? C/G F5 honey, you know the drill C/G | F5 | C/G | F5 | A5 ain't no left turn down sleepy time street you gotta be fast but you gotta stay loose thinking on your feet slick as grass through a goose we gotta rationalise the payroll is giving me chills you and me's getting organised it's kill or be killed honey, you know the drill G5 well they can all look down C/G G5 on sucker row C/G but they all forget G5 the tallest trees C/G from acorns grow F5 G5 though they ain't yet i never look down C/G G5 on a sucker stake C/G they all pay the bills G5 i never gave a sucker C/G F5 an even break G5 and i never will A5 a beautiful vision keeps coming to me i see a miracle mile flying in for free service with a smile high rollers fancy hotels big time singers topping the bill you gotta have a feel for the stuff that sells call it a skill honey, you know the drill somebody's gotta crack a whip around here who's minding the store? shake it up sell some beer money walking through the door annie's arriving at a dangerous age don't you go getting ill get another woman up in the cage who ain't over the hill honey, you know the drill ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ the trawlerman's song Capo: 3 Chords: G7addF [323001] Intro: Am we're taking on water D diesel and stores G laying up awhile C before i'm back on board Am they're patching her up D G to go fishing again Am they're welding her rudder D scrubbing her keel G scars on her belly C need time to heal Am in the dock B7 with the trawlermen i know all the people there's nobody new soon we'll be leaving with the same old crew on the green water the tumbling sea they ain't running like the good old days time's just slipping down the old slipways in the dock so dear to me Am D G dark is the night Em i need a guiding light G to keep me Em from foundering D Am on the rocks D G my only prayer Em is just to see you there G at the end D of my wandering G G7addF back in the dock C | Am | D | Bm | F Em | B7 | F | Em i could use a layoff getting my strength back but there's a loan to pay off and a few skipjack so it's a turnaround back in the southerly wind pirates coming in to steal our gold you can count yourself lucky with a profit in the hold in the dock when we come in dark is the night i need a guiding light to keep me from foundering on the rocks my only prayer is just to see you there at the end of my wandering back in the dock ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ back to tupelo Capo: 2 Chords: Cm7 [x32000] Am around the time of clambake' movie number twenty-five you and the lying dutchman are still in overdrive you're as strong as when you started mississippi in your soul you can still be marlon brando G Am and the king of rock and roll it isn't just the records no, you must have hollywood the songs alone are not enough that much is understood you'll soon be back in memphis maybe then you'll know what to do the storylines they're giving you G Am Am/G are just not ringing true F Dm/F G C oh, it's a ways to go F Dm/F G C7 back to tupelo F Dm/F G C oh, it's a ways to go F Dm/F G back to tupelo Dm | G | Cm7 | F Dm | G | Cm7 | F Dm | G Am when you're young and beautiful your dreams are all ideals later on it's not the same lord, everything is real sixteen hundred miles of highway roll back to the truth and a song to give your mother in your first recording booth around the time of clambake' that old dream's still rolling on sometimes there'll be the feeling things are going wrong the morning star is fading lord, the mississippi's cold you can still be marlon brando and the king of rock and roll but it's a ways to go back to tupelo ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ our shangri-la Capo: No Chords: Esus2 [022200] Intro: E | Esus2 | E | F#m | A | E it's the end of a perfect day F#m for surfer boys and girls A the sun's dropping down in the bay E B and falling off the world E there's a diamond in the sky F#m our evening star A E B in our shangri-la get that fire burning strong right here and right now it's here and then it's gone there's no secret, anyhow we may never love again to the music of guitars in our shangri-la A Abm tonight your beauty burns F# F#m into my memory A the wheel of heaven turns above us endlessly E this is all the heaven we've got F#m right here where we are A E B in our shangri-la E | F#m | A | E | B this is all the heaven we've got right here where we are in our shangri-la ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ everybody pays Capo: No Chords: Em7 [021100] Asus2 [x02200] Intro: E Em7 | C#m C#m7 | A | E B | A | E | B | E A E Em7 i got shot off my horse A Asus2 so what? i'm up again A and playing in one of these E Em7 big saloons on main A you can come up here B take a look E Em7 around these sinners' dens A you're only ever going to find B B one or two real games F#m F#m/E nobody's driving B F#m me underground F#m/E B A B not yet anyway E Em7 but either on the strip A Asus2 or on the edge of town A Asus2 everybody pays E everybody pays to play E Em7 | C#m C#m7 | A | E B | E Em7 yeah, you ought to stay right where you are A Asus2 in sawdust land A it's probably the E Em7 safest place to be with your A B greasy little pork pies E Em7 A and your shoestring hands it makes B F#m no difference to me F#m/E all those directions B F#m which we never took F#m/E B A B to go our different ways E who went and wrote Em7 A Asus2 the oldest story in the book? A Asus2 everybody pays E everybody pays to play E Em7 | C#m C#m7 | A | E B | Bm | C# | F#m | B Em | A | D | F# Bm | C# | F#m | B Em | D | C | B E curl up inside Em7 A a boxcar dream Asus2 A and disappear with a couple E Em7 low roller friends A you were never one B for trouble E Em7 so get out of here A i knew the game B F#m was dangerous back then F#m/E but nobody's breezing B F#m through these swinging doors F#m/E B A B just ups and walks away E Em7 everybody has to leave A Asus2 some blood here on the floor A Asus2 everybody pays E Em7 C#m C#m7 everybody pays to play A Asus2 everybody pays E everybody pays to play E Em7 | C#m C#m7 | A | E B | A | E | B | E A E Em7 | C#m C#m7 | A | E B | A | E | B | E A ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ song for sonny liston Capo: 4 Chords: A5 [x022xx] A7 [x05655] Am6 [x04555] A5 so many mouths to feed on the farm sonny was the second to the last one born his mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad and he grew up wild good love he never had he had a left like henry's hammer a right like betty bamalam rode with the muggers in the dark and dread and all them sluggers went down like lead well he hung with the hoods he wouldn't stroke the fans but he had dynamite in both his hands boom bam like the slammer door the bell and the can and the bodies on the floor beware the bear's in town somebody's money says the bear's going down yeah, the bear never smiles A5/G sonny's going down A5/F# for miles and miles A5/F sonny's going down A5 for miles and miles the writers didn't like him the fight game jocks with his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks they didn't want to have a bogey man they didn't like him and he didn't like them D5 black cadillac alligator boots A5 money in the pockets of his sharkskin suits A7 some say the bear Am6 took a flop A7 they couldn't believe it when they saw him drop A5 he had a left like henry's hammer a right like betty bamalam rode with the muggers in the dark and dread and all them sluggers went down like lead joe louis was his hero he tried to be the same but a criminal child wears a ball and chain so the civil rights people didn't want him on the throne and the hacks and the cops wouldn't leave him alone beware the bear's in town somebody's money says the bear's going down yeah, the bear never smiles sonny's going down for miles and miles sonny's going down for miles and miles at the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor there was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer there was no investigation as such he hated needles but he knew too much criss-crossed on his back scars from his daddy like slavery tracks the second-last child was the second-last king never again was it the same in the ring he had a left like henry's hammer a right like betty bamalam rode with the muggers in the dark and dread and all them sluggers went down like lead they never could be sure about the day he was born a motherless child set to working on the farm and they never could be sure about the day he died the bear was the king they cast aside beware the bear's in town somebody's money says the bear's going down yeah, the bear never smiles sonny's going down for miles and miles sonny's going down for miles and miles ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ whoop de doo Capo: No Chords: D9 [x5455x] E9 [x7677x] E Ab7 if i'm over the moon C#m it's because i'm over you D9 Ab7 a day at a time C#m E9 and i'm tickety-boo A Ab7 i don't carry on C#m A7 the way i used to E/B B whoop de doo E whoop de doo E Ab7 if i'm doing great C#m it's because when i get home D9 Ab7 i don't go straight C#m E9 to my answerphone A Ab7 and the tears don't come C#m A7 the way they used to E/B B whoop de doo E whoop de doo D7 so many little things E C are so much better now Am B they were only the little things anyhow E Ab7 if i'm over the moon C#m it's because that's what i am D9 Ab7 funny that once C#m E9 i used to give a damn A Ab7 and i'd do anything C#m A7 in the whole wide world for you E/B B whoop de doo C#m F#7 whoop de doo E Ab7 anything C#m D7/C anything you'd want me to E/B B whoop de doo E whoop de doo ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ postcards from paraguay Capo: 6 Chords: Dsus2 [xx0230] Em6 [34200x] Intro: Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em G G/f# Em Em/D C one thing was leading to the next G D Dsus2 D G i bit off more than i could chew G/f# Em Em/D Em6 i had the power to sign the cheques D it wasn't difficult to do Dsus2/C Bm Em C i couldn't stay and face the music G D so many reasons why Dsus2/C B Em C i won't be sending postcards G from paraguay D B7/F# from paraguay Em G B7/F# Em from paraguay Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em i robbed a bank full of dinero a great big mountain of dough so it was goodbye companero and cheerio i couldn't stay and face the music so many reasons why i won't be sending postcards from paraguay Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em C | C G | G | G C | C | C G | B7 | B7 Em | B7 Em | i never meant to be a cheater but there was blood on the wall i had to steal from peter to pay what i owed to paul i couldn't stay and face the music so many reasons why i won't be sending postcards from paraguay ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ all that matters Capo: 1 Intro: A | Em | A | A | A | Em | A | D D my darling girl my darling girl you're all that matters D7 G in this wicked world A7 all that matters G A7 all that matters D my darling boy my darling boy D7 all of my sunshine G and all of my joy A7 you're all that matters D all that matters D well, i can't stop the pain G when it calls A7 i'm a man F# and i can't stop the rain Bm G when it falls, my darling A7 Em A7 who can? my darling girl my darling girl you're all that matters in this wicked world all that matters all that matters my darling friend my darling friend all we've got going is love in the end it's all that matters all that matters ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ stand up guy Capo: 2 Intro: D/A A D/A | A E | A brew the coffee in a bucket A/C# D double straight man and banjo A if you don't got the snake oil D E buster, you don't got a show A E who puts the doh-re-me A in our pockets A/C# D keeps the party going on? it's the man A who sells the potions E A i'm just one who plays the songs E now they generally buys the bigger size A they usually rub it in C# D A i drank it once, it tasted D E like grease and paraffin A E A it's mostly alcohol, okay A/C# D you can't deny it's strong A we was going through the motions E A til the doctor came along C#m D there stands the bottle A D ladies and gentlemen A D all these bottles E don't have to tell you, friends A E A these days miracles A/C# D don't come falling from the sky A D raise your glasses to the doctor A E A to a stand up guy D/A A D/A | A E | A when the monkeyshine is flying and he's promising the cure he says the french for your lovesick blues la maladie d'amour he gets the chumps all laughing but he gets a few to buy here's to beefsteak when you're hungry and whiskey when you're dry now the band'll blow their moolah like sailors gone ashore now we're going to west helena to gamble, drink and whore let's you and me all make whoopee here's mud in your eye here's to all the gals you ever want and heaven when you die there stands the bottle ladies and gentlemen all these bottles don't have to tell you, friends these days miracles don't come falling from the sky raise your glasses to the doctor to a stand up guy there's a big cheese with a cigar been sizing up the show he wants to get the doctor pitching on the radio i will make a switch to guitar but the rules all still apply they want to trust somebody yeah, they want a stand up guy there stands the bottle here's to absent friends all these bottles dead soldiers in the end these days miracles don't come falling from the sky raise your glasses to the doctor to a stand up guy to the doctor a stand up guy ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ donegan's gone Tuning: DADF#AD (Open D tuning) Licks: Main Lick: D e|0------------/4--------|0------------/4--------| B|-----0--------------0--|-----0--------------0--| G|-----0-----------------|-----0-----------------| D|-----0-----------0-----|-----0-----------0-----| A|-----------------------|-----------------------| E|0---------0------------|0---------0------------| Chord Bm: Chord Dsus4: e|---------0--------|-----------------0----------| B|---------2--------|-----------------0----------| G|---------0--------|-----------------1----------| D|---------0--------|-----------------2----------| A|---------2--------|-----------------0----------| E|------------------|----------------------------| Chord D/A: Chord D/F#: Chord D/G: e|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------| B|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------| G|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------| D|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------| A|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------| E|------------------|------4--|-----------5------| D Dsus4 Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan D Main Lick Donegan's gone D Gone, Lonnie Donegan Main Lick Donegan's gone D D/F# D/G Play that big grand coulee dam D/A Nobody loves like an irishman Bm Dsus4 Gone, Lonnie Donegan D Donegan's gone Main Lick D Dsus4 Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan D Main Lick Donegan's gone D Gone, Lonnie Donegan Main Lick Donegan's gone D D/F# D/G Lord, I'm just a rolling stone D/A Rock my soul I wanna go home Bm Dsus4 Gone, Lonnie Donegan D Donegan's gone Solo (I think it's not a problem to play that solo, and i didn't tab it) D Dsus4 Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan D Main Lick Donegan's gone Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone D D/F# D/G Stackalee and a gamblin' man D/A Rock my soul in the bosom of abraham Bm Dsus4 Gone, Lonnie Donegan D Donegan's gone Main Lick D Dsus4 Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan D Main Lick Donegan's gone Gone, Lonnie Donegan Donegan's gone D D/F# D/G Time just goes on rolling by D/A Lord, I feel like I could cry Bm Dsus4 Gone, Lonnie Donegan D Donegan's gone Main Lick End: Slide from any fret ~~ e|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------| B|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------| G|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------| D|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------| A|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------| E|-----------------------/-12-----------------------------| ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ ************************************************************************ don't crash the ambulance Capo: 2 Intro: Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B Am E don't often open up this floor since i handed in my gun Am what all these keys are for Am/G F now my tour of duty's done F/E you got to know the switches Dm Dm/C Dm/B now you got your turn E watch and learn, junior Am watch and learn Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B Am now you will get your E trouble spots here's one from down voodoo way bragged he had me Am by the you-know-whats Am/G F very funny, you don't say F/E Dm the big enchilada Dm/C Dm/B stealing elections E had to go down there F trash collection got his cojones E Am on my desk in there Am/G F made into a souvenir E set of cufflinks, nice pair Am the rest of him's Am/G F someplace up here F/E sometimes you got to Dm put a shoulder to the door C E not so fast, junior listen to your pa F F/E here, son Dm i'm handing over to you C G E don't crash the ambulance Am whatever you do Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B Am what we have here's E a dung hole place thought it was fly shit on the map Am fat bastard, ugly face Am/G F and the personal crap F/E you can't move the barriers Dm Dm/C Dm/B you can't mess with oil and gas had to go down there E stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass F fancy dress E medals chest Am it's all in here Am/G F for all the gigs gas mask E Am bullet-proof vest Am/G F all the usual rigs F/E Dm there'll be things they missed Dm/C Dm/B they didn't mention you've even E got a whistle in there Am for attracting attention Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B Am well, i think you're gonna E be okay, son you've had the tour, i guess these two buttons by the way Am this one i hope Am/G F you never press F/E some holy fool, just watch Dm Dm/C Dm/B who's not like you or me that one's the whole shooting match E right there it's the whole shitaree Am we don't forget E who put us here, jack that's page one we talk soft Am but carry a big stick Am/G F and pack the biggest gun F/E Dm we don't like accidents major or minor C you don't want yourself E an incident don't ever invade china F F/E here, son Dm i'm handing over to you C G E don't crash the ambulance F F/E here, son Dm i'm handing over to you C G E don't crash the ambulance Am whatever you do Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
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