Queen Drowse

Tom: A Intro: 3x: D A Verso: D Dbm7 Bm7 G A7 It's the sad eyed goodbbye yesterday's moments I'll remember D Dbm7 Bm7 G A7 It's the bleak street weak kneed partings I recall D Db It's the mistier mist, the hazier days Bm7 A The brighter sun, and the easier lays G D There's all the more reason for laughing and crying D7M A When youre younger and life isn't too hard at all. ( D A ) 2x (Mesma progressão) It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages of tears The unending pleadings to waste all your good times on thoughs of your middle aged years It's the vertical hold of the things that you're told For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero There's all the more reason for living or dying When youre young and your troubles are all very small ( D A ) 2x Break: E Ab Out here on the streets we'd gather and meet A C D And scuff up the sidewalks with endlessly restless feet E Ab A Half of the time we'd broaden our minds more in the pool halls C D Than we did in the school halls. E Ab With the downtown chewing gum bums A Gb D A Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun. ( D A ) 2x (Mesma progressão) I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy, it aint easy at all Thinking it right, doing it wrong, it's easier from an armchair Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness Have my eggs paoched for breakfast I guess. ( D A ) I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Jimi Hendrix, he was good Let's try William the Conqueror Now who else do I like? Tabs: Intro: 3x It's the Verso 1 sad - eyed good - bye yesterday ... I remember. It's the bleak street weak - kneed partings I recall. It's the mistier mist, the hazier days, the brighter sun ... easier lays, and there's all the ... for laughing ... you're younger and ... too hard at all. Ponte: It's the... Verso 2: It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays, That bored you to rages of tears. It's the unending pleadings to waste all your good times, In thoughts of your middle-aged years. It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told, For the every day hero it all turns to zero, And there's all the more reason for living and dying, When you're young and your troubles are all very small. Ponte: Out here ... we'd gather ... scuff up the ... endlessly ... feet, and half ... broaden our ... more in the pool ... in the school hall, with the ... chewing gum bums, watching ... life ... and the fun. Verso 3: Never wanted to be the boy next door, Always thought I'd be something more, But it ain't easy for a small-town boy, It ain't easy at all. Thinking it right, doing it wrong, It's easier from an armchair. Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness, Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess. Outro: devagar