Sunday Morning Paper Guitar Chords Turnpike Troubadours
[Intro]
E A E B E
E
Sunday morning paper said
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"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
A E
Somethin' hit me deep down in my soul
B Bmaj7 B7 E
Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll
[Verse 1]
A
Never one time did I ever
E
Dream you wouldn't live forever
C#m B Bmaj7 B7
Betcha never planned on gettin' old
E
Looked like you were born to lose
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Your slicked back hair and your prison blues
A E
Mother tried to keep you from that row
B Bmaj7 B7 E
Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll
[Instrumental]
E A E B E
[Verse 2]
E
Well you showed up from the underground
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Bakersfield, Tulsa-town
A E
An inch away from needin' crowd control
B E
Lord I know, Oh Lord I know!
[Verse 3]
A
Women, wine and Benzedrine
E
Out to break the Big Machine
C#m B
Gettin' off the low-down for the truth
A B
Fightin' at it fingernail and tooth
[Verse 4]
E
Somewhere between 10 and 2
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Someone's wishin' they were you
A E
Make a livin' off your highs and lows
B E
Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll
[Instrumental]
E A E B E
[Verse 5]
A
Never one time did I ever
E
Dream you wouldn't live forever
C#m B
Betcha never planned on gettin' old
A
Bangin' on a baby grand
E
Play that thing to beat the band
C#m B
Screamin' out for everything you're worth
A B
Well you dressed up like the greatest show on Earth
[Outro]
E
Sunday morning paper said
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"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
A E
I don't think I'll ever let it go
B E
Even though it's just Rock 'n' Roll