Аккорды Electric Six - Egyptian Cowboy

A

A7
Strange raves on a Detroit bridge

A7
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach

A7
She was talking to the Buick

A7
She was cutting the tequila with bleach

A7
And she said to me

        Dm                    F
There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy

      A                    C
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
 
  Dm                         C                               A7
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill

A7
Hey, come on and kill.

(In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)

A7
I think this city could have used a woman's touch

A7
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such

A7
Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much

A7
Everybody here said I won't amount to much

A7
When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and

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Chills and blood to spill

             Dm                    F
But there's never any people on the people mover -

         A                    C
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
      
        Dm                 F                             A
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still

A
Standing still!

Eb                 Cm
These songs don't write themselves

      Ab                   F
I've got a music workshop run by elves

        Eb                Cm
Making dozens of records by the twelves

Ab                        F
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves

Eb
Let me state

Cm                Ab
My state of mind, mind, mind

          C#
Is just fine.

(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)

A7
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by

A7
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.

A7
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.

A7
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"

A7
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab

A7
And she said to me

        Dm                    F        
There's no such thing as an electric tuba

       A                   Cm
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba

     Dm                        F                          A
The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill

Yeah, kill!

Eb            Cm
My songs are tasty pies,

Ab                     F
Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies

        Eb                Cm
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys

Ab                      F
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies

Eb      Cm             Ab      C#
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?

(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)

A7
Shake that tambourine!

A7
Shake that shaker machine!

A7
Shake it, low.

A7
Shake it, high.

A7
Shake it.

A7
Shake it.

Outro:

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