Аккорды Elvis Presley - Trouble / Guitar Man

Intro to the ’68 Comeback Special (second half of “Trouble” not in the original)

[Verse 1]

C                             F C
If you're looking for trouble
                            G C
You came to the right place
                              F C
If you're looking for trouble
                             G C
Take a look right at my face
                       F C
I was born standing up
                 G C
And talking back

[Chorus 1]

N.C.                         C  C7
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
           F7 F                    C  C7
'Cause I'm evil, my middle name is misery
            G7 F7                 F           C
Well, I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me

[Verse 2]

                              F C
I've never looked for trouble
                   G C
But I've never ran
                       F C
I don't take no orders
                    G C
From no kind of man
                  F C
I'm only made out
                         G C
Of flesh, blood and bone

[Chorus 2]

N.C.                                          C     C7
But if you're gonna start a rumble, Don't you try it all alone
            F7  F                 C     C7
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery, whoa
          G7 F7                   F           C
Well, I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me

[Interlude] (transition)

C D A A A A

[Verse 3]

                    D
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, Left my mama a goodbye note

By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat
                 G                                          G7
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis, Got a room at the YMCA
             D7
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights, Just lookin' for a place to play
              A7                                      G7
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire, But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man

[Interlude]

D G G A A

[Chorus 3]

                     D
Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck
            D7
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck
             G
I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars
D7
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar, Makin' music on my guitar
               A7                                       G
I got the same old story at them all night piers, There ain't no room around here for a
       D
guitar man

[Interlude]

G C D

[Verse 4]

   G                                              G7
So I slept in the hobo jungles, Roamed a thousand miles of track
       D7
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama, At a club they call Big Jack's
           G7
A little four-piece band was jammin', So I took my guitar and I sat in
      E7                                            A7
I showed 'em what a band would sound like, With a swingin' little guitar man

Show 'em, son

[Interlude]

D F C D F C D E7 E E E E B7

[Outro]

                   E
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean, Find yourself down around Mobile
  E7                                                                E
Make it on out to a club called Jack's, If you got a little time to kill
   A
Just follow that crowd of people, You'll wind up out on his dance floor
E7
Diggin' the finest little five piece group, Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
   B7                                            A
Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band, Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin'
              E    D E7 D E7 D E   E! E!
little guitar man