CAPO 3
INTRO G C G
The d[G]isc brakes dr[D/F#]ag,the chequered flag
[C] sw[Bb]eeps [Am]across the oi[Em]l-slick track.
[G] The young man's ho[D/F#]me; dry as a bone.
[C] His h[Bb]elmet of[Am]f, he waves:[Em] the crowd waves back.
[A7]One lap victory roll. [D]Gladi[Bm]ator sou[F#m]l.
The taker of the d[B7]ay in winning h[C]as to say,
[G]Isn't it gra[Bm]nd to be [C]playing to the [A7]stand,
dead or a[D]live.
[G]Isn't it gra[Bm]nd to be [C]playing to the [A7]stand,
dead or a[D]live.
rest the same
The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks,
touches the old man where he sleeps.
The nurse brings up a cup of tea ---
two biscuits and the morning paper mystery.
The hard road's end, the white god's-send
is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
The still-born child can't feel the rain
as the chequered flag falls once again.
The deaf composer completes his final score.
He'll never hear the sweet encore.
The chequered flag, the bull's red rag,
the lemming-hearted hordes
running ever faster to the shore singing,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
(some correction by Hakan)
ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME
[email protected]
INTRO G C G
The d[G]isc brakes dr[D/F#]ag,the chequered flag
[C] sw[Bb]eeps [Am]across the oi[Em]l-slick track.
[G] The young man's ho[D/F#]me; dry as a bone.
[C] His h[Bb]elmet of[Am]f, he waves:[Em] the crowd waves back.
[A7]One lap victory roll. [D]Gladi[Bm]ator sou[F#m]l.
The taker of the d[B7]ay in winning h[C]as to say,
[G]Isn't it gra[Bm]nd to be [C]playing to the [A7]stand,
dead or a[D]live.
[G]Isn't it gra[Bm]nd to be [C]playing to the [A7]stand,
dead or a[D]live.
rest the same
The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks,
touches the old man where he sleeps.
The nurse brings up a cup of tea ---
two biscuits and the morning paper mystery.
The hard road's end, the white god's-send
is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
The still-born child can't feel the rain
as the chequered flag falls once again.
The deaf composer completes his final score.
He'll never hear the sweet encore.
The chequered flag, the bull's red rag,
the lemming-hearted hordes
running ever faster to the shore singing,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
(some correction by Hakan)
ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME
[email protected]
