(Drop D tuning)
transcribed by [email protected]
[A]
Main riff
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[Dm]Tropical night, Malaria moon
Dying stars of the silver screen
She danced that famous Gypsy dance
With a hole in her tambourine
[Dm]I was young enough and dumb enough
I swallowed down my Mickey Finn
She'd hijacked a few hearts all right
I went into a tailspin
[Bb]Don't sing me, [Dm7/A]don't sing me, [Gm7]don't sing me
[Bb/F]No more gypsy [Dm]love songs
[Bb]Don't sing me, [Dm7/A]don't sing me, [Gm7]don't sing me
[Bb/F]No more gypsy [Dm]love songs
Don't [Gm/D]stir it up a[Dm]gain
[Dm]I put my arm around her waist
Says she, young man, you're getting warm
The room was going somewhere without me
And she laughed as she read my palm
Chorus
[Am]Stillborn [E]love, [F]passionate [C]dreams, [Dm]pitiful [G]greed
And the [Am]silver [E]tongues of the [F]tinker [C]girls,
Who [Dm]throw their book of [Em]life at you
But [F]don't know how to [G]read
[Dm]She was third generation Transylvanian
I was the seventh son of a seventh son
I begged the band don't play that tune
Please don't beguine the begun
[Dm]When I awoke, she'd cut and run
She stole my blueprints and my change
Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed
And all it said was--strange
Chorus
transcribed by [email protected]
[A]
Main riff
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-|-0--0--0--3--0----|
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D|-------------0----|
[Dm]Tropical night, Malaria moon
Dying stars of the silver screen
She danced that famous Gypsy dance
With a hole in her tambourine
[Dm]I was young enough and dumb enough
I swallowed down my Mickey Finn
She'd hijacked a few hearts all right
I went into a tailspin
[Bb]Don't sing me, [Dm7/A]don't sing me, [Gm7]don't sing me
[Bb/F]No more gypsy [Dm]love songs
[Bb]Don't sing me, [Dm7/A]don't sing me, [Gm7]don't sing me
[Bb/F]No more gypsy [Dm]love songs
Don't [Gm/D]stir it up a[Dm]gain
[Dm]I put my arm around her waist
Says she, young man, you're getting warm
The room was going somewhere without me
And she laughed as she read my palm
Chorus
[Am]Stillborn [E]love, [F]passionate [C]dreams, [Dm]pitiful [G]greed
And the [Am]silver [E]tongues of the [F]tinker [C]girls,
Who [Dm]throw their book of [Em]life at you
But [F]don't know how to [G]read
[Dm]She was third generation Transylvanian
I was the seventh son of a seventh son
I begged the band don't play that tune
Please don't beguine the begun
[Dm]When I awoke, she'd cut and run
She stole my blueprints and my change
Just a horseshoe and a note on the bed
And all it said was--strange
Chorus