Intro:

(descending piano glissando)

piano arr. for guitar (2x: band enters 2nd time):

v v [Cm/G] v v v [Cm/G] v v v

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———3-3—3-4—3———–|-3-3—3-4—3——————-
———3-3—3-5—3——-3—|-3-3—3-5—3——————-
-5——-5-5—5-5—5——-3—|-5-5—5-5—5——————-
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Verse 2:

My Amazon six-triggered bride
[(Bb)]Now searching for a place to hide
[(Gm)]Still sees truth quite easily
[(Bb)]Shrouds all else in mystery
While madmen in top hats and tails
Impale themselves on six inch nails
And some Arabian also-ran
Impersonates a watering can

(repeat intro w/full band after each verse)

Verse 2:

Some Santa Claus-like face of note
Entreats my ears to set afloat
My feeble, sick, and weary brain
And I am overcome with shame
And hide inside my overcoat
And hurriedly begin to quote
And some Arabian sheik most grand
Impersonates a hot dog stand

Instrumental break:

(guitar solo over verse chords)

Verse 3:

Red Cross ambulance outside
Could only mean that I must hide
‘Til dusk and finally the night
When I will make a hasty flight
Across the sea and far away
To where the weary exiles stay
And some Arabian oil well
Impersonates a padded cell

Coda:

And some Arabian oil well
Impersonates a padded cell

(repeat intro; end cold on last Gm of 2nd repeat)

— another ace 60’s tab from Andrew Rogers

VERSE:
When I leave work every Friday
Try to play hard as I can

Exploring all
The different shades of living
‘Cos I’m that kind of man

I think of all the hard hours
So many closed doors

PRE-CHORUS:
So when it’s time for my sunshi-ine
Can’t help wanting more and mo-or-or-ore

CHORUS:
Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Don’t have time to take no rest
‘Cos every minute’s more holy to me
It makes me feel so free

INSTRUMENTAL:

VERSE:
Sometimes the wild nights go rolling
On into next day’s sun

Always smile when my head hits the pillow
‘Bout the time the trains start to run

E —————-
B -5-6-5———-
G ——-7-5-4-5–
D —————-
A —————-
E —————-

I think of all the bad times
So many slippery floors

PRE-CHORUS:
So when it’s time for my sunshi-ine
I am wanting more and more

CHORUS:
Sunday morning, Sunday morning
I Don’t have time to take no rest
‘Cos every minute’s more holy to me
It makes me feel so free

VERSE:
Always hope the weekend never ends
Work keeps stealing my best da-ays
Try to get around
All those twisted bends
While the light just ebbs away

I think of all the grey seas
So many lost shores

PRE-CHORUS:
So when it’s time for my sunshi-ine
I Can’t help wanting more and more

CHORUS:
Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Don’t have time to take no rest
‘Cos every minute’s more holy to me
It always makes me feel so free
That’s more holy to me
Sunday morning I’m so free

Intro: F Gm C

There’s too many women and not enough wine
Too many poets and not enough rhyme [Csus4-3]
Too many glasses and not enough time [C/E]
Draw your own conclusions [Bass/D]
Draw your own conclusions

My old dog’s a good old dog
My old man’s a silly old sod
The human face is a terrible place
Choose your own examples

Solo on: F Gm C F Gm C Dm G C F Bb C

Went to the river, but I could not swim
Knew I’d drown if I went in
Lost my faith in a terrible race

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# “Homburg”
# (Gary Brooker – Keith Reid)
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#Intro:
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Verse 1:

Your multilingual [G7/F] business friend
[Bb/F]Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled [G7/F]ashtrays
And the [Bb/F]lipsticked unmade bed
The mirror, a reflection
Has c[F/C]limbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found des[G7/F]cended
[Bb/F]And the ceiling was too tall

Chorus:

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You’d better take off your homburg [F/C]
‘Cause your overcoat is too long

[repeat intro]

Verse 2:

The town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they won’t turn backwards
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and moon will shatter
And the signposts cease to sign

[repeat chorus]

[repeat intro]

[repeat chorus]

[repeat intro]

[repeat chorus]

[repeat intro; fade]

— another ace 60’s tab from Andrew Rogers

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##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
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# “The Devil Came From Kansas”
# (Gary Brooker – Keith Reid)
#
#Intro (chords and rests as indicated):
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} / / } } } / / } } } /

Verse 1:

The Devil came from Kansas
Where he went to I can’t say
Though I teach I’m not a preacher
And I aim to stay that way
There’s a monkey riding on my back
Been there for some time
He says he knows me very well
But he’s no friend of mine

Chorus:

I am not a humble pilgrim
There’s no need to scrape and squeeze
And don’t beg for silver paper
When I’m trying to sell you cheese

/ } } / / } } /

Verse 2:

The Devil came from Kansas
Where he went to I can’t say
If you really are my brother
Then you better start to pray
For the sins of those departed
And the ones about to go
There’s a dark cloud just above us
Don’t scowl because I know

(repeat chorus)

Guitar solo:

Bb Eb Bb Eb (3X)
/ } } / / } } /

/ } } / / (drum fill)

Verse 3:

Though I never came from Kansas
Don’t forget to thank the cook
Which reminds me of my duty
I was lost though now I look
For the turning and the signpost
And the road which takes you down
To that pool inside the forest
In whose waters I shall drown

(repeat chorus)

Coda (guitar solo; repeat to fade)

/ } } / / } } /

— another ace 60’s tab from Andrew Rogers

Intro: Eb Dm G Bbm

Pailing well after sixteen days, a m[Bm/D]ammoth t[F#m/C#]ask was set [A/Bb]
Sack the town, [Em/G]and rob the tower, and [Bm/F#]steal the alp[Em/G]habet [B/D#]
Close the d[Bm/D]oor and [Am/C]bar the [Em/B]gate, but keep the windows clean
God’s al[Bm/D]ive ins[Am/C]ide a [Em/]movie! [Em/B]Watch the silver screen! [E/G#]
Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
Bloodhounds nosed[Em/G] around the houses, down dark alley[/D]s sailors crept[/D]
Six bells struck, the pot was boiling – soup spilled out on passers-by
Angels mumbled incantations, closely [Bm/F#]watched by God on high

Bass: Em (E,F#,G, A Bb C, C#,D) D ://:
Em +5-5 ://: F#m +5-5 ://: Bass G,A,Bb,C,C#,D,E,F#
Lightning struck out – fire and brimstone!

Boiling oil and shrieking steam!
[Dm/A]Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene

Bass: C,D,Eb,F,F#,G,A,Bb

Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream

Solo over BAss(E,F#,G, A Bb C, C#,D)x12 Eb G x2

Daybreak [Bb/F]washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
Windows pe[Bb/F]eped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall ta-a- ake
Those alive [Ab/C]will meet the prophets, t[G/B]hose at peace shall see G
their wake

This is actually a semitone higher on the recording but this key is slightly easier for guitar.

|D / / /|G(D bass) / D /|B7b9 / B7|
|Am(E bass) / Em /|C#7b9 / C#7|Bm(F# bass) / F#m|

[G(D] [bass)] Wash yourself and see your sorrow,

[Am(E] [bass)] make every pitcher clean

[Bm(F#] [bass)]Take a mop to swab the[D(A] flo[bass)]or

[C(G] [bass)] nd destroy the evi[G(D]l dr[bass)]eam

[G(D] [bass)] Counting houses full of lead,

[Am(E] [bass)] the evil eye on high

[Bm(F#] [bass)]The streets awash with blood [D(A]and [bass)]pus,

[C(G] [bass)] the new moon’s in th[G(D]e sk[bass)]y

[D(A] [bass)] God’s aloft, the winds are[C(G] rag[bass)]ing

[C(G] [bass)] God’s aloft, the winds a[G(D]re c[bass)]old

|B7b9 / B7|Am(E bass) / Em /|
|C#7b9 / C#7|Bm(F# bass) / F#m|

After leaving I was weeping

count it out in tolls

Watch the book, the page is turning

how the tale unfolds

(VERSE 3)
Inside every cancered spectre, inside-outside find your own
God’s aloft, the winds are raging – God’s aloft, the winds are cold

No matter how much I try to catch him up
He always seems to have a fuller cup

VERSE:
The envy nearly sends me to the brink
Sometimes I get so crazy I can’t think

He keeps on buying better sets of wheels
He don’t have no idea just how I feel

CHORUS:
He’s my neighbour (We’re the neighbours)
But I’m a craver (He’s a craver)
After more

He’s my neighbour (He’s my neighbour)
And I wish he didn’t have to live next door

VERSE:
I’m living in a semi, he’s in a detached
I wish his Jaguar would crash

His wife makes mine look like a sorry sight
I hear their wild loving through the night

INSTRUMENTAL:

CHORUS:
He’s my neighbour (I’m your neighbour)
I’m a craver (He’s a craver)
After more (More, more)

He’s my neighbour (I’m your neighbour)
But I wish he didn’t have to live next door (Door. door)

VERSE:
Voices of anger keep running through my head
Rage that makes me see bright red

His fence is of a much better quality
The flowers in his garden laugh at me (ha-ha, ha-ha)

CHORUS:
He’s my neighbour (We’re the neighbours)
But I’m a craver (He’s a craver)
After more

He’s my neighbour (He’s my neighbour)
And I wish he didn’t have to live next door

He’s my neighbour (We’re the neighbours)
I’m a craver (Considerably richer than you)
After more

He’s my neighbour (Do me a favour!)
But I wish he didn’t have to live next door (Dooooooooooooor?)

OUTRO:

intro Cm Fm G riff G B D F G

Who will search for Holy Grail
Past the edge beyond the veil
Who will come beyond the light
Far from reach beyond all sight
Who will share this bitter cup
let the wild dogs tear them up
let the cold winds blow them down
drive them deep beneath the ground

solo

riff Ab C Eb F G
intro Cm Fm G F#m E

Who will live in d[E/G#]arkest night
Dankest gloom and quietest quiet
Far from any human sound
Buried deep beneath the ground