Sheer Heart Attack 1974 Tenement Funster ! (Taylor) ! 2:46 ! intro ! I play it like this: |-----0---------0---------0---------0---------0----------------------------- |----0-0-------1-1-------0-0-------1-1-------0-0---------------------------- |---0---0-----2---2-----0---0-----2---2-----0---0--------------------------- |--2-----2---2-----2---2-----2---2-----2---2-----0-------------------------- |-----------0-------------------0------------------------------------------- |-0-------------------0-------------------0--------------------------------- |-----3---------1---------0---------3--------------------------------------- |----0-0-------0-0-------1-1-------4-4-------------------------------------- |---0---0-----0---0-----0---0-----3---3------------------------------------- |--0-----0---0-----0---2-----2---5-----5------------------------------------ |---------------------3---------6------------------------------------------- |-3---------3--------------------------------------------------------------- |-----2---------2---------2-------2-2-2-2----------------------------------- |----3-3-------2-2-------1-1------1-1-1-1----------------------------------- |---2---2-----2---2-----2---2-----2-2-2-2----------------------------------- |--4-----4---4-----4---4-----0----0-0-0-0----------------------------------- |-5---------4---------3-----------0-0-0-0----------------------------------- |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Text: My new purple shoes, bin' amazin' the people next door And my rock 'n roll 45's, bin' enragin' the folks on the lower floor I got a way with girls on my block Try my best be a real individual And when we go down to Smokies and rock They line up like it's some kinda ritual Oh give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair's a disgrace Or, just give me an open car, I'll make the speed of light outta this place I like the good things in life But most of the best things ain't free And this same situation, just cuts like a knife When you're young, and you're poor, and you're crazy But oh, give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair's a disgrace Or, just give me an open car, I'll make the speed of light outta this p |
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