Tono: G
Introducción:
D B
All you folks back home
E F# A
I'll never tell you this
D Bm
You're not supposed to know
A
Where your daughter is
G A
There are ways of life
Bm
You never understood
A/B G
It's right here
A D A
Downtown Hollywood
G6 A
It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
Bm
I've got a stolen moment trying hard
A G
To write a kind of, kind of Christmas card
D7 Bm
Mama, dear
F#m A
All the love you gave
D Bm
I guess there's really nothing,
A
nothing much to save
G A
See this place,
Bm
is as dirty as I feel myself
G A
There are still some riches
D A
At the Roosevelt
G A
That evening prayer, those memories
Bm
In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees,
A G
That's where I'm at - Down in Los-Angeles
G A Bm
Oh, just think of the girl I used to be
A6 G A D
You were my age once, mama, Twenty-three
A G6 A
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
Bm
From that summer of love in '68
A G
Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
D6 Bm G F#m7A
Summer of love
D Bm G F#mA D Bm F#mA D Bm F#mA D Bm F#mA D
Winter of hate oohhh summer of love