Cifras
Tin Pan Alley

Tono: A

Introducción:  G   G  

 Am                                           F 
The cats are all crazy, Mona Lisa
 Am                             F 
They try to say my future is stone
 Am                             F 
They say they make all the right calls
                           C                                                   G 
To all the right numbers that the fat cats know
 Am                                                           F 
But these wheels were made for burning
 Am                                             F 
And these wings weren't meant to last
 Am                                                         F 
In the end it's all fireworks and smoke rings
   C                                             G 
A treacherous road baby, try not to crash
 F                                                                   Am 
And keep your singing voice golden
     F                         C           G 
And put your red shoes on
 C                                     Am 
I just want to sing motown, soul
 F                                                       C                     G 
And buy my baby something nice to take home
 Am                       G                                                         F 
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
 C                             G 
I just wanna dance...
 Am                       G                             F 
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
 C                           G 
I just wanna dance
 Am                                         F 
After all it's just a crazy dream baby
 Am                                                 F 
All these good cards burn up in a flash
 Am                                               F 
My, my it's getting late Cinderella
         C                                                                 G 
Not long before these dresses turn right back to rags
 Am                                               F 
And don't forget about my homeboy
 Am                                           F 
We almost died at them gates
 Am                                                                             F 
Thank the good Lord for sending his angels...
 C                                                           G 
In a '49 Mercury for a lightning fast getaways
 F                                                                   Am 
And keep your singing voice golden
     F                         C           G 
And put your red shoes on
 C                                     Am 
I just want to sing motown, soul
 F                                                       C                     G 
And buy my baby something nice to take home
 Am                       G                                                         F 
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
 C                             G 
I just wanna dance...
 Am                       G                             F 
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
 C                           G 
I just wanna dance
 G                         C                       F 
And not your friends, they all want to sell your blood
 G                     C                 F 
And isn't that why everybody signs up
 Am                             F 
Forget it baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac
 C                                                                           G 
And keep your feet dancing before they say you're too old
 G                         C                       F 
And not your friends, they all want to sell your blood
 G                     C                 F 
And isn't that why everybody signs up
 Am                             F 
Forget it baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac
 C                                                                           G                                         C 
And keep your feet dancing before they say you're too old (and)
 F                                                                   Am 
And keep your singing voice golden
     F                         C           G 
And put your red shoes on
 C                                     Am 
I just want to sing rock and roll
 F                                                       C                     G 
And buy my baby something nice to take home
 F                                                                   Am 
And keep your singing voice golden
     F                         C           G 
And put your red shoes on
 C                                       G       Am 
I just want to sing motown, soul
 F                                                 C                         G 
And buy my baby something nice she can take home
 F                                                                   Am 
And keep your singing voice golden
     F                         C           G 
And put your red shoes on
 C                                     Am 
I just want to sing rhythm and blues
 F                                         C                     G 
And crack this old heart made of stone