Tom: A
A
F#m
D
We skipped the light fandango
Bm
E7
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
E
C#m
E7
A
I was feeling kinda seasick
F#m
D
but the crowd called out for more
Bm
E7
The room was humming harder
E
C#m
E7
A
as the ceiling flew away
F#m
D
When we called out for another drink
Bm
the waiter brought a tray
E7
E
E7
A E
F#m
D
And so it was that later
Bm
E7
as the miller told his tale
E
E7
C#m
E
that her face, at first just ghostly
A
D
A
E7
turned a whiter shade of pale
A
F#m
D
She said, There is no reason
Bm
E7
and the truth is plain to see
E
C#m
E7
A
But I wandered through my playing cards
F#m
D
and would not let her be
Bm
E7
one of sixteen vestal virgins
E
C#m
E7
A
who were leaving for the coast
F#m
D
and although my eyes were open
Bm
they might have just as well been closed
E7
E
E7
A E
F#m
D
And so it was that later
Bm
E7
as the miller told his tale
E
E7
C#m
E
that her face, at first just ghostly
A
D
A
E7
turned a whiter shade of pale
A
F#m
D
Bm
E
C#m
E
A
D
E
E7
E
E7
A E
F#m
D
And so it was that later
Bm
E7
as the miller told his tale
E
E7
C#m
E
that her face, at first just ghostly
A
D
A
E7
turned a whiter shade of pale
A
F#m
D
Bm
E
C#m
E
A
D
E