Tom: F
Introdução:
F
Sunday morning paper said
F7
"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
Bb F
Somethin' hit me deep down in my soul
C C7M C7 F
Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll
verse 1
Bb
Never one time did I ever
F
Dream you wouldn't live forever
Dm C C7M C7
Betcha never planned on gettin' old
F
Looked like you were born to lose
F7
Your slicked back hair and your prison blues
Bb F
Mother tried to keep you from that row
C C7M C7 F
Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll
Instrumental
F Bb F C F
verse 2
F
Well you showed up from the underground
F7
Bakersfield, Tulsa-town
Bb F
An inch away from needin' crowd control
C F
Lord I know, Oh Lord I know!
verse 3
Bb
Women, wine and Benzedrine
F
Out to break the Big Machine
Dm C
Gettin' off the low-down for the truth
Bb C
Fightin' at it fingernail and tooth
verse 4
F
Somewhere between 10 and 2
F7
Someone's wishin' they were you
Bb F
Make a livin' off your highs and lows
C F
Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll
Instrumental
F Bb F C F
Verse 5
Bb
Never one time did I ever
F
Dream you wouldn't live forever
Dm C
Betcha never planned on gettin' old
Bb
Bangin' on a baby grand
F
Play that thing to beat the band
Dm C
Screamin' out for everything you're worth
Bb C
Well you dressed up like the greatest show on Earth
Outro
F
Sunday morning paper said
F7
"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
Bb F
I don't think I'll ever let it go
C F
Even though it's just Rock 'n' Roll