Cifras
Tin Pan Alley

Tom: A

Introdução: G    G    

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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