F

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1-я

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1

C

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Bb

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3

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Dm

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1-я

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F/Em

нет аппликатуры

Gm

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1-я

4

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3

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2

Fm

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1-я

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1

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1

Fm/A

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VI

1-я

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Eb

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1

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F-F/Gm-F/A

нет аппликатуры

Db

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Ab~Fm

нет аппликатуры

A

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3-я

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D

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3-я

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Am

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Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

F -F/Em -Dm -C -Bb -C -F

Gm           Bb           C
When are you gonna come down
Fm           Fm/A      Bb
When are you going to land
  Eb                        C
I should have stayed on the farm
              F                     F-F/Gm-F/A
I should have listened to my old man
Bb                         C
You know you can't hold me forever
F                     Bb
I didn't sign up with you
    Eb                     C
I'm not a present for your friends to open
      F
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
Db Eb Ab~Fm Db C
F                       A
So goodbye yellow brick road
          Bb              F
Where the dogs of society howl
    D                      Gm
You can't plant me in your penthouse
C                    F F/Em
I'm going back to my plough
Dm                      Am
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Bb                     Db
Hunting the horny back toad
        F        Am                Dm
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Bb         C               Db Eb Ab~Fm Db C F
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground