Tin Pan Alley

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C Am F 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 rights calls,
    C                              G
to all the right numbers that the fat cats know.
Am                     F
But these wheels were meant for burning,
Am                  F
these wings weren't meant to last.
Am                       F
And in the end it's all fireworks and smoke rings,
  C                        G
a treacherous road, baby, try not to crash.

C             Am                     F
And keep your singin' voice gold and
F         C         G
put your red shoes on.
C                  Am         F
I just wanna sing motown soul, and buy my baby
           C            G
something nice to take home and
Am       G              F
I wanna dance with the poor girls, Senora
Am     G          F      G
....I just wanna dance...

Am                         F
and after all it's just a crazy dream baby,
Am                       F
all the good cards burn up in a flash.
Am                      F
and my my it's getting late Cinderella,
     C                              G
how long before these dresses turn right back to rags?
   Am          F
And - don't forget about your home, boy,
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 lightning fast getaways.

C             Am                     F
And keep your singin' voice gold and
F         C         G
put your red shoes on.
C                  Am
I just wanna sing rock and roll,
F
And buy my baby
           C            G
something nice to take home and
Am       G              F
I wanna dance with the poor girls, Senora
Am     G          F      G
....I just wanna dance...

F              G             Am
they not your friends, they all wanna sell your blood.
F       G           Am
isn't that why everybody signs up?
F          G               Am
Forget it baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac.
     G
And keep them feet dancing, just keep them feet dancing now.
F              G             Am
They not your friends, they all wanna sell your blood.
F       G           Am
Isn't that why everybody signs up?
F          G               Am
Forget it baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac.
     G
And keep them feet dancing 'fore they say you're too old and

C          Am
keep your singin' voice gold
   F          C         G
and put your red shoes on
C          Am
keep your singin' voice gold
   F          C         G
and put your red shoes on
C                  Am
I just wanna sing rhythm and blues
F
and buy my baby something
 C            G
nice she can take home and
C                Am
we'll keep our singing voices gold and
F              C         G
we'll put our red shoes on
C                  Am
I just wanna sing motown soul
F                        C       G        C
and crack this old heart, baby, made of stone.

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