Rocket Man

(início)

Gm7                              C7
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Gm7                C7
Zero hour, nine a.m.
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And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh,  as a kite by then
Gm7                            C7
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife,
Gm7                  C7
It's lonely out in space
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On such a ti-i-imeless flight
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And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
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'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find
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I'm not the man they think I am at home
             Bb               C
Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . .
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Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone
Gm7                                 C7
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
Gm7                  C7
In fact its cold as hell
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And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did
Gm7                              C7
And all this science, I don't understand
Gm7                         C7
It's just my job 5 days a week
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A Rocket,    ma  -an,     Rocket man
Bb                                            Eb
And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time...