First version is the true octave

Second version is an octave higher and easier to play

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Take my love, take my land
3   3   3   -3” -2” -2” 2
Take me where I cannot stand
-2” -2” -2”   -3”   3   3
I don’t care, I’m still free
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You can’t take the sky fro-m m-e
-3” -3” -3” -3” 3   3
Take me out to the black
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Tell them I ain’t comin’ back
-2” -2” -2” 1   -3” 3   3
Burn the land and boil the sea
3   3     3   -3” -2” -2” 2 -2” 2
You can’t take the sky fro-m m-e
-3” -3” -3” 3 3 3
Have no place I can be
3   3   3   -3” -2” -2” 2
Since I found Serenity
-2” -2”   -2” 1 -3” 3   3
You can’t take the sky from me

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Take my love, take my land
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Take me where I cannot stand
-5   -5   -5   -6 6     6
I don’t care, I’m still free
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You can’t take the sky fro-m m-e
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Take me out to the black
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Tell them I ain’t comin’ back
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Burn the land and boil the sea
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You can’t take the sky fro-m m-e
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Have no place I can be
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Since I found Serenity
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You can’t take the sky from me

The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

Dr. Hook / Marianne Faithfull / Shel Silverstein

Diatonic Harmonica ( raised 8 semitones)

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The morn-ing sun touched light-ly on

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The eyes of Lu-cy Jor-don

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In a white sub-ur-ban bed-room

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In a white sub-ur-ban town

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As she lay there beneath the cov-ers

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Dream-ing of a thou-sand lov-ers

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‘Til the world turned to or-ange

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And the room went spin-ning round..

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At the age of thir-ty sev-en

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She re-a-lised she’d nev-er ride

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Through Par-is in a sports car

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With the warm wind in her ha-ir..

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So she let the phone keep ring-ing

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As she sat there soft-ly sing-ing

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pret-ty nurs-ery rhymes She’d mem-o- rised

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In her dad-dy’s ea-sy chair

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Her hus-band he’s off to work

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And the kids are off to school

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And there are oh so ma-ny ways

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For her to spend the day

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She could clean the house for hour-s

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Or re-ar-range the flow-ers

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Or run na-ked down the sha-dy street

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Scream-ing all the way

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At the age of thir-ty- sev-en

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She re-a-lised she’d nev-er ride

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Through Par-is in a sports car

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With the warm wind in her ha-ir..

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So she let the phone keep ring-ing

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And she sat there soft-ly sing-ing

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pret-ty nurs-ery rhymes She’d mem-o- rised

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In her dad-dy’s ea-sy chair

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The even-ing sun touched gent-ly

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On the eyes of Lu- cy Jor-dan

-5 -5 6 6 6 6 6
On the roof top where she climbed

-5 5 -5 6 6 -5 5 5 -4
When all the laugh-ter grew too lou-d..

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And she bowed and curt-sied to the man

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Who reached and of-fered her his ha-nd

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And he led her down to the long white car

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That wait-ed past the crowd..

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At the age of thir-ty- sev-en

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She knew she’d found for-ev-er

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As she rode a-long through Par-is

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With the warm wind in her hair..

The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

Dr. Hook / Marianne Faithfull / Shel Silverstein

Chromatic Harmonica (raised 1 semitone)

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The morn-ing sun touched light-ly on

-6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 4
The eyes of Lu-cy Jor-don

-3 -3< 4 4 4 -5 4 -3
In a white sub-ur-ban bed-room

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In a white sub-ur-ban town

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As she lay there beneath the cov-ers

-6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 4
Dream-ing of a thou-sand lov-ers

-3 -3 3 3 -3 -3< -3<
‘Til the world turned to or-ange

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And the room went spin-ning round..

-6 -6 -6 -5 -6 -5 7 -6
At the age of thir-ty- sev-en

-3< 4 4 4 4 -5 4 -3
She re-a-lised she’d nev-er ride

-3 4 4 4 4 -5 4
Through Par-is in a sports car

-3 -3< 4 4 -3< -3 -3 3
With the warm wind in her ha-ir..

-3 -3< 4 4 4 4 3 -2
So she let the phone keep ring-ing

-6 -6 -6 6 6 -5 -5 4
As she sat there soft-ly sing-ing

-3 -3< -3 3 3 -3 -3< -3 3
pret-ty nurs-ery rhymes She’d mem-o- rised

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In her dad-dy’s ea-sy chair

-3 4 4 4 -5 4 -3
Her hus-band he’s off to work

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And the kids are off to school

-3 4 4 -5 4 -3 3 -2
And there are oh so ma-ny ways

-2 3 3 -3 3 4
For her to spend the day

-3 -3< 4 4 4 -3 -5 4
She could clean the house for hour-s

-6 -6 6 6 -5 -5 4
Or re-ar-range the flow-ers

-3 -3< -3 3 3 -3 -3< -3 3
Or run na-ked down the sha-dy street

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Scream-ing all the way

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At the age of thir-ty- sev-en

-3< 4 4 4 4 -5 4 -3
She re-a-lised she’d nev-er ride

-3 4 4 4 4 -5 4
Through Par-is in a sports car

-3 -3< 4 4 -3< -3 -3 3
With the warm wind in her ha-ir..

-3 -3< 4 4 4 4 3 -2
So she let the phone keep ring-ing

-6 -6 -6 6 6 -5 -5 4
And she sat there soft-ly sing-ing

-3 -3< -3 3 3 -3 -3< -3 3
pret-ty nurs-ery rhymes She’d mem-o- rised

3 -3 3 -2 -2 -2 -2
In her dad-dy’s ea-sy chair

-3 4 4 4 4 -5 4
The even-ing sun touched gent-ly

-3 -6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 4
On the eyes of Lu- cy Jor-dan

-3< -3< 4 4 4 4 4
On the roof top where she climbed

-3< -3 -3< 4 4 -3< -3 -3 3
When all the laugh-ter grew too lou-d..

-3 -3< 4 4 4 4 -5 4 -3
And she bowed and curt-sied to the man

-6 -6 -6 6 -5 -5 4 -5 4
Who reached and of-fered her his ha-nd

-3 -3< -3 3 3 3 -3 -3< -3< 3
And he led her down to the long white car

-3 -3< -3< -3 3 -2
That wait-ed past the crowd..

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At the age of thir-ty sev-en

-3 4 4 4 -3 -5 4
She knew she’d found for-ev-er

-3 -3< 4 4 4 4 -5 4
As she rode a-long through Par-is

-3 -3< 4 4 -3< -3 3
With the warm wind in her hair..

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come n listen to my story ‘bout a man mamed jed

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poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed

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an then one day he was shootn

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at some food, and up thru the ground

7 4 -4 5 -5
came bubbling crude

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The river flows It flows to the sea
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Where-ever that river goes That`s where I want
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to be Flow~~~~~~ river flow
4 4 4 4 4 5
Let your waters wash down
4 4 4 4 3 -4 -4 4 4 4 3~~~~~
Take me from this road to some~~~~ other town~~~~
6 6 6 6 6 6 6 6
All he wanted was to be free
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And that`s the way it turned out to be
5~~~~~ -4 4 4 3 4 4 4 4 4 5
Flow ~~~~~ river flow Let your waters wash down
4 4 4 4 3 -4 -4~~~~~ 4 4 4 3~~
Take me from this road to some~~~~~~ other town~~
4 4 4 5 4 4 4 4 6 5
Go river go past a shady tree
4 4 4 5 4 4 4 6 5
Flow River flow Flow to the sea
4 4 4 5 -4~~~~~ -8 4 4 4~~~~~~~~
Flow river flow~~~~ Flow~~~~~~~ to the sea~~~~~~~

Ballad Of Davy Crockett (Chrom)

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Born on a moun-tain top in Ten-nes-see,

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Green-est state in the Land of the Free,

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Raised in the woods so’s he knew ev-‘ry tree,

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Kilt him a b’ar when he was on-ly three.

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Da-vy, Da-vy Crock-ett,

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King of the wild fron-tier!

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In eight-een thir-teen and Creeks up-rose,

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add-in’ red-skin ar-rows to the coun-tr-y’s woes.

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Now in-jun fight-in’ is some-thin’ he knows.

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So he should-ers his ri-fle an’ off h-e goes.

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Da-vy, Da-vy Crock-ett,

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the man who don’t know fear!

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Born on a moun-tain top

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in Ten-nes-see,

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red-est state

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in the Land of the Free,

6 6 6 7
Raised in the woods

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so’s he knew ev-‘ry tree,

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Kilt him a b’ar

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when he was on-ly three.

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Da-vy, Da-vy Crock-ett,

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King of the wild fron-tier!

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In eight-een thir-teen

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and Creeks up-rose,

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add-in’ red-skin ar-rows

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to the coun-tr-y’s woes.

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Now in-jun fight-in’

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is some-thin’ he knows.

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So he should-ers his ri-fle

-6 6 -6-7 7
an’ off h-e goes.

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Da-vy, Da-vy Crock-ett,

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the man who don’t know fear!

Ballad of Curtis Loew
Lynard Skynard
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Well I used to wake the morning
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before the rooster crowed.
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Searchin for soda bottles
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to get myself some dough.
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Brought them down to the corner,
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down to the country store.
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Cash em in and give my money
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to a man named Curtis Loew.
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Old Curt was a black man
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with white curly hair.
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When he had a fifth of wine
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he did not have a care.
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He used to own an old Dobro,
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used to play it .cross his knee.
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I’d give old Curt my money
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he’d play all day for me.
Chorus:
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Play me a song Curtis Loew,
-6 6 5
Curtis Loew.
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Well I got your drinkin
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money tune up your Dobro.
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People said he was useless,
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but them people all were fools.
4 5 6 6
Cause Curtis Loew
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was the finest picker
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to ever play the blues.
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He looked to be sixty
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and maybe I was ten
6 6 6 6 6 -6
Momma used to whoop me,
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but I’d go see him again.
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I’d clap my hands, stomp my
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feets, try to stay in time.
6 6 6 6 6 6
He’d play a song or two
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then take another drink of wine.
Chorus

INTRO

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6 -6 -7 -8 -8 -7 6 -6

6 -6 -7 -8 -8 -7 6 -6 7 7&6

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5 -5 6 7 7 6 -5 5 6 5 -5 6 7 7 6 -5 6

5 -5 6 7 7 6 -5 5 6(slid)67

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From a town known as Wheel-ing West Vir-gin-ia
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rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand,
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and his dar-ing life of crime
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made him a leg-end in his time
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east and west of the Ri-o-Grande.

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Well, he start-ed with a bank in Col-o-rad-o,
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in the pock-et of his vest a Colt he hid,
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and his age and his size took the tel-er by sur-prise
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and the word spread of Bil-ly the Kid.

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Well he nev-er tra-veled hea-vy,
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yes he al-ways rode a-lone,
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and he soon put man-y old-er guns to shame.
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Well he nev-er had a sweet-heart,
-7 =8 8 -8 -8 8 -8
and he nev-er had a home,
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but the cow-boys and the ranch-ers knew his name.

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Well he robbed his way from U-tah to O- kla- ho-ma
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and the law just could-n’t seem to track him down,
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and it served his leg-end well,
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for the folks they love to tell ‘bout
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when Bil-ly the Kid was in town.

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One cold day a pos-se cap-tured Bil-ly,
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and the judge said string ‘im up for what he did,
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and the cow-boys and their kin
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like the sea came pour-in’ in
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to watch the hang-in’ of Bil-ly the Kid.

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Well he nev-er tra-veled hea-vy,
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yes he al-ways rode a-lone,
-7 =8 8 8 8 -8 8 -8 8 -8 -8
and he soon put man-y old-er guns to shame.
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Well he nev-er had a sweet-heart,
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tho’ he fi-n’lly found a home
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un-der-neath the boot-hill grave that bears his name.

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From a town known as Oy-ster Bay, Long Is-land,
6 6 -7 -8 -8 8 -7 -6 6 -6
rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand,
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and his dar-ing life of crime
-7 -6 6 -6 7 8 7 7
made him a leg-end in his time
-7 -6 6 6 6 5 -4 -4 5 6
east and west of the Ri-o-Grande.

8 8 8 8 8 9 8
You walk into the room
8 8 8 8 8 8 9 8
With your pencil in your hand
8 8 8 8 8 9 8
You see somebody naked
8 8 8 9 8 9 8
And you say, “Who is that man ?”
8 8 8 8
You try so hard
8 8 8 8 8 9
But you don’t understand
8 -8 -8 8
Just what you’ll say
-8 9 9 8
When you get home.
CHORUS
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Because something is happening here
-6 6 -6 6 -6 6 -6 6 5
But you don’t know what it is
-7 6 5 -4 5
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You raise up your head
And you ask, “Is this where it is ?”
And somebody points to you and says
“It’s his”
And you says, “What’s mine ?”
And somebody else says, “Where what is ?”
And you say, “Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?”

But something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, “How does it feel
To be such a freak ?”
And you say, “Impossible”
As he hands you a bone.

And something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?
BRIDGE
9 9 9 9 9 8 9
You have many contacts
9 9 8 9 8 9
Among the lumberjacks
9 9 9 9
To get you facts
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When someone attacks your imagination
9 9 9 9 9 9 9 8 9
But nobody has any respect
9 8 9 9 9 9 9 8 9 8
Anyway they already expect you
9 9 9 8 9
To all give a cheque
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To tax-deductible charity organizations
.
You’ve been with the professors
And they’ve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You’ve been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
You’re very well read
It’s well known.

But something is happening here
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, “Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan”.

And you know something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word “NOW”
And you say, “For what reason ?”
And he says, “How ?”
And you say, “What does this mean ?”
And he screams back, “You’re a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home”.

Because something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin’ around
You should be made
To wear earphones.

Does something is happening
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Ballad Of A Teenage Queen Johnny Cash

Hey Y�all its Tin Man again giving you one of Country
Music�s big hits and a legendary classic
From the man in black himself

DON�T FORGET TO VOTE AND ADD TO FAVOURITES!

4 5 6 6 -6 -6 6
Theres a sto-ry in our town

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of the pr�t-ti-est girl a-round

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Gol-den hair and eyes of blue

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how those eyes could flash at you

4 5 6 5 -3 -4 4
How those eyes could flash at you

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Boys hung a-round her by the score

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But she loved the boy next door

4 5 6 5 -3 -4 4
Who worked at the can-dy store

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Dream on dream on Teen-age Queen

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Pret-ti-est girl weve ev-er seen

ENJOY!!!

Every time this song gets sung, it gets sung different, so I didn’t
figger I could go too wrong guessin’ at most of this. Use these tabs
as a guide and play the song however you want.

2 -1 2 -3″ 3 -3 -3 3
Sit-tin’ down by my win-dow

2 -2 2 -3 -3″ 3 -3″ 3
Just look-in’ out at the rain

2 -1 2 -3″ 3 -3 -3 3
Sit-tin’ down by my win-dow

2 -2 2 -3 -3″ 3 -3″ 3
Just look-in’ out at the rain

3 3 3 -2′ -2
Some-thin’ came a-long

-3 3 -3 3 3
Grabbed a hold of me

3 -2′ -2 -2 -2′ -3″ 3 3
And it felt like a ball and chain

-3 -3 5 6 6 6 -5 -5
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, hon’

6 -5 6 -5 6 -5 7 6 6 -5
Tell me, why does ev-‘ry thing go wrong?

7 7 6 6 -5
It all goes wrong

-3 -3 5 6 6 6 -5
And I say, oh, whoa, whoa

6 6 6 7 6
Now tell me why does

-6 6 -6 6 6 -6 6
Ev-‘ry thing go wrong, all wrong

-3 -4 -3 -4 -3 5
Say, here you gone to-day

5 -4 5 5 -4 5 -4
And I want-ed to love you

5 -4 6
For so long

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Oh, whoa, whoa, hon’

6 -5 7
It ain’t fair

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It ain’t fair what you do

6 6 6 6 -5
What you can do, Lord

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And I say oh whoa whoa

7 7 7
It ain’t fair

7 7 7 7 -6 7
It ain’t fair what you do

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Oh sud-den-ly you broke my heart

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Oh when I was giv-in’ my love to you

(Like the first verse):
Sit-tin’ down by my window
Just lookin’ out at the rain
Sittin’ down by my window
Just lookin’ out at the rain
Some-thin’ came a-long
Grabbed a hold of me
And it felt like a ball and chain

-3 -3 5 6 6 6 -5 -5
And I say oh, whoa whoa, Hon’

7 7 7
This can’t be

7 7 9 8 8
This can’t be in vain

9 9 9
No, no, no.

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And I say oh whoa, whoa

7 7 7
This can’t be

7 7 7 7 9 9 8 8
Hon-ey, it can’t be all in vain

5 5 -4 5 5
Hope there is some-one

5 -4 5 5
That could tell me

-4 5 -4 5
Why love is like

-4 6 -4 5 -4 4
A ball and chain.

(Willie Mae [Big Mama]Thornton wrote “Ball and Chain” which Big
Brother changed to a minor-key blues. She applauded Janis’ version of
“Ball and Chain,” saying, “That girl feels like I do.” )

BALI HA�I
From South Pacific
W: Oscar Hammerstein
M: Richard Rodgers
Key:F

1 4 -4 -4 -4 4
Ba-li Ha’i may call you,
1 -3 3* 3* 3* -3
An-y night, an-y day,
1 -3 3* 3* 3* 3* 3* -3
In your heart, you’ll hear it call you:
1 -3 3* 3 -2* -2
“Come a-way…Come a-way.”

1 4 -4 -4 -4 4
Ba-li Ha’i will whis-per
1 -3 3* 3* 3* -3
In the wind of the sea:
1 -3 3* 3* 3* 3* 3* -3
“Here am I, your spe-cial is-land!
1 -3 3* 3 -2* -2
Come to me, come to me!”

-2 -3* -3 3* -2
Your own spe-cial hopes,
-2 -3* -3 -2* -1
Your own spec-ial dreams,
-1 2 -2* 3 -3
Bloom on the hill-side
-3* -3* -3 -3* 4
And shine in the streams.
1 4 -4 -4 -4 4
If you try, you’ll find me
1 -3 3* 3* 3* -3
Where the sky meets the sea.
1 -3 3* 3* 3* 3* 3* -3
“Here am I your spec-ial is-land
1 -3 3* 3 -2* -2
Come to me, Come to me.”

-2 -2 3
Ba-li Ha’i,
3 3 -3*
Ba-li Ha’i,
-3*-3* -5
Ba-li Ha’i!

-7 -7 -6 5 -6

-6 6 5 6

6 5o -3 (*)

5 6 -7 8 -8 7 [ AND REPEAT ALL ]

(*) – If you can’t do overblow [ i also can’t get it 😀 ] you will
need to replace it with 5 draw bend in the attempt to get a F# ( Fa #
)

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(5) (5) 5 (4) trino (4) (5)

4 (4) 5 (5) 5 (4) 4 (4) 5 (5) 6 (6) tue 7 (6) 6 (5) 5 5 5 5 5 (5) 6
(6)tueue

(4) 5 (5) 5 (4) 4 (4) 5 (5) 5 (4) 4 4 (4) 5 (4) 5 (5) 5 4 (4)
tue-trino (4) (5)

4 5 (5) 5 (4) 4 (4) 5 (5) 6 (6) tueue (6) tue 6 (5) 6 glisado (5) 5
(5) 5 (4) 5 (4)

(4) 5 (5) 5 (4) 4 (4) 5 (5) 5 (4) 4 4 (4) 5 (4) 5 5 5 (5) 5
(5) 6 (5) 5 (5) 5 (4) 4

(4)tue 5 (5) 6 (6)-(5) 6-5 (5)-(4) 5

Baker Street Sax Solo Harmonica 🙂

INTRO:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3 -2
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3 -2 -2 -2
-2 -1 1 -1 1 1 -3

1st Solo:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4
-3 -2 -2 -2 -1 1 -3

2nd Solo:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4

Last Solo/OUTRO:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4
-3 -2 -2 -2

-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4bb

-3 -5 5 -4 -3b -3b

INTRO:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3 -2
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3 -2 -2 -2
-2 -1 1 -1 1 1 -3

1st Solo:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4
-3 -2 -2 -2 -1 1 -3

2nd Solo:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4

Last Solo/OUTRO:
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -4 5 -4 -3
-2 -5 5 -4 4 -4
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 4 4 4 -3
-3 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4 -5 5 -4 4
-3 -2 -2 -2

Mesmerising and very hard to play on diatonic harmonica, but quite easy on chromatic. There are some decorations that sax players insert when they play this, experiment.

-2 -6 6 -5 5 -5

-2 -6 6 -5 5 -3

-2 -6 6 -5 5 5  -3

-3 -6 6 -5 5 -5 6 -5

The Sax Intro, Outro and Solos are on
Another tab on this site, if you want
to combine them.

7 -8 7 7 7 7 7 7
Winding your way down bak – er street
7 -8 7 7 7 7 7 7 7
Light in your head and — then on your feet
7 -6 -7 -6 -7 -6 -7
Well an-oth-er crazy day
-5 -7 -7 -7 -7 7
You drink the night a-way
-7 -6 -7 -6 -6 -6 -7 -6
And forget a-bout ev – ry thing
8 -8 7 7 7 7 -6 -7 7 7
This ci-ty desert makes you feel so cold
7 7 8 -8 7 -8 7
It’s got — so ma-ny people
7 -6 -7 7 7
But it’s got no soul
7 -6 -7 -6 -7 -6 -7
And it’s taken me so long
-5 -7 -7 -7 -7 7
To find out you were wrong
-7 -6 -7 -6 -6 -6 -7 -6
When you sorted out ev – ry thing

7 8 8 8 -8 8 -8 8 -8 8
You used to think that it was so ea – sy
7 8 8 8 -8 8 -8 8 -8 8
You used to say that it was so ea – sy
-7 -8 7 6 -8 -7 6 -6
But you’re try – ing, you’re trying now
-6 7 7 7 -7 7 -7 7 -7 7
An-oth-er year and then you’ll be hap – py
-6 7 7 7 -7 7 -7 7 -7 7
Just one more year, and then you’ll be hap – py
6 -8 7 6 -8 -7 6 -6
But you’re cry – ing, you’re crying now

Verse 2

Way down the street, there’s a man in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been
You tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything
He’s got this dream about buying some land
He’s gonna, give up the booze
And the one night stands
And then he’ll settle down,
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he’ll always keep moving
You know he’s never gonna stop moving
His heels rolling
He’s a rolling stone
And when you wake up it’s a new morning
The sun is shining it’s a new morning
And you’re going
You’re going home………

12 Hole Chromatic (std 48) Key of C

+5 -5 +6 -5 +5 -5 +6 +5
Baka baka liten kaka.
-5 +6 -6 +6 -5 +6 -6 -5
Rulla rulla liten bulla.
+6 -6 +7 -6 +6 -6 +7 +6 +7
Ringla ringla liten kringla,
+9 +7 +7 -6 +6 -5 +5
och skjuts med den in i ugnen.

4 -6 -6 -6 7 -7 7 -6 6 6 6 -6 7 4
7 7 7 -7 -7< -7 7 -6 6 -6 7 -7 -6 -7< -7< -7<
-7< 8 -9 -7 -7< -7 7 -6 4 7 -7 -7< -7 7 -7 -6
-6 -7< -7< -7< -7< 8 -9 -7 -7< -7 7 -6 4
7 -7 -7< -7 7 -7 -6

3 5 5 5 -5 6 -5 5 -4 -4 -4 5 -5 3
-5 -5 -5 6 -6 6 -5 5 -4 5 -5 6 5 -6 -6 -6
-6 7 -7 6 -6 6 -5 5 3 -5 6 -6 6 -5 6 5
5 -6 -6 -6 -6 7 -7 6 -6 6 -5 5 3
-5 6 -6 6 -5 6 5

+5 -5 +6 -6 -5 +6 -6 -5 +6 -6 +6

+5 -5 +6 +5 -5 +6 -5 -4 +5 -5 -4 +5 -5 +5

+5 -5 +6 -6 -5 +6 -6 -5 +6 -6 +6

+5 -5 +6 +5 -5 +6 -5 -4 +5 -5 -4 +5 -5 +5

+7 +7 +7 +7 +7 +7 +7 +7 -6 +6 +5 -5 +6 +6 -6 +6
-5

-4 +5 -5 -5 +5 -4 +4

+7 +7 +7 +7 +7 +7 +7 +7 -6 +6 +5 -5 +6 +6 -6 +6
-5

-4 +5 -5 -5 +5 -4 +4

+4 -4 -3 +3 +3 -3 -4 +4

Bailemos el bimbó (bimbó bimbó)
5 7 -7 -6 5 4

que está cuasando sensación
5 7 -7 -6 5 6 -5 -5

con esa melodia que te va derecho al corazón.
-4 5 -5 6 -6 7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6 -6 -6 5 5

Bailando cantarás… (bimbó, bimbó)
5 7 -7 -6 5 4

sus aires tan románticos
5 7 -7 -6 5 6 -5 -5

dejándote llevar por el “va y ven” del ritmo mágico.
-4 5 -5 6 -6 7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6 -6 -6 5 5

Verás que fácil es bailar bimbó
5 6 -5 5 -4 -4 -4 -5 5 4

siguiendo su compás tu llegarás así Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…
-6 -7 7 -7 -6 -6 6 -7 -6 -6 6 -7 -6 -7 7 -7 7 -8 7 -8 8 -8 8 -9 8 -9 9

Bailemos el bimbó… (bimbó, bimbó) que está cuasando sensación
con esa melodia que te va derecho al corazón.
Verás que fácil es bailar bimbó
y para siempre en tu recuerdo quedará
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…
Bailemos el bimbó… (bimbó, bimbó)
que está cuasando sensación
con esa melodia que te va
derecho al corazón

BAILAMOS ENRIQUE INGLESIAS

KEY OF C

DEDICATED TO DANIEL NAVARRO

-6b -6 7 -5
To-night we dance,

-6 -6 -6b -6b -5 -4 5
I lay my life in your hands.

-6b -6 7 -5
We take the floor,

7 -6 -6 -6b -6b -5 -5 -4 5
Noth-ing is for-bid-den an-y-more.

7 7 -6 -6 -6b -5 -6b
Don’t let the world in out-side.

7 7 -6 -6 -6b -5 -6b
Don’t let a mo-ment go by.

7 -5 7 -7 -5 -7 8
Noth-ing can stop us to-night!

(CHORUS)

-6b 7 8
Bai-la-mos

8 -8 9 9 9 9 9 -8 8 -7 8
Let the rhy-thm take you o-ver Bai-la-mos

8 -8 -7 -7 8 -7 7
Te quie-ro a-mo-mi-o

-6b 7 8
Bai-la-mos

8 -8 9 9 9 9 9 -8 8 -7 8
Wan-na live this night for-ev-er Bai-la-mos

8 -8 -7 -7 8 -7 7
Te quie-ro a-mor-mi-o

8 -8 -7
Te quie-ro

VERSE 2 plays as 1
Tonight I’m yours,
We can make it happen I’m so sure.
I won’t let it go.
There is something I think you should know.
I won’t be leaving your side,
We’re gonna dance through the night.
I want to reach for the stars!

(CHORUS)

7 5 -6 -6b 5
Whoa to-night we dance,

7 5 -6 -6b -6 7
Whoa Like no to-mor-row.

5 -6 -6b 5 -4 5
If you will stay with me,

(CHORUS)

ENJOY!!

This one I’ve made for all the young girls who play the harp. May you
enjoy this instrument for a long time.

-6 -7 7 6 -5
Tonight we dance,
7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6 -4 5
I lay my life in your hands.
-6 -7 7 6 -5
We take the floor,
7 -7 -7 -6 -6 6 6 -4 5
Nothing is forbidden anymore.

7 7 7 -7 -6 6 -6
Don’t let the world in outside.
7 7 7 -7 -6 6 -6
Don’t let a moment go by.
7 6 7 -8 7 -8 8
Nothing can stop us tonight!

-6 7 8
Bailamos!
8 8 9 9 9 9 9 -9 8 -8 8
Let the rhy-thm take you over Bailamos
8 -9 8 -8 -8 8 -8 7
Te quiero, amor mio
-6 7 8
Bailamos
8 8 9 9 9 9 9 -9 8 -8 8
Wanna live this night forever Bailamos
8 -9 8 -8 -8 8 -8 7
Te quiero, amor mio
8 -9 -9 8
Te quiero