Queen

It's the ^D bleak street ^C#m7 weak kneed ^Bm7 partings I re ^G call ^A7
It's the ^D mistier mist, the ^C# hazier days
The ^Bm7 brighter sun, and the ^A easy oles
There's ^G all the more reason for ^D laughing and crying
When youre ^Dmaj7/A younger and life isnt ^A too hard at all.
D A x 2
(w/verse prog.)
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages
of tears
The unending pleadings to waste all your good times on thoughs of your
middle aged years
It's the vertical hold of the things that youre told
For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero
And theres all the more reason for living or dying
When youre young and your troubles are all very small
D A x 2
(break) E G#
Out here on the streets we'd gather and meet
And ^A scuff up the sidewalks with ^C endlessly ^D restless feet
^E Half of the tim ^G# e we'd broaden our minds ^A more in the pool halls
Than we ^C did in the ^D school halls.
^E With the downtown ^G# chewing gum bums
^A Watching the nightlife, the ^F# lights and the ^D fun. ^A
D A x 2
(w/verse prog)
I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought Id be something more
It aint easy for a smalltown boy, it aint easy at all
Thinking it right, doing it wrong, it's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs paoched for breakfast I guess.
D A (reapeat and fade)
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was good
Let's try William the Conqueror
Now who else do I like?

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