Midnight in Chelsea
D - F#m - G (2x)
D
1. The kids round here look just like sticks,
they
trade old licks with a beat up six,
G
I just smile and catch the
groove.
Em
Gothic
girls all dressed in black, serious as heart attacks,
A
it
takes a little bit of getting used to.
D
2. The old man with the whisky stains
lost
the night, forgot his name,
G
his poor
wife will sleep alone again.
Em G
And it ain‘t hard to
understand
A G
why she‘s holding onto her own
hand.
D
It‘s midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala),
G
midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala).
Em
No one‘s asking me for favors, no one‘s
looking for a savior,
A D
they‘re too busy, (shalalala, shalala) saving me.
+ D - F#m - G - A
D
3. I‘ve seen a lone Sloane ranger drive,
seems
her chauffeur took a dive,
G
and
sold her secrets to the Sun.
Em
And
later in a magazine, I finally figured what it means
A
to
be a saint, not a queen.
D
4. Two lustful lovers catch a spark,
chase
their shadows in the dark,
G
someone‘s getting off tonight.
Em
A big red bus that‘s packed so
tight,
G
disappears
in a trail of light
A G
somewhere someone‘s dreaming,
baby, it‘s alright.
D
It‘s midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala),
G
midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala).
Em
No one‘s asking me for favors, no one‘s
looking for a savior,
A
they‘re too busy saving me.
D G
+ (Shalalala, shalala) midnight in Chelsea (shalalala,
shalala) !
Bm
No one‘s pinned their dreams
on me, no one‘s asking me to bleed,
Em
A
I‘m the man I wann be when Chelsea girls sing:
G
D Em D A
Shalalala,
shalalala, shalalala, shalala, oh !
G D Em D A
Shalalala,
shalalala, shalalala, shalala, oh !
Bm
+ It‘s morning when I go to sleep, in the distant dawn a church bell
rings,
G
another
day is coming on.
Em
A baby‘s born, an old man
dies,
somewhere
young lovers kiss goodbye,
A
I leave my soul and just move
on.
G
And wish that I was there to
sing this song.
D - F#m - G - A
+ D - F#m - G - A + Sha la la…
D
It‘s midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala),
G
midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala).
Em
No one‘s asking me for favors, no one‘s
looking for a savior,
A
they‘re too busy saving me.
D G
+ It’s midnight in Chelsea, oh oh oh oh
oh !
Em A
No one‘s pinned their dreams
on me, no one‘s asking me to bleed,
Em A
I‘m the man I wanna be, the man I wanna be.
D
G -
Em - A
The man I wanna
be, midnight in Chelsea…
(orig. = capo 3rd) (Jon Bon Jovi)