F
C/E
Dm
F/C
Bb
F/C
C/E
F
Gm7
When are you
Bb
gonna come
C
down
F
When are you
F/A
going to
Bb
land
I s
Eb
hould have stayed on the
C
farm
I should have
F
listened to my old man
You
Gm7
know you can’t
Bb
hold me fo
C
rever
I
F
didn’t
sig
F/A
n up with
Bb
you
I’m
Eb
not a present for your
C
friends to open
This
F
boy’s too young to be singing the
Bbm7
blues
Eb
Ab
Ah
Db
Bbm7
C
F
So goodbye yellow brick
A7
road
Where the
Bb
dogs of society
F
howl
C/E
You
D7
can’t plant me in your
Gm7
penthouse
I’m
C
going back to my
F
plo
C/E
ugh
Dm
Back to the howling old
A
owl in the woods
Bb
Hunting the horny back
Db
toad
Oh
Eb
I’ve
F
finally
de
C/E
cided my
Dm
future
F/C
lies
Be
Bb
yond
the
Bb/C
yello
C
w brick
Bbm7
road
Eb
Ab
Ah
Db
Bbm7
C
F
What do you think you’ll do then
I bet that’ll shoot down your plane
It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain’t got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground