GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD - Elton John/Bernie Taupin

(Actual song played 3 semitones up or capo 3rd fret)
 
Intro:
D A Bm Bm7 G dd-A D (Bm7 is played from 4th string down)
Finish with arpeggio of single notes: [----]
                                      [-3--]
                                      [--2-]
                                      [0--0]
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Verse 1:
Em (022000@1)                    A (x02220@1)   
When are you gonna come down?
D (xx0232@1)                   GWhen (320003@1)are you going to land?
  C (x32010@1)                       AI (x02220@1)should have stayed on the farm, I should have
D (xx0232@1)                Dlistened (xx0232@1)to my old man.
    Em (022000@1)                   AYou (x02220@1)know you can't hold me forever,
  D (xx0232@1)                 GI (320003@1)didn't sign up with you.
    C (x32010@1)                    AI'm (x02220@1)not a present for your friends to open,
     D (xx0232@1)                   DThis (xx0232@1)boy's too young to be singing the
Bb (x1333x@1)C (x32010@1) F (133211@1)Bb (x1333x@1) Bb (x1333x@1)A7 (x02020@1)  
blues... Ah...... Ah....

Chorus:
   D (xx0232@1)                  F#7So (242352@1)Goodbye yellow brick road,
          G (320003@1)             Dwhere (xx0232@1)the dogs of society howl.
    B7 (x21202@1)                   EmYou (022000@1)can't plant me in your penthouse,
    A (x02220@1)              D- (xx0232@1)quick AI'm (x02220@1)going back to my plough.
Bm (x24432@1)                    F#Back (244322@1)to the howling old owl in the woods,
G (320003@1)                    BbHunting (x1333x@1)the horny back toad.
    Bb-C    D (xx0232@1)     A (x02220@1)         Bm (x24432@1)       Bm7 (x20202@1)
... Oh I've finally decided, my future lies,
  G (320003@1)      A (x02220@1)
Beyond the yellow brick 
Bb (x1333x@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)Bb (x1333x@1)Bb (x1333x@1)A (x02220@1)Droad... (xx0232@1)Ah..... Ah......

Verse 2:
What do you think you'll do then?
I bet they'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 tit-bits like you on the 
ground... Ah.... Ah....

Repeat Chorus