Bell Boy
By The Who
>From Quadrophenia, 1973
Written by Pete Townshend ?1973 Fabulous Music Ltd.


Capo on 1

Eb5                  x11346 & 6688xx    Bb                   x1333x
Eb                   xx1343             F7/A                 xx1211
Ab/Eb               (4)x1144            Abm6                 4x1331
C#/Eb                x41121 & x41124    Fmaj7                xx3555
Ab/C (Eb bass)*      x31144             F2                  xxx565
F7sus4 = Bbsus4/F    x8886x             Fmaj7ii              xxx555
Eb7sus4 = Absus4/Eb  x6664x             F7ii                 xxx545
Ab6                  xx6541             Abii                 xxx544
Cm7                  x35343             F                    133533
Dm                   xx7765             Ab                   4x1144
C                    x355xx             C#                   x466xx
Ebsus2               xx1341             
[*no Ab bass, so default to C bottom; bass plays Eb]

[Gtr 1, top, acoustic; Gtr 2, bottom, electric]

[intro; synth arr for acoustic]
//|Eb     Cm|C#/Eb   Ab/Eb|Eb       Ab/Eb|C#/Eb |
//|Eb5      |             |              |    //|

|Eb     Cm|C#/Eb   Ab/Eb|Eb       Ab/Eb|C#/Eb |
|Eb       |             |              |      |

[verse; acoustic in]
||Eb               Ab/Eb  |C#/Eb             Ab/C|
||                        |                      |
A beach is a place where a man can feel he's the 

|Eb        Ab/Eb |C#/Eb           Ab/Eb|
|                |                     |
 Only soul in the world that's real

|Eb     Ab/Eb|C#/Eb    Ab/Eb //|Eb         Ab/Eb|C#/Eb    Ab/C||
|            |                 |                |             ||

But I see a face coming through the haze
I remember him from those crazy days, crazy days, crazy days

//|Cm7                  Ab        |Cm7           F|
//|Cm7                            |             //|
     Ain't you the guy who used to set the paces

|Cm7                Ab  |Cm7          F|
|Cm7                    |            //|
 Riding up in front of a hundred faces
|Cm7               Ab         |Cm7       F  |
|Cm7                          |           //|
   I don't suppose you would remember me but

|Cm7                  Ab      |Cm7       F|
|Cm7                          |[pick slide]
 I used to follow you back in '63

||:F    Dm|Eb     Ab|Bb      C|C#    Eb :||[repeat through spoken]
||:F    Dm|Eb     Ab|Bb      C|C#    Eb :||2

[spoken]
I've got a good job and I'm newly born
You should see me dressed up in my uniform
I work in an hotel, all gilt and flash
Remember the gap where the doors we smashed?


|Bb  F7/A Bb|                      |
|           |                      |
 Bell Boy,  I got to get running now
 Bell Boy,  Keep my lip buttoned down
 Bell Boy,  Carry this baggage out
 Bell Boy, Always running at someone's bleedin'

|F7sus4  |Bb                 |Eb7sus4 |Ab6   |
|        |                   |        |      |
 Heel          You know how I feel

|Abm6                           |Ebsus2     |        |        |       |
|                               |           |        |        |       |
     Always running at someone's heel

|Fmaj7                  Cmaj7       |D        |
|                                   |         |
    Some nights I still sleep on the beach, 

|Fmaj7              Cmaj7      |D     |
|                              |      |
    Remember when stars were in reach

|Fii            Fmaj7ii   |F7ii    |
|                         |        |
    I wander in early to work

|Abii                                |Eb    Ebsus2|Eb   Ebsus2|Eb    |
|                                    |            |           |      |
    Spend my day lickin' boots for my perks

[repeat verse]
A beach is a place where a man can feel
He's the only soul in the world that's real

But I see a face coming through the haze
I remember him from those crazy days, crazy days, crazy days, crazy days

Ain't you the guy who used to set the paces
Riding up in front of a hundred faces
I don't suppose you would remember me 
But I used to follow you back in '63

People often change but when I look in your eyes
You can learn a lot from a life like mine
The secret to me, it ain't flown up a flag
I carry it behind this bleeding little badge, what says:

Bell Boy, I gotta get running now
Bell Boy, Keep your lip buttoned down
Bell Boy, Carry the bloody baggage out
Bell Boy, Always running at someone's heel,
You know how I feel, always running at someone's heel

 Ebsus2
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