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Here's San Diego Serenade from the 1978 Tom Waits Album
"the Ghosts of saturday night"






San Diego Serenade    (Tom Waits)
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(the song is in 3/4)


Db/Gb   Abm7/Db    Bbm7/Eb    Cb9/Db
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|*|**|  ||***|     ||||||     |***||
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intro:

  Cb (x2444x@1)Db (x43121@1)name="chord_244322@1">Gb
%|/ / / |///|%


Gb (244322@1)          Bb7 (x13131@1)           Ebm7 (x3131x@4)        Gb (244322@1)  Gb7Never (242352@1)saw the morning, 'til I stayed up all night
Cb (x2444x@1)        Db/Gb|Abm/Db|Bbm/F#     Gb (244322@1)        Ebm7 (x3131x@4) Gb7Never (242352@1)saw the sunshine, 'til you turned out the light
Cb (x2444x@1)        Db/Gb|Dbsus4|Db     Gb (244322@1)           Ebm7 (x3131x@4)Gb7Never (242352@1)saw my hometown, until I stayed away too long
Cb (x2444x@1)        Db/Gb|Dbsus4|Db     Cb9  Cb9/Db GbNever (244322@1)heard the melody, 'til I needed the song



Never saw the white line , 'til I was leaving you behind
Never knew I needed you, 'til I was caught up in a bind
Never spoke I love you, until I cursed you in vain
Never felt my heart-strings, 'til I really went insane



Never saw the east coast 'til I moved to the west
Never saw the moonlight, until it shone of your breast
Never saw your heart, 'til someone tried to steal it away
Never saw your tears, until they rolled down your face


 Some people play hard to get, I play hard to want

 Johan Kristian Sveen 
 dept. of informatics
 University of Oslo


 Email: johans@ifi.uio.no


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