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Date Added 2007-06-20     Times viewed 872

Fratellis - Ol' Black 'N' Blue Eyes


G  Bm   Em  Bm  C   G   C-Db-D   x2

           G            Bm            Em   
Well she wants to be a singer in the band
            Bm              C        G
Maybe I'll give the girl a hand and a microphone,
C          Db        D
looks like she's all alone
G                Bm                 Em              Bm
She can bring a friend though she's not my kind of friend
             C          G            C   Db      D    G  
She keeps on staring me out with her ol' black & blue eyes

Bm  Em  Bm  C  G C-Db-D

And I can take her dancing just to give the girl a chance
And I was never that good at being nice when I should
I guess that she'll forgive me right before she tries to kill me
       C           G           C    Db      D                 G   
Coz I sold her on yesterday's 'come take me home' eye-eye-eye-eyes

Bm  Em  Bm  C     D

And I can take her waltzin' just so she could kick my head in
Oh I do believe I was drunk and both of my heads had shrunk
I guess her name was Tina 'cause before I'd even seen her
       C          G              C - Db - D                   G
I was lost in her 'whatsyername' just get me both eye-eye-eye-eyes
                  G   
Ole take me home eye-eye-eye-eyes

Bm  Em  Bm  C      D

      G     G/F#       Em      D      C
And Chelsea says she's got nowhere to go
C                      G              D
And if she does she's getting there slow
           G      G/F#          Em        D      C
And I can help her out but I've got somewhere to be
C             G              D              G C-C-C 
And thats the very thing when your dealing with me

G   D-D-D G  C-C-C G  D-D-D 

G           C       G             C
Young soul dagger, begging me to bag her
     G               C      D ...
And filthy heart & swollen hips and she said o my dearest 
 G        C      G           C
I'm not pretty, isn't it a pity
     G                    C      D
That you wont kiss these rotten lips
                  G   Bm  Em  Bm  C     D 
Or take me home' eye-eye-eye-eyes
                   G   Bm  Em  Bm  C     D
Ole black & blue eyes.......

And Chelsea says she's got nowhere to go
And if she does she's getting there slow
And I can help her out but I've got somewhere to be
And thats the very thing when your dealing with me


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