Nick - Sing octave up on Chorus - octave double on "I wanna be sedated" when fast - perhaps Summertime blues segue - Monie Monie as well
[Intro BPM 163] D#5 / E5, E5, D#5 / E5, E5
[Verse] [E5] Twenty, twenty, twenty four hours to go, [A5] I wanna be se [E5] dated [E5] Nothin' to do, nowhere to go, oh, [A5] I wanna be se [E5] dated
[Chorus] Just [B5] get me to the airport, [E5] put me on a plane [B5] Hurry, hurry, hurry, be [E5] fore I go insane I [B5] can't control my fingers, I [E5] can't control my brain Oh [A5] no, oh, oh, oh, [B5] oh
[Intro Riff x 1]
[Verse] [E5] Twenty, twenty, twenty four hours to go, [A5] I wanna be se [E5] dated [E5] Nothin' to do, nowhere to go, oh, [A5] I wanna be se [E5] dated
[Chorus] Just [B5] put me in a wheelchair, [E5] get me on a plane [B5] Hurry, hurry, hurry, be [E5] fore I go insane I [B5] can't control my fingers, I [E5] can't control my brain Oh [A5] no, oh, oh, oh, [B5] oh
[Solo] E5 A5 B5 E5 E5 A5 B5 E5
[Intro Riff x 1]
[Verse] [F#5] Twenty, twenty, twenty four hours to go, [B5] I wanna be se [F#5] dated [F#5] Nothin' to do, nowhere to go, oh, [B5] I wanna be se [F#5] dated
[Chorus] Just [C#5] put me in a wheelchair, [F#5] get me to the show [C#5] Hurry, hurry, hurry, be [F#5] fore I go loco I [C#5] can't control my fingers, I [F#5] can't control my toes Oh [B5] no, oh, oh, oh, [C#5] oh [F#5]
[Verse] [F#5] Twenty, twenty, twenty four hours to go, [B5] I wanna be se [F#5] dated [F#5] Nothin' to do, nowhere to go, oh, [B5] I wanna be se [F#5] dated
[Chorus] Just [C#5] put me in a wheelchair, [F#5] get me to the show [C#5] Hurry, hurry, hurry, be [F#5] fore I go loco I [C#5] can't control my fingers, I [F#5] can't control my toes Oh [B5] no, oh, oh, oh, [C#5] oh
[Outro] [F#5] Bamp bamp, ba bamp, ba [B5] bamp bamp, ba bamp [C#5] , I wanna be se [F#5] dated x4 (stop on 'se' of sedated)
[Verse - No drums] G C G On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere G G D I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to speak G C G So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness C G D7 G 'Til boredom overtook us and he began to speak. G C G He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, G D Knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes, G C G And if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you're out of aces, C G D G And for a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."
(bass drum on 2 and 4 to begin with - no snare) G C G So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow; G G D Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light, G C G And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression, C G D G ' said "If you're gon na play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
[Chorus - Half time shuffle] G C G You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em, C G D Know when to walk away And know when to run. G D G C G You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table; C G D G There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done.
[Verse] A D A Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin' A E Is knownin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep A E A D A 'Cause every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser, D A E A And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
[Verse] A D A And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward the window, A E Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep, (drums stop) A E A D A And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even, D A E A But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
[Chorus - Drums back in] A D A You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em, D A A E Know when to walk away And know when to run. A E A D A You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table; A D A E A There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done.
[Chorus] A D A You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em, D A A E Know when to walk away And know when to run. A E A D A You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table; A D A E A There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done.
[Chorus - A Cappella] A D A You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em, D A E Know when to walk away And know when to run. A E A D A You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table; A D A E A There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done.