Midnight Rambler — The Rolling Stones — Простые аккорды для гитары
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C G D
Did you hear about the midnight rambler?
C G A
Everybody got to go.
C G D
Did you hear about the midnight rambler?
C G A
The one that shut the kitchen door?
C G A
He don't give you a hoot of warning,
C G A
wrapped up in a black cat cloak,
C G A
he don't go in the light of the morning,
C G A
he split the time the cock'rel crows.
C G D
Talkin' about the midnight gambler,
C G D
the one you never seen before,
C G D
talkin' about the midnight gambler,
C G A
did you see him jump the garden wall?
C G A
Sighin' down the wind so sadly,
C G A
listen and you'll hear him moan!
C G A
Well, talkin' about the midnight gambler,
C G A
everybody got to go.
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C G A
Did you hear about the midnight rambler,
C G A
well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll show.
C G A
Well, I'm talkin' about the midnight gambler,
C G A
yeah, the one you never seen before.
C G A G A
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that
Oh, don't do that
C G D
Well, you heard about the Boston...
G D
it's not one of those.
C G D
Well, talkin’ ’bout the midnight... sh...
C G A
the one that closed the bedroom door.
C G D
I'm called the hit-and-run raper in anger,
C G A
the knife-sharpened tippie-toe...
C G D
Or just the shoot 'em dead, brainbell jangler,
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you know, the one you never seen before.
C G D
So if you ever meet the midnight rambler,
C G A
coming down your marble hall,
C G A
well, he's pouncing like proud black panther,
C G A
well, you can say I, I told you so!
C G A
Well, don't you listen for the midnight rambler,
C G A
play it easy, as you go,
C G A
I'm gonna smash down all your plate glass windows,
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put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door!
C G D
Did you hear about the midnight rambler?
C G D
He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall.
C G A
And did you hear about the midnight gambler?
C G A
And did you see me make my midnight call?
C G A
And if you ever catch the midnight rambler,
C G A
I'll steal your mistress from under your nose,
C G A
I'll go easy with your cold fanged anger,
C G A
I'll stick my knife right down your throat, baby, and it hurts!