Social Disease Acordes de ukelele

Social Disease               Elton John  T A B  By   Baddad
 
C                                   C7
My bulldog is barking in the backyard    
F7                                    D
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave 
C                                       G7
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing 
D                                   F    Gsus4
Disturbance going to crucify my days 
 
        C                                C7
And the days they get longer and longer 
F7                                      D
And the nightime is a time of little use 
     C                      G7
For I just get ugly and older 
D                     G7                  C
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose 
Chorus
Am                                         F7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
Am                                 F7
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 
C                           F            F7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
      C                 G7                      C   F    C
I'm a genuine example,,     of a social disease 
 
C                             C7
My landlady lives in a caravan 
F7                                   D
Well that is when she isn't in my arms 
C                                           G7
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness 
D                                          F   Gsus4
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm 
 
C                                C7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
F7                                    D
And they're falling apart at the seams 
C                             G7
Well I just get high on tequila 
D                  G7              C
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams 
 
Chorus
Am                                         F7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
Am                                 F7
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea 
C                           F              F7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
      C                  G7                     C   F    C
I'm a genuine example,,,     of a social disease 
 
 
 
 
C                                C7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
F7                                    D
And they're falling apart at the seams 
C                             G7
Well I just get high on tequila 
D                  G7              C
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
 
Chorus
Am                                         F7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
Am                                 F7
I get bombed for dinner time and tea 
C                         F              F7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a hart of gold 
    C                G7                  C   F    C
I'm a genuine example ,,,         a social disease of 
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