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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # From: Litgo@aol.com Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 14:57:38 -0400 Subject: TAB: Punk_Meets_The_Godfather By: WHO The Punk Meets the Godfather By The Who from Quadrophenia, 1973 written by Pete Townshend ============== transcribed by Litgo@aol.com ============== chords A5 x 0 2 2 5 5 D2/A x 0 4 2 3 0 DII x x 7 7 7 x GII x x 9 7 6 x Fmaj7 x x 10 9 10 x Cadd9 x 3 0 0 3 0 G/B x 3 0 0 3 3 G/B x 2 0 0 3 3 Intro | A5 D2 F G G A |x2 A5 D2 You declared you would be three inches taller F D2 G A You only became what we made you. Thought you were chasing a destiny calling You only earned what we gave you. D G You fell and cried as our people were starving, Fmaj7 Dsus Now you know that we blame you. A5 D2 You tried to walk on the trail we were carving, F D G A Now you know that we framed you. [chorus] D Dsus Cadd9 I'm the guy in the sky flying high flashing eyes G E No surprise I told lies I'm the punk in the gutter Esus D2 I'm the new president but I grew and I bent A Don't you know? don't it show? E I'm the punk with the stutter. D D2 D D2 My my my my my mmmm my my my. |--5-4-2-0-|---2-0---| |----------|-------2-| GGGGG-g-g-g-g generation. We tried to speak between lines of oration You could only repeat what we told you. Your axe belongs to a dying nation, They don't know that we own you. You're watching movies trying to find the feelers, You only see what we show you. We're the slaves of the phony leaders Breathe the air we have blown you. [repeat chorus] D G/C I have to be careful not to preach G/B I can't pretend that I can teach, A And yet I've lived your future out By pounding stages like a clown. And on the dance floor broken glass, The bloody faces slowly pass, The broken seats in empty rows, It all belongs to me you know. [repeat first verse] ============= litgo@aol.com







                       


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