Street Fighting Man
F Gm7 C7 Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy F Gm7 C7 'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy D7 G But what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town D7 There's just no place for a street fighting man! No! | D7 | C | F | C | F C7 Hey! Think the time is right for a violent revolution F C7 But where I live the game to play is compromise solution D7 G Well, then what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town D7 There's just no place for a street fighting man! No! | D7 | C | F | C | F C7 Hey! Said my name is called disturbance F C7 I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants D7 G Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town D7 There's just no place for a street fighting man! No! G What can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band B Well, pale. Have you seen a lady fairer? Eb She comes in colours ev'rywhere. B She combs her hair. She's like a rainbow. Eb B Comoing colurs in the air ev'rywhere F7 She comes in colours. B Have you seen her all in.
Текст песни:
Ev’rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
‘Cause in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man! No!
Hey! Think the time is right for a violent revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
‘Cause in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man! No!
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
‘Cause in sleepy London town
There’s just no place for a street fighting man! No!
What can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock ‘n’ roll band
Well, pale. Have you seen a lady fairer?
She comes in colours ev’rywhere.
She combs her hair. She’s like a rainbow.
Comoing colurs in the air ev’rywhere
She comes in colours.
Have you seen her all in.