Accordi e testo completo di "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" di Marianne Faithfull per chitarra. Tonalità: MI. Accordi principali: MI, LA, MI7, SI, SI7, SI9, LA6. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

MI

Accordi

MI, LA, MI7, SI, SI7, SI9, LA6

Domande frequenti

Quali sono gli accordi di The Ballad of Lucy Jordan di Marianne Faithfull?
Gli accordi usati in "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" di Marianne Faithfull sono: MI, LA, MI7, SI, SI7, SI9, LA6. Tonalità: MI.
In che tonalità è The Ballad of Lucy Jordan?
"The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" di Marianne Faithfull è in tonalità MI.
Dove trovo il testo e gli accordi di The Ballad of Lucy Jordan?
Testo e accordi completi di "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" sono su Strimpello: https://strimpello.com/song/the-ballad-of-lucy-jordan.
Chi canta The Ballad of Lucy Jordan?
"The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" è interpretata da Marianne Faithfull.

Spartito completo

The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
Marianne Faithfull
Key: MI
Intro:

MI               

LA MI     LA MI     LA MI      LA MI

LA   MI         LA       MI     
 The morning sun touched lightly on

MI7  LA           MI
 The eyes of Lucy Jordan

In a white suburban bedroom

     SI             SI7
In a white suburban town

       MI 
As she lay there 'neath the covers

         LA             MI
Dreaming of a thousand lovers

           SI             SI7
'Till the world turned to orange

                           MI      MI7
And the room went spinning round

       LA
At the age of thirty-seven

    MI   
She realised she'd never

Ride through Paris in a sports car

                          SI7
With the warm wind in her hair

       MI                 MI7
So she let the phone keep ringing

        LA               MI
And she sat there softly singing

       SI7                      
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised

       LA           MI
In her daddy's easy chair

LA   MI            LA     MI
 Her husband, he's off to work

MI7     LA              MI
And the kids are off to school

And there were, oh, so many ways

    SI               SI7
For her to spend the day

          MI
She could clean the house for hours

   LA            MI
Or rearrange the flowers

       SI7
Or run naked through the shady street

                  MI   MI7
Screaming all the way

       LA
At the age of thirty-seven

    MI
She realised she'd never

Ride through Paris in a sports car

                          SI7
With the warm wind in her hair

       MI                 MI7
So she let the phone keep ringing

       LA               MI
As she sat there softly singing

       SI7       
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised

       LA             MI
In her daddy's easy chair

LA   MI
 The evening sun touched gently on

MI7  LA           MI
 The eyes of Lucy Jordan

On the roof top where she climbed

                               SI        SI7
When all the laughter grew too loud

        MI                 MI7
And she bowed and curtsied to the man

    LA                  MI
Who reached and offered her his hand

       SI7
And he led her down to the long white car

            SI9      MI    MI7
That waited past the crowd

       LA
At the age of thirty-seven

    MI                
She knew she'd found forever

                 LA6      MI
As she rode along through Paris

                          SI9         
With the warm wind in her hair...

The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

Marianne Faithfull · Key MI

Intro:
The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Till the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round
At the age of thirty-seven
She realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
And she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair
Her husband, he's off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were, oh, so many ways
For her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street
Screaming all the way
At the age of thirty-seven
She realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair
The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car
That waited past the crowd
At the age of thirty-seven
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair...

Spartito importato da fonte pubblica · originale ·

Key0
Capo
Text100%
View
Scroll0.80x