Intro Ab F# F - repeat Bb C# C C7/Bb C (x12010)Fm Eb D Jackson made twenty tapes in a dayEb Db C Eb Db C Eb Db C To give away, a-give awayAb And he'd playCm Db The tunes they'd call creative when they're running out of namesE Ab Heaven knows he's really torn it nowCm Db But the names, it hurt poor Jackson, stopped the haters in his wayE Heaven knows he's for itAb Cm Db Sha-ame, hey, heyE F# F He was never quite unsure, but really saneF# F Wants to playAb F# FBb C# C C7/Bb CFm Eb D Jackson stole twenty souls in a dayEb Db C Eb Db C To take away, a-take awayEb Db C He takes awayAb F# F And no complaintsBb C# C C7/Bb Heart's upon his sleeve and his bladeC Fm Eb D Wood Jackson took the beating everyday, given out, passed awayEb Db C Eb Db C Another way, hey, heyEb Db C Just wants to playAb And how he'd playCm Db The mob, they bleed and tremble when they're running after lifeE Ab Heaven knows he's really torn it nowCm Db The words that killed Wood Jackson's friends were written on the wallE Heaven knows he's for itF# F ShameF# F Just wants to playF# F It's a shameF# F ShameF# F It's a shameF# F Wants to playF# F It's a shameF# F It's a shameF# F Just wants to play
Wood Jackson
David Bowie
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