Bitter Fingers
Elton John
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Key:
A [Verse]A E F#m I'm going on the circuit, I'mA doing all the clubsBm A E And I really need a song boys toAsus4/G D/F# stir those workers upA E And get their wives to sing itF#m A with me just like in the pubsBm C#m D Bm When I worked the good old pubsE D/E in Stepney [Verse 2]A E Oh could you knock a line or twoF#m A together for a friendBm C#m D E Sentimental tear inducingAsus4/G D/F# with a happy endA E And we need a tune to open ourF#m A season at SouthendBm A D Bm E G Em Ca_________n you help usD Em F [Chorus]F It's hard to write a song withG bitter fingersC Am So much to prove, so few to tell you whyF Those old die-hards in DenmarkG Street start laughingC At the keyboard player's hollowAm haunted eyesContinues after the adDm Em It seems to me a change is really neededF G Em I'm sick of tra-la-las andD Em la-de-dasF G No more long days hacking hunks of garbageC Bitter fingers never swung onE/G# A swinging stars, swinging stars [Instrumental]A [Verse 3]A E I like the warm blue flame, theF#m A hazy heat it bringsBm C#m D E It loosens up the muscles andAsus4/G D/F# forces you to singBm C#m D E You know it's just another hitAsus4/G D/F# and run from the tin pan alley twinsA E And there's a chance that one day,F#m A you might write a standard ladsBm C#m D E So churn them out quick andAsus4/G D/F# fast and we'll still pat your backsA E `Cause we need what we can get toF#m A launch another dozen actsBm A D Bm E G Em D Em Oooo______hhh Are you working [Chorus 2]F It's hard to write a song withG bitter fingersC Am So much to prove, so few to tell you whyF Those old die-hards in DenmarkG Street start laughingC At the keyboard player's hollowAm haunted eyesDm Em It seems to me a change is really neededF C G I'm sick of tra-la-las andEm D Em la-de-dasF C G No more long days hacking hunks of garbageC Bitter fingers never swung onE/G# swinging stars, swinging stars [Chorus 3]F It's hard to write a song withG C bitter fingersAm So much to prove, so few to tell you whyF Those old die-hards in DenmarkG Street start laughingC At the keyboard player's hollowAm haunted eyesDm Em It seems to me a change is really neededF C G I'm sick of tra-la-las andEm D Em la-de-dasF G No more long days hacking hunks of garbageC Bitter fingers never swung onE/G# swinging stars, swinging stars