Dead Mans Curve

Intro (horns doubled by guitar):  
[3X, full band third time]

        [F#]
         v   v   v   v     v   v   v
   v
E|-----------------|-------------
B|-----------------|-------------
G|-----------------|-------------
D|-4-------4-------|-4-------4---
A|-------4-----4---|-------4-----
E|-----------------|-------------

E|---------| 
B|---------| 
G|2--------| 
D|---------| 
A|---------| 
E|---------| 

Verse 1:

        F#
        I was cruisin' in my 
Stingray late one night
                B
        When an XKE pulled up on the
 right
             F#
        And rolled down the window 
of his shiny new Jag
             C#
        And challenged me then and 
there to a drag
           F#
        I said, "you're on, buddy, 
my mill's runnin' fine
               B
        Let's come off the line, 
now, at Sunset and Vine
                 F#
        But I'll go you one better 
if you've got the nerve
               G#m
        Let's race all the way
        C#               F#
          To Dead Man's Curve"

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Chorus:

        F#
        Dead Man's Curve, it's no 
place to play
        D#m
        Dead Man's Curve, you must 
keep away
        B
        Dead Man's Curve, I can hear
 'em say:
        [C#]        [D]       
                              
[Bm]       C#     D     C# /B 
            /  /  /  /   /  / 
/A# /G#
 /  /
        "Won't come back from Dead 
Man's Curve"

Verse 2:

        The street was deserted late
 Friday night
        We were buggin' each other 
while we sat out the light
        We both popped the clutch 
when the light turned green
        You shoulda heard the whine 
from my screamin' machine
        I flew past LaBrea, 
Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
        And all the Jag could see 
were my six taillights
        He passed me at Doheny then 
I started to swerve
        But I pulled her out and 
there we were
        At Dead Man's Curve

Partial chorus:

        F#                       
        Dead Man's Curve, it's no 
              [F#] G G#
place to play
        A                 A7
        Dead Man's Curve

Dramatic interlude:

        D
        Well - the last thing I 
remember, Doc, I started to swerve
        Bm
        And then I saw the Jag slide
 into the curve
        G
        I know I'll never forget 
that horrible sight
        C
        I guess I found out for 
myself that everyone was right

        [C#]        [D]       
                              
[Bm]       C#     D     C# /B 
            /  /  /  /   /  / 
/A# /G#
 /  /
        "Won't come back from Dead 
Man's Curve"