Chords for Harlem Roulette - the Mountain Goats
Tempo:
76.3 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G]
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D]
Unknown engines [G] underneath [D] the sea, steam pushing up [G] in billows through [D] the crates.
Frankie [Bm] [D] Lyman's cracking sea breeze in [G] the studio [D] in Harlem.
[Em] It's [A] 1968, [D] just a pair [G] of tunes to [D] hammer out.
[G] Everybody's off block [A] by ten, [Em] the loneliest [G] people in [D] the whole [G] wide world are [D] the ones you're never [A] going to see [D] again.
Feel so free when [G] I hit the [D] avenue, nothing [G] like a New York summer [A] night.
[Bm] Every [G] dream's a good dream, [D] even awful dreams [G] are good dreams, [D] if you're [A] doing right.
[D] Remember [Gm] soaring higher [D] than clouds, yet pretty [G] sand metal [A] mountains.
[Em] The [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide world [D] are the ones you're [A] never going to [D] see again.
[B] [G] Four hours north of [D] Portland, the radio flips on, [Bm] and some no one [G] from the future remembers that [A] you're gone.
[D] Armies [G] massing in the [D] dusky distance, roasted [G] in the ribbon [D] microphone.
[Em] Leave a little [G] mark on some [D] picnic,
[G] take the secret circuit [A] home.
[D] Nothing in [G] the shadows but [D] the shadowhands, reaching out [G] to sad young frightened [A] men.
[Em] The loneliest [G] people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again.
[Em] Yeah, the [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again.
[Bm] [D] [A]
[D]
Unknown engines [G] underneath [D] the sea, steam pushing up [G] in billows through [D] the crates.
Frankie [Bm] [D] Lyman's cracking sea breeze in [G] the studio [D] in Harlem.
[Em] It's [A] 1968, [D] just a pair [G] of tunes to [D] hammer out.
[G] Everybody's off block [A] by ten, [Em] the loneliest [G] people in [D] the whole [G] wide world are [D] the ones you're never [A] going to see [D] again.
Feel so free when [G] I hit the [D] avenue, nothing [G] like a New York summer [A] night.
[Bm] Every [G] dream's a good dream, [D] even awful dreams [G] are good dreams, [D] if you're [A] doing right.
[D] Remember [Gm] soaring higher [D] than clouds, yet pretty [G] sand metal [A] mountains.
[Em] The [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide world [D] are the ones you're [A] never going to [D] see again.
[B] [G] Four hours north of [D] Portland, the radio flips on, [Bm] and some no one [G] from the future remembers that [A] you're gone.
[D] Armies [G] massing in the [D] dusky distance, roasted [G] in the ribbon [D] microphone.
[Em] Leave a little [G] mark on some [D] picnic,
[G] take the secret circuit [A] home.
[D] Nothing in [G] the shadows but [D] the shadowhands, reaching out [G] to sad young frightened [A] men.
[Em] The loneliest [G] people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again.
[Em] Yeah, the [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again.
Key:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
D
G
A
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Unknown engines [G] underneath [D] the sea, _ steam pushing up [G] in billows through [D] the crates.
Frankie [Bm] [D] Lyman's cracking sea breeze in [G] the studio [D] in Harlem.
_ [Em] _ It's [A] 1968, _ _ [D] just a pair [G] of tunes to [D] hammer out. _
_ _ _ [G] Everybody's off block [A] by ten, _ _ [Em] the loneliest [G] people in [D] the whole [G] wide world are [D] the ones you're never [A] going to see [D] again. _
_ Feel so free when [G] I hit the [D] avenue, _ _ nothing [G] like a New York summer [A] night. _
_ _ [Bm] Every [G] dream's a good dream, [D] even awful dreams [G] are good dreams, [D] _ _ if you're [A] doing right. _
_ _ [D] Remember [Gm] soaring higher [D] than clouds, _ yet pretty [G] sand metal [A] mountains. _
_ [Em] The [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide world [D] are the ones you're [A] never going to [D] see again.
_ _ [B] _ [G] Four hours north of [D] Portland, the radio flips on, [Bm] and some no one [G] from the future remembers that [A] you're gone.
[D] Armies [G] massing in the [D] dusky distance, _ _ roasted [G] in the ribbon [D] microphone. _
_ _ [Em] Leave a little [G] mark on some [D] picnic, _
_ _ [G] take the secret circuit [A] home. _
_ [D] Nothing in [G] the shadows but [D] the shadowhands, _ reaching out [G] to sad young frightened [A] men. _
_ [Em] The loneliest [G] people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again. _
[Em] Yeah, the [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Unknown engines [G] underneath [D] the sea, _ steam pushing up [G] in billows through [D] the crates.
Frankie [Bm] [D] Lyman's cracking sea breeze in [G] the studio [D] in Harlem.
_ [Em] _ It's [A] 1968, _ _ [D] just a pair [G] of tunes to [D] hammer out. _
_ _ _ [G] Everybody's off block [A] by ten, _ _ [Em] the loneliest [G] people in [D] the whole [G] wide world are [D] the ones you're never [A] going to see [D] again. _
_ Feel so free when [G] I hit the [D] avenue, _ _ nothing [G] like a New York summer [A] night. _
_ _ [Bm] Every [G] dream's a good dream, [D] even awful dreams [G] are good dreams, [D] _ _ if you're [A] doing right. _
_ _ [D] Remember [Gm] soaring higher [D] than clouds, _ yet pretty [G] sand metal [A] mountains. _
_ [Em] The [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide world [D] are the ones you're [A] never going to [D] see again.
_ _ [B] _ [G] Four hours north of [D] Portland, the radio flips on, [Bm] and some no one [G] from the future remembers that [A] you're gone.
[D] Armies [G] massing in the [D] dusky distance, _ _ roasted [G] in the ribbon [D] microphone. _
_ _ [Em] Leave a little [G] mark on some [D] picnic, _
_ _ [G] take the secret circuit [A] home. _
_ [D] Nothing in [G] the shadows but [D] the shadowhands, _ reaching out [G] to sad young frightened [A] men. _
_ [Em] The loneliest [G] people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again. _
[Em] Yeah, the [G] loneliest people [D] in the whole [G] wide [D] world are the ones [A] you're never going to see [D] again. _
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