Shooting Star Chords by Harry Chapin
Tempo:
74.225 bpm
Chords used:
C
Em
D
Bm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
He was crazy, of course, [C] from the first she must have known it,
[D] But still [Bm] she went on with him, and [G] she never once had shown [D] it,
[Em] And she took him off the street, and [C] she dried his tears of grieving,
[D] She listened to [Bm] his visions, [G] she believed in his [Em] believing.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his light a [C] little, he was a shooting star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
He was dancing to some music [C] no one else had ever heard,
[D] He'd speak in [Bm] unknown languages, [G] she would translate every [Bm] word,
[E] And then when the [Em] world was laughing [C] at his castles in the sky,
[D] She'd hold [Bm] him in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
[G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son,
[B] She was a mother, and a wife, [Em] and a lover.
When the day was done, [G] he was too far gone,
Forgive the love, [D] what he offered in its stead,
[B] Was the knowledge she was the [Em] only thing that was not in [C] his head.
[D]
[Em]
He took off east one morning, [C] towards the rising sun's red glow,
[D] She knew [Bm] he was going nowhere, [G] but of course she let him [Bm] go,
[Em] And as she stood and watched him dwindle, [C] much too empty to be sad,
[D] He [Bm] reappeared beside her, [G] saying, you're all [Em] I've ever had.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright and [D] brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things [Bm] possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
He was crazy, of course, [C] from the first she must have known it,
[D] But still [Bm] she went on with him, and [G] she never once had shown [D] it,
[Em] And she took him off the street, and [C] she dried his tears of grieving,
[D] She listened to [Bm] his visions, [G] she believed in his [Em] believing.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his light a [C] little, he was a shooting star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
He was dancing to some music [C] no one else had ever heard,
[D] He'd speak in [Bm] unknown languages, [G] she would translate every [Bm] word,
[E] And then when the [Em] world was laughing [C] at his castles in the sky,
[D] She'd hold [Bm] him in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
[G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son,
[B] She was a mother, and a wife, [Em] and a lover.
When the day was done, [G] he was too far gone,
Forgive the love, [D] what he offered in its stead,
[B] Was the knowledge she was the [Em] only thing that was not in [C] his head.
[D]
[Em]
He took off east one morning, [C] towards the rising sun's red glow,
[D] She knew [Bm] he was going nowhere, [G] but of course she let him [Bm] go,
[Em] And as she stood and watched him dwindle, [C] much too empty to be sad,
[D] He [Bm] reappeared beside her, [G] saying, you're all [Em] I've ever had.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright and [D] brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things [Bm] possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
Key:
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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He was crazy, of course, [C] from the first she must have known it,
[D] But still [Bm] she went on with him, and [G] she never once had shown [D] it,
[Em] And she took him off the street, and [C] she dried his tears of grieving,
[D] She listened to [Bm] his visions, [G] she believed in his [Em] believing.
_ _ [C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his light a [C] little, he was a shooting star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, _ [Em] holy. _ _ _ _
_ _ He was dancing to some music [C] no one else had ever heard,
[D] He'd speak in [Bm] unknown languages, [G] she would translate every [Bm] word,
[E] And then when the [Em] world was laughing [C] at his castles in the sky,
[D] She'd hold [Bm] him in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, _ [Em] holy. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son,
[B] She was a mother, and a wife, [Em] and a lover.
When the day was done, [G] he was too far gone,
Forgive the love, [D] what he offered in its stead,
[B] Was the knowledge she was the [Em] only thing that was not in [C] his _ head.
[D] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He took off east one morning, [C] towards the rising sun's red glow,
[D] She knew [Bm] he was going nowhere, [G] but of course she let him [Bm] go,
[Em] And as she stood and watched him dwindle, [C] much too empty to be sad,
[D] He [Bm] reappeared beside her, [G] saying, you're all [Em] I've ever had.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright and [D] brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things [Bm] possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, _ _ [Em] holy.
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He was crazy, of course, [C] from the first she must have known it,
[D] But still [Bm] she went on with him, and [G] she never once had shown [D] it,
[Em] And she took him off the street, and [C] she dried his tears of grieving,
[D] She listened to [Bm] his visions, [G] she believed in his [Em] believing.
_ _ [C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his light a [C] little, he was a shooting star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, _ [Em] holy. _ _ _ _
_ _ He was dancing to some music [C] no one else had ever heard,
[D] He'd speak in [Bm] unknown languages, [G] she would translate every [Bm] word,
[E] And then when the [Em] world was laughing [C] at his castles in the sky,
[D] She'd hold [Bm] him in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright [D] and brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, _ [Em] holy. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son,
[B] She was a mother, and a wife, [Em] and a lover.
When the day was done, [G] he was too far gone,
Forgive the love, [D] what he offered in its stead,
[B] Was the knowledge she was the [Em] only thing that was not in [C] his _ head.
[D] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He took off east one morning, [C] towards the rising sun's red glow,
[D] She knew [Bm] he was going nowhere, [G] but of course she let him [Bm] go,
[Em] And as she stood and watched him dwindle, [C] much too empty to be sad,
[D] He [Bm] reappeared beside her, [G] saying, you're all [Em] I've ever had.
[C] Ah, he was the sun, burning bright and [D] brittle, and she was the moon,
Shining back his [C] light a little, he was a shooting [Bm] star.
She was softer and more [A] slowly, he could not make things [Bm] possible,
[C] But she could make them holy, _ _ [Em] holy.
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