Shooting Star Chords by Harry Chapin
Tempo:
74.375 bpm
Chords used:
C
Em
Bm
D
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, [Bm] but still she went on
with him, [G] and she never once had [D] shown it, and [Em] 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 believing.
[Em] [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 star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible, but [C] 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 him [Bm] in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
[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 possible, [C] but she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
[G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son, [Bm] she was a mother [B] and a wife [Em] and a lover
when the day [E] was done, [G] he was too far gone, but gave love [D] what he offered in its spirit,
[B] was the knowledge she was the only thing [Em] 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 reappeared [Bm] 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.
[N]
He was crazy, of course, [C] from the first she must have known it, [Bm] but still she went on
with him, [G] and she never once had [D] shown it, and [Em] 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 believing.
[Em] [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 star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible, but [C] 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 him [Bm] in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
[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 possible, [C] but she could make them holy, [Em] holy.
[G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son, [Bm] she was a mother [B] and a wife [Em] and a lover
when the day [E] was done, [G] he was too far gone, but gave love [D] what he offered in its spirit,
[B] was the knowledge she was the only thing [Em] 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 reappeared [Bm] 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.
[N]
Key:
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Em
Bm
D
G
C
Em
Bm
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He was crazy, of course, [C] from the first she must have known it, [Bm] but still she went on
with him, [G] and she never once had [D] shown it, and [Em] 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 believing.
[Em] _ _ [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 star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible, but [C] 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 him [Bm] in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
_ [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 possible, [C] but she could make them holy, _ [Em] holy. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son, [Bm] she was a mother [B] and a wife [Em] and a lover
when the day [E] was done, [G] he was too far gone, but gave love [D] what he offered in its spirit,
[B] was the knowledge she was the only thing [Em] 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 reappeared [Bm] 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. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
He was crazy, of course, [C] from the first she must have known it, [Bm] but still she went on
with him, [G] and she never once had [D] shown it, and [Em] 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 believing.
[Em] _ _ [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 star.
[Bm] She was softer and more slowly, [A] he could not make things possible, but [C] 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 him [Bm] in her body, [G] till he once [Em] again could fly.
_ [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 possible, [C] but she could make them holy, _ [Em] holy. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] She gave him a daughter, [D] and she gave him a son, [Bm] she was a mother [B] and a wife [Em] and a lover
when the day [E] was done, [G] he was too far gone, but gave love [D] what he offered in its spirit,
[B] was the knowledge she was the only thing [Em] 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 reappeared [Bm] 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. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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