All The Young Dudes

David Bowie

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  • A7(4)
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  • Am7
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  • D
  • D7M
  • Em
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  • F#
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  • G
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D D7M Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Bm Bm7 How he’d kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
F#m A Speed jive, don’t wanna stay alive when I’m twenty-five
D D7M And Wendy’s stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Bm Bm7 And Freddy’s got scars from ripping the stars
F#m A From his face, funky little boat race
Em G Oh! the television man is crazy
F# Bm Saying we’re all juvenile delinquent wrecks
G D A Oh but man, I need TV now there’s no T Rex
A7(4) Brother you guessed... I’m a dude, yeah! [Refrão]
D D7M Bm Bm7 All the Young Dudes Carry the News
Am Am7 F C G C A D Boogaloo Dudes Carry the News
D D7M Bm Bm7 All the Young Dudes Carry the News
Am Am7 F C G C A D Boogaloo Dudes Carry the News
D D7M Now Mary looks sweet, cos he dresses like a queen
Bm Bm7 But he can kick like a mule; it’s a real mean team
F#m A We can love, we can love
D D7M And my brother’s back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
Bm Bm7 We never got it off on the revolution stuff
F#m A What a drag – too many snags
Em G Well I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine
F# Bm Gotta race some cat to bed
G D A Is this concrete all around or is it in my head?
A7(4) Brother you’ve guessed, that I’m a dude yeah!
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Composição: David Bowie

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