David Bowie – Chilly Down (Guitar)

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Chords

A                        D         A
When the sun goes down (sun goes down)

A                        D        A
And the bats are back to bed

A                        D        A
The brothers come 'round

A                        D        A
I get out of my dirty bed

A                        D       A
I shake my pretty little head

A                        D
Tap my pretty little feet

F#dim
Feeling brighter than sunlight

Adim
Louder than thunder

Bdim                  Ebdim
Bouncing like a yo-yo

A                     D      A
Don't got no problems (no problems)

A                     D      A
Ain't got no suitcase

A                                  D  A
Ain't got no clothes to worry about

A                              D           A
Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up

A                       D  A
I just throw in my hand

A                            D
With the chilliest bunch in the land

F#dim
They don't look much

Adim
They sure chilly chilly

Bdim                     Ebdim
They positively glow, glow

A
Chilly down with the fire gang

D
Think small with the fire gang

F#m
Bad hep with the fire gang

F#dim         Adim     Bdim      Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down

A
Chilly down with the fire gang

D
Act tall with the fire gang

F#m
Good times, bad food

F#dim                  Adim       Bdim           Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down, chilly down

A
Drive you crazy, really lazy
Eye rollin', funky strollin'
E
Ball playin', hip swayin'

E
Trouble makin', booty shakin'

E
Tripping, passing, jumping, bouncing

E
Drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing

E
Shoutin', screamin', double dealin'

E
Rockin', rollin' and a reelin'

E
With the mackin' sex appealin'

E
Can you dig our groovy feelin'?

A                          D   A
So when things get too tough

A                          D   A
And your chin is dragging on the ground

A                          D   A
And even down looks up

A                 D A
Bad luck

A                        D A
We can show you a good time

A                       D  A
And we don't charge nothin'

F#dim
Just strut your nasty stuff

Adim
Wiggle in the middle yeah

Bdim                        Ebdim
Get the town talkin', fire gang

A
Chilly down with the fire gang

D
Think small with the fire gang

F#m
Bad hep with the fire gang

F#dim   Adim   Bdim      Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down

A
Chilly down with the fire gang

D
Act tall with the fire gang

F#m
Good times, bad food

F#dim   Adim   Bdim      Ebdim
When your thing gets wild chilly down