David Bowie – Sweet Thing (Guitar)

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[Chords] Bbmaj13#11 play Bb Fmaj13 play F C6/9 play C D(add9) play D [Intro] C D/C C D/C C [Verse 1]
                 D/C  C             D/C              C
It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway

               D                 Em                  D
To wrangle some screens from the door

             C  D/C          C                       D/C
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?

                   C          D           Em
Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash

D        C  D/C             C            D/C
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?

                    C         D         Em
So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I

           D        Bm
Run to the center of things,
Where the knowing one says [Chorus]
Dm    Am           G
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing

Dm    Am           F                                 G
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing

       Dm         Am/C       G/B                     G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

       Dm         Am    F                      G     C
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
[Verse 2]
                     D/C                             C
I'm glad that you're older than me

                D/C                                  C
Makes me feel important and free

                   D                Em               D
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?

            C   D/C            C                     D/C
I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment

                  C                D
If his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you

   Em           D             Bm
And turn to the crossroads of hamburgers, and
[Chorus]
Dm    Am           G
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing

Dm    Am           F                                 G
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing

       Dm         Am/C       G/B                     G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

       Dm         Am    F                      G
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
[Solo] D F#m Bm Bb D Gm/D D Gm/D D F#m Bm Bb D Gm/D D Gm/D D 2. Song: Candidate [Sax and guitar solo] Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am G Dm Am G [Verse]
                Dm             Am
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate

         G
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake

   Dm                      Am
My set is amazing, it even smells like a street

          G
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend

Dm                                        Am                        G
Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
Who wrote up scandals in other bars
          Dm                    Am
I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people

          G
Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up

Dm                      Am
Some make you sing and some make you scream

G
One makes you wish that you've never been seen

              Dm                                Am
But there's a shop on the corner that's selling paper mache

       G
Making bulletproof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay

       Dm       Am           G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

       Dm                    Am
So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you!

G
Anyone out there? Any time?"

Dm                                   Am
Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you

          G
When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces"

       Dm       Am           G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

             Dm                                Am
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head

      G
For I put all I have in another bed

           Dm            Am
On another floor, in the back of a car

       G
In the cellar like a church with the door ajar

        Dm                             Am
Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind

       G
But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds

         Dm                     Am
'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young nights

    G
Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright

   Dm                        Am
I guess we could cruise down one more time

     G
With you by my side, it should be fine

      Dm                 Am
We'll buy some drugs and watch a band

      G
Then jump in the river holding hands
3. Song: Sweet thing (reprise) (Sax solo) Dm Am G Dm Am G [Verse]
       Dm         Am/C       G
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

       Dm         Am    F                      G     C
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

                   D/C        C              D/C     C
Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing your brain?

                       D              Em             D
Do you think that your face looks the same?

            C  D/C              C                    D/C
Then let it be, it's all I ever wanted

                     C           D
Its a street with a deal, and a taste

         Em              D           G               A/G
Its got claws, its got me, its got you
[Outro] G A/G G A