David Bowie – The Next Day (Ukulele)

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Chords

F7 D7 F7 D7
A7
"Look into my eyes" he tells her

A7
"I'm gonna say goodbye" he says yeah

A7
"Do not cry" she begs of him goodbye yeah

A7
All that day she thinks of his love yeah

F7                                                 F7 
They whip him through the streets and alleys there

F7                                            F7
The gormless and the baying crowd right there

A7
They can't get enough of that doomsday song

A7
They can't get enough of it all

A7
Listen

F7                                  F7
"Listen to the whores" he tells her

F7                                   F7
He fashions paper sculptures of them

F7                             D7
Then drags them to the rivers bank in the cart

F7                            D7
Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark

        F7                       D7
And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin

             Em7                    F#7
Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest

A7
Here I am

A7
Not quite dying

A7
My body left to rot in a hollow tree

A7
Its branches throwing shadows

A7
On the gallows for me

A7
And the next day

A7
And the next

A7
And another day
F7 D7 F7 D7
A7
Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases

A7
They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps

A7
They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death

A7
And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest

F7                                           F7
First they give you everything that you want

F7                                           F7 
Then they take back everything that you have

F7                                 D7
They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees

F7                                  D7
They can work with satan while they dress like the saints

F7                           D7
They know god exists for the devil told them so

     Em7                                F#7
They scream my name aloud down into the well below

A7
Here I am

A7
Not quite dying

A7
My body left to rot in a hollow tree

A7
Its branches throwing shadows

A7
On the gallows for me

A7
And the next day

A7
And the next

A7
And another day