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From: Litgo@aol.com
Date: Wed, 5 Jun 1996 14:57:38 -0400
Subject: TAB: Punk_Meets_The_Godfather By: WHO


The Punk Meets the Godfather
By The Who   from Quadrophenia, 1973   written by Pete Townshend

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transcribed by
Litgo@aol.com
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chords
A5    x 0 2 2 5 5
D2/A  x 0 4 2 3 0
DII   x x 7 7 7 x
GII   x x 9 7 6 x
Fmaj7 x x 10 9 10 x
Cadd9 x 3 0 0 3 0
G/B   x 3 0 0 3 3
G/B   x 2 0 0 3 3

Intro

|  A5    D2    F     G  G   A   |x2

A5                        D2
You declared you would be three inches taller
    F      D2           G    A
You only became what we made you.
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we gave you.

D                         G                
You fell and cried as our people were starving,

Fmaj7                Dsus
Now you know that we blame you.

A5                       D2
You tried to walk on the trail we were carving,

F       D            G      A
Now you know that we framed you.

[chorus]
D                  Dsus                     Cadd9
I'm the guy in the sky flying high flashing eyes
                   G                        E      
No surprise I told lies I'm the punk in the gutter


                 Esus                  D2
I'm the new president but I grew and I bent

                         A
Don't you know? don't it show?
                      E
I'm the punk with the stutter.

D  D2 D  D2        
My my my my my mmmm my my my.

|--5-4-2-0-|---2-0---|
|----------|-------2-|

GGGGG-g-g-g-g generation.

We tried to speak between lines of oration
You could only repeat what we told you.
Your axe belongs to a dying nation,
They don't know that we own you.
You're watching movies trying to find the feelers,
You only see what we show you.
We're the slaves of the phony leaders
Breathe the air we have blown you.

[repeat chorus]

D                           G/C
I have to be careful not to preach

                           G/B
I can't pretend that I can teach,

                               A
And yet I've lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown.

And on the dance floor broken glass,
The bloody faces slowly pass,
The broken seats in empty rows,
It all belongs to me you know.

[repeat first verse]


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