Brian Fallon s solo version of Tin Pan Alley a song he did with Chuck Ragan from
his Revival tour.
Capo: 5
Tuning: EADGBe
Beautiful song, let s dive right in ;)
The only detail you need to be aware of in terms of major chord differences (No
pun intended) is that when the C is played he adds the third on the high E
string... Or in Layman s terms he plays the third fret on the high string.
Otherwise good old fashioned Fallon chords ;D
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Intro: , (Touches on the root note) , , (X2)
Verse 1:
The cats are all crazy, Mona Lisa
They try to say my future is stone
They say they make all the right calls
To all the right numbers that the fat cats know
Verse 2:
But these wheels were made for burning
And these wings weren t meant to last
In the end it s all fireworks and smoke rings
A treacherous road baby, try not to crash
Chorus:
And keep your singing voice golden
And put your red shoes on
I just want to sing motown, soul
And buy my baby something nice to take home
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
I just wanna dance...
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
I just wanna dance
Verse 3:
After all it s just a crazy dream baby
All these good cards burn up in a flash
My, my it s getting late Cinderella
Not long before these dresses turn right back to rags
Verse 4:
And don t forget about my homeboy
We almost died at them gates
Thank the good Lord for sending his angels...
In a 49 Mercury for a lightning fast getaways
Chorus:
And keep your singing voice golden
And put your red shoes on
I just want to sing motown, soul
And buy my baby something nice to take home
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
I just wanna dance...
And I wanna dance with the poor girls in Europe
I just wanna dance
Bridge:
And not your friends, they all want to sell your blood
And isn t that why everybody signs up
Forget it baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac
And keep your feet dancing before they say you re too old
And not your friends, they all want to sell your blood
And isn t that why everybody signs up
Forget it baby, keep your eyes on that Cadillac
And keep your feet dancing before they say you re too old (and)
Chorus:
And keep your singing voice golden
And put your red shoes on
I just want to sing rock and roll
And buy my baby something nice to take home
And keep your singing voice golden
And put your red shoes on
I just want to sing motown, soul
And buy my baby something nice she can take home
Chorus:
And keep your singing voice golden
And put your red shoes on
I just want to sing rhythm and blues
And crack this old heart made of stone
