Wots Uh The Deal (Acordes)

Gmaj7    G7    G6    G+   D7    D9    Am7

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[Intro]

G Gmaj7 G7 G6 G+    G G+ G6 G+ D7  D9


[Verse 1]

G                Gmaj7             G7                       G6
Heav-en sent the prom---ised land. Looks all right-from where I stand,

       G+                G    G+   G6       G+  D7    D9
'cause I'm the man---the out--side look-ing    in.

G                    Gmaj7    G7                  G6
Wait-ing on the first----step,show me where the key is kept.

G+                    G     G+  G6    G+       D7   D9
Point me down the right line,be-cause it's time---

            G              G7            C            Am7
to let me in--from the cold.--Turn my Lead--in-to gold,--

                      G                       G7
'cause there's a chill wind blow-in' in--my--soul,

                         D7
and I think I'm grow-ing cold.


[Intro]

D9


[Verse 2]

G                 Gmaj7             G7             G6
Fire_bright by can--dle--light_ and her by my side.

   G+                       G    G+ G6    G+     D7  D9
Or if she pre-fres, we need ne--ver stir a--gain.

G                     Gmaj7         G7                     G6
Some-one  sent the prom--ised land. Oh,--I grabbed_it with both hands.

G+                     G      G+ G6   G+     D7  D9
Now I'm the man on the in-side---look-ing out.

              G           D7                C                 Am7
Hear me shout.--Come on in. What's the news?--Where you been?

                 G                  G7                    D7  D9
'Cause there's no--wind left in--my soul,and I've--grown old.

G                   Gmaj7                G7                    G6
Flash the read-ies. Wot's...uh the deal? Got to make it to the next meal.

G+                        G     G+    G6    G+      D7  D9
Try to keep---up with the turn--ing of------the wheel.

G               Gmaj7                    G7                       G6
Mile after mile,stone af--ter stone, you turn to speak,--but you're alone.

G+                        G  G+       G6  G+      D7   D9
Mil-lion miles from home,----you're on----your own.

            G               G7            C             Am7
So let me in---from the cold. Turn my lead--in-to gold,

                      G                     G7                             D7
'cause there's a chill wind blow-in' in my soul, and I think I'm grow-ing cold.


[Outro]

D9/G