Music for Everyone

289. You Never Can Tell ( Pulp Fiction )  It was a C (I) teenage wedding And the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did Truly love the mademoi- G (V) selle And now the G (V) young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie", say the old folks It G7 (V7)  goes to show you never can C (I) tell They furnished C (I) off an apartment With a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with Tv dinners and ginger G (V) ale But when G (V) Pierre found work The little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie", say the old folks It G7  (V7) goes to show you never can C (I) tell They had a C (I) hi-fi phono Boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records All rock, rhythm and G (V) jazz But when the G (V) sun went down The rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie", say the old folks It G7 (V7) goes to show you never can C (I) tell They bought a C (I) souped-up jitney 'Twas a cherry red '53 The...

  24. Johnny B. Goode (Back to the Future) page 1 Deep Bb (I) down in Louisiana close to New Orleans  Way Bb (I) back up in the woods among the evergreens  There Eb (IV) stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where Bb (I) lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who F (V) never ever learned to read or write so well  But he could Bb (I) play a guitar just like a ringing a bell  Go, Bb (I) go Go Johnny go, Bb (I) go Go Johnny go, Eb (IV) go Go Johnny go, Bb (I) go Go Johnny go, F (V) go Johnny B. Bb (I) Goode He used to Bb (I) carry his guitar in a gunny sack  Go Bb (I) sit beneath the tree by the railroad track  Oh, the Eb (IV) engineers would see him sitting in the shade Bb (I) Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made  F (V) People passing by they would stop and say   Oh Bb (I) my, but that little country boy could play  Go, Bb (I) go Go Johnny go, Bb (I) go Go Johnny go, Eb (IV) go Go Johnny go, Bb (I) go Go Johnny go, F...