by Procol Harum
Intro:
C | C/B | Am | Am/G | F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
G | G7 | Em | Dm | C | F | G | G7 |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
We skipped the | light fan | dango |
F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
turned | cartwheels 'cross the | floor |
G | G7 | Em | Dm |
I was | feeling kinda | seasick |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
but | the crowd called | out fo | r more |
F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
The r | oom was humming | harder |
G | G7 | Em | Dm |
as the c | eiling flew | away |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
When we | called out for | another drink |
F | F/E | Dm |
the | waiter brought a | tray |
F | F | G | C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
And | so | we'll | wi | ld the | later |
F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
as the | miller told his | tale |
G | G7 | Em | Dm |
that her f | ace, at fir | st just ghostly, |
C | F | C | G | G7 | |
turned a | whiter | shade | of p | ale |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G | F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
G | G7 | Em | Dm | C | F | G | G7 |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
She said, 'There | is no | reason |
F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
and the t | ruth is plain to | see.' |
G | G7 | Em | Dm |
But I w | andered through my | playing card | s |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
and would | not let her | be |
F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
one of s | ixteen vestal | virgins |
G | G7 | Em | Dm |
who were l | eaving for the | coast |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
and al | though my eyes were | open |
F | F/E | Dm |
they might have j | ust as well've been | closed |
F | F | G | C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
And | so | we'll | wi | ld the | later |
F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
as the m | iller told his | tale |
G | G7 | Em | Dm |
that her f | ace, at first just | ghostly, |
C | F | C | G | G7 | |
turned a | whiter | shade of | pal | e |
C | C/B | Am | Am/G | F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
G | G7 | Em | Dm | C | F | G | G7 |
F | F | G | C | C/B | Am | Am/G |
And | so | we'll | wi | ld the | later |
F | F/E | Dm | Dm/C |
as the m | iller told his | tale |
G | G7 | Em | Dm |
that her f | ace, at first just | ghostly, |
C | F | C | G | G7 | |
turned a | whiter | shade of | pal | e |
C | F | C | |
turned a | whiter | shade of | pale |