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MyFinestHour.chopro
Download# From: dck4@cornell.edu (Dennis C. Ko) {t:My Finest Hour} {st:The Sundays} #transcription by Dennis Ko (dck4@cornell.edu) {define E base-fret 7 frets x 1 3 3 0 0} {define F# base-fret 9 frets x 1 3 3 0 0} {define C# base-fret 3 frets x 2 4 4 0 0} {define B base-fret 1 frets x 2 4 4 0 0} {define D base-fret 10 frets 1 3 3 0 0 0} {define A base-fret 5 frets x 2 2 1 0 0} {define E2 base-fret 7 frets x 1 1 3 3 0} {define B2 base-fret 7 frets 1 3 3 2 0 0} Intro: [E] [F#] [E] [F#] [E] [E]when the world, it [C#]shows me [B]up my [E]clothes, they [C#]show me [B]up I [B]never knew this [E]before my finest [C#]hour that [B]I've ever known [E]was finding a [C#]pound on the [B]Underground[D] when my words came stumbling out and then I went tumbling out (I never believed/I've never been here) before and the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground and [E]I keep [A]hoping [E2]you are the same as [B2]me and [E]I'll send you [A]letters and [E2]come to your house for [B2]tea we [E]are who we [A]are, [E2]what do the others [B2]know but [E]poetry is [A]not for me, so [E2]show me the way to [B2]go [D]home when the words came stumbling out of my mouth and I went tumbling out (here, no no, no no) but I keep hoping you are the same as me and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea we are who we are, what do the others know but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go oh, I'm going home but I'll keep hoping you are the only one yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say but poetry is not for me, and much as I'd like to stay oh, I just want to go home you're, you're, you're too young (should've been), you, you're, you're too young (it should've been), you too, you're too, you're too young (it should've been), you, you, you're too young (you should've been, safer, saner) (bribed the judge and then) sat down ooh, you're, you're, you're too young