{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":980803,"song":"Mr Blue","artist":"John Phillips","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11622049-mr-blue-chords-by-john-phillips/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/980803?type=chord","rating":0.14932,"votes":0,"content":"Intro:\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]     [ch]G[/ch]\t\t   [ch]F[/ch]  \r\nYah yah yah, yah yah yah, yah yah yah (repeat)[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\t [ch]Am[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]F[/ch]\r\nMeet Mr. Blue, elegant Jew of New York City[/tab]\r\n[tab]\t       [ch]Am[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]F[/ch]\r\nEx-real estate man, sits on the can, always looks pretty[/tab]\r\n[tab]\t           [ch]Am[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]F[/ch]\r\nAnd Miss Never-Say-Please, pink and white knees, favorite kitty[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]C[/ch]                  [ch]Em[/ch]\t\t   [ch]F[/ch]\r\nMovie star queen fell off the screen, oh, what a pity[/tab]\r\n\r\nDiamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore\r\nAnd a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors\r\nIt's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more\r\nWith pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys\r\n\r\nStraighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes\r\nLook down on the street, nobody knows about you yet\r\nBut you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret\r\nShould your show, come to a close, as a vignette\r\nMeet Mr. Blue \r\n\r\nShooting stars, they have fallen all around you\r\nWhere it is they all fall to, no one knows\r\nPretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you\r\nJust to find out where it is that you go\r\n\r\nVerse 1\r","plain_text":"Intro:\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDiamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore\nAnd a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors\nIt's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more\nWith pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys\n\nStraighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes\nLook down on the street, nobody knows about you yet\nBut you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret\nShould your show, come to a close, as a vignette\nMeet Mr. Blue \n\nShooting stars, they have fallen all around you\nWhere it is they all fall to, no one knows\nPretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you\nJust to find out where it is that you go\n\nVerse 1","chords":["Am","G","F","C","Em"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}