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Ghost Town by Kanye West
Ghost Town
Tuning: E A D G B E
Key: F
[Intro]
F D7
Some day, some day
Gm7 C7 F
Some day I'll, I will wear a starry crown
F
Some day, some day
Am7
Some day I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Am7
Hold up, hold up
Eb Dm
Some day, some days
Gm7 Am7
I remembered this on a Sunday
Bb C Gm7 Am7
Back way, yeah, way, way
Bb C
Burning, mhm-mhm
F Am7
Uh, some day, well, I wanna tell everybody, some days
Eb
I wanna hit the red dot, I'll never find
Dm7
Some days, ohh
Dm7
(Heatstroke)
Gm7 Am7 Bb C
Now that I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana
Gm7 Am7 Bb C
Now that I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh, yeah
[Refrain]
F Am7
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb Dm7 Gm7 Bb
But everything I try just takes you further from me
[Verse]
F Am7
Some day we gon' set it off, some day we gon' get this off
Eb
Baby, don't you bet it all, on a path of Fentanyl
Dm7
You might think they wrote you off
Gm7 Am7
They gon' have to rope me off
Bb C Gm7 Am7 Bb C F
Some day the drama'll be gone, and they'll pray, no, oh, no
Am7
Sometimes I take all the shine, talk like I drank all the wine
Eb
Years ahead but way behind, I'm on one, two, three, four, five
Dm7 Gm7 Am7
No half-truths, just naked minds, caught between space and time
Bb C Gm7 Am7 Bb C F
This now, with the world in mind, but maybe some day
[Refrain]
F Am7
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb Dm7 Gm7 Bb
But everything I try just takes you further from me
[Outro]
F Am7
Woah, once again I am a child
Eb Dm7
I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah
Gm7 Am7 Bb
Of everything that I know, yeah
C Gm7 Am7 Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F Am7
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm7 Gm7 Am7 Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm7 Am7 Bb C F
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F Am7
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm7 Gm7 Am7 Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm7 Am7 Bb C F
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F Am7
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm7 Gm7 Am7 Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm7 Am7 Bb C F
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
N.C
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm7 Gm7 Am7 Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm7 Am7 Bb C F
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
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version 2
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
F D7
Some day, some day
Bb C F
Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown
F
Some day, some day, some day
Am
I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Hold up, hold up
Eb Dm
Some day, some days, I remembered this on a Sunday
Gm Am Bb C Gm Am Bb C
Back way, yeah, way, way, burning, mhm-mhm
F Am
Uh, some day, well, I wanna tell everybody, some days
Eb
I wanna hit the red dot, I'll never find
Dm
Some days, ohh
Gm Am Bb C
Now that I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana
Gm Am Bb C
Now that I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh, yeah
[Chorus]
F Am
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb Dm Gm C
But everything I try just takes you further from me
[Verse]
F
Some day we gon' set it off
Am
Some day we gon' get this off
Baby, don't you bet it all
Eb
On a pack of Fentanyl
Dm
You might think they wrote you off
Gm Am
They gon' have to rope me off
Bb C Gm Am
Some day the drama'll be gone
Bb C F
And they'll pray, no, oh, no
F
Sometimes I take all the shine
Am
Talk like I drank all the wine
Years ahead but way behind
Eb
I'm on one, two, three, four, five
Dm
No half-truths, just naked minds
Gm Am
Caught between space and time
Bb C Gm Am
This not what we had in mind
Bb C
But maybe some day
[Chorus]
F Am
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb Dm Gm C
But everything I try just takes you further from me
[Outro]
F Am
Woah, once again I am a child
Eb Dm
I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah
Gm Am Bb
Of everything that I know
C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm Gm Am Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm Gm Am Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm Gm Am Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb Dm Gm Am Bb
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
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version 3
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
F D7
Some day, some day
G7 C7 F
Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown
[Verse 1]
F
Some day, some day, some day
Am
I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Hold up, hold up
Eb D D7
Some day, some days, I remembered this on a Sunday
Gm Am Bb C Gm Am Bb C F
Back way, yeah, way, way, burning, mhm-mhm
F Am
Uh, some day, well, I wanna tell everybody, some days
Eb
I wanna hit the red dot, I'll never find
D D7
Some days, ohh (heatstroke)
Gm Am Bb C Gm Am Bb C
Now that I'm livin' high, I'm smokin' marijuana
Gm Am Bb C Gm Am Bb C F
Now that I'm livin' high, I do whatever I wanna, oh yeah
[Chorus]
F Am
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb D D7 Gm Bb Bbm
But everything I try just takes you further from me
[Verse 2]
F
Some day we gon' set it off
Am
Some day we gon' get this off
Baby, don't you bet it all
Eb
On a pack of Fentanyl
D D7
You might think they wrote you off
Gm Am
They gon' have to rope me off
Bb C Gm Am
Someday the drama'll be gone
Bb C F
And they'll pray, it's not enough
F
Sometimes I take all the shine
Am
Talk like I drank all the wine
Years ahead but way behind
Eb
I'm on one, two, three, four, five
D7
No half-truths, just naked minds
Gm Am
Caught between space and time
Bb C Gm Am
This not what we had in mind
Bb C
But maybe some day
F
[Chorus]
F Am
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb D D7 Gm Bb
But everything I try just takes you further from me
[Outro]
F Am
Woah, once again I am a child
Eb D
I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah
D7 Gm Am
Of everything that I know, yeah
Bb C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb D D7 Gm Am
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Bb C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb D D7 Gm Am
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Bb C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb D D7 Gm Am
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Bb C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
Am
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb D D7 Gm Am
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Bb C Gm Am Bb C F
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
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version 4
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
Ebmaj9 X4
[Chorus: Frank Ocean] Ebmaj9
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Ebmaj9
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
Gb6/Ab
The maids come around too much
Gb6/Ab
Parents ain't around enough
Dbmaj9
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Dbmaj9
Too many white lies and white lines
Ab6/Bb
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Bb7#5
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Ebmaj9
Start my day up on the roof
Ebmaj9
There's nothing like this type of view
Gb6/Ab
Point the clicker at the tube
Gb6/Ab
I prefer expensive news
Dbmaj9
New car, new girl
Dbmaj9
New ice, new glass
Dbmaj9
New watch, good times babe
Dbmaj9
It's good times, yeah
Ab6/Bb
She wash my back three times a day
Bb7#5
This shower head feels so amazing
Ebmaj9
We'll both be high, the help don't stare
Ebmaj9
They just walk by, they must don't care
Gb6/Ab
A million one, a million two
Gb6/Ab
A hundred more will never do
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Ebmaj9
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Ebmaj9
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
Gb6/Ab
The maids come around too much
Gb6/Ab
Parents ain't around enough
Dbmaj9
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Dbmaj9
Too many white lies and white lines
Gb6/Ab
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Bb7#5
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
Ebmaj9 Gb6/Ab
Real love, I'm searching for a real love
Dbmaj9 Ab6/Bb
Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love
Bb7#5
Oh, real love
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Ebmaj9
Close your eyes to what you can't imagine
Ebmaj9
We are the Xanny-gnashing
Ebmaj9
Caddy-smashing, bratty ass
Ebmaj9
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
Gb6/Ab
And used that shit for batting practice
Gb6/Ab
Adamant and he thrashing
Gb6/Ab
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
Dbmaj9
Panic and patch me up
Dbmaj9
Pappy done latch-keyed us
Dbmaj9
Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough
Ab6/Bb
Brash as fuck, breachin' all these aqueducts
Ab6/Bb
Don't believe us
Bb7#5
Treat us like we can't erupt, yup
[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Ebmaj9
We end our day up on the roof
Ebmaj9
I say I'll jump, I never do
Gb6/Ab
But when I'm drunk I act a fool
Gb6/Ab
Talking 'bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits
Dbmaj9
I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm
Dbmaj9
She slaps my hand
Dbmaj9
It's good times, yeah
Ab6/Bb
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
Ab6/Bb
The market's down like 60 stories
Ebmaj9
And some don't end the way they should
Ebmaj9
My silver spoon has fed me good
Gb6/Ab
A million one, a million cash
Gb6/Ab
Close my eyes and feel the crash
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Ebmaj9
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Ebmaj9
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
Gb6/Ab
The maids come around too much
Gb6/Ab
Parents ain't around enough
Dbmaj9
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Dbmaj9
Too many white lies and white lines
Ab6/Bb
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Bb7#5
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
[Outro]
Ebmaj9
Real love, ain't that something rare
Gb6/Ab
I'm searching for a real love, talking 'bout real love
Gb6/Ab
Real love, yeah
Dbmaj9
Real love
Ab6/Bb
I'm searching for a real love
Bb7#5
Talkin' 'bout a real love
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version 5
Tuning: E A D G B E
Intro
(main part)
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|----------------------8--8-7--7--------------------------------------------|
D|--3-----------7-7/-\7-8--8-7--7-5-5-7-7-8-8-10-10-5-5-7-7-8-8-10-10-3------|
A|--3-------3-1-7-7/-\7-6--6-5--5-5-5-7-7-8-8-10-10-5-5-7-7-8-8-10-10-3----- |
E|--1-1-3/5-----5-5/-\5-----------3-3-5-5-6-6-8--8--3-3-5-5-6-6-8--8--1------|
Some day, some day
Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown
Some day, some day
Some day I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Hold up, hold up
Some days, some days
I remember this on Sunday
Back way, yeah way, way
Some day, mmm, mmm
Some day, I wanna tell everybody, some days
I wanna hit the red dot, I'll never find
Some days, some
Each one, knowing how 'm livin', smokin' marijuana
Now I'm livin' high, doin' what I wanna, some days
I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
Some day we gon' set it off
Some day we gon' get this off
Baby, don't you bet it all
On a pack of Fentanyl
You might think they wrote you off
They gon' have to rope me off
Some day the drama'll be gone
And they'll pray, it's not enough
Sometimes I take all the shine
Talk like I drank all the wine
Years ahead but way behind
I'm on one, two, three, four, five
No half-truths, just naked minds
Caught between space and time
This not what we had in mind
But maybe some day
I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
Oh, once again I am a child
I let it all go (go), of everything that I know, yeah
Of everything that I know, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
KEY:
slide up - /
slide down - \
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version 6
Tuning: E A D G B E
Solo
(0:35)
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------12-15-13-12-7--------------12----------------------------------------------------------|
E|--1--5--8-----------------5--5--12-11----11-10-10\3--3--5--5--6--6--8--8--3--3--5--5--6--6--8--8--|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------5h7-----------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------7--------6--12-6--5--5--------------8--13-15-13-12-|
E|--1---3h5--------3--5--8--5-----8--5-----------------8--3--5--6-----------------|
Solo (2:30)
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------------------------------------------18-16-18-17-16-------16-15-|
G|-----------------------------------------------14-14-14-14-14-17-17-17----------------12/15-------|
D|-----------------------------14-14-14-17-17-17----------------------------------------------------|
A|-----8--9--12-12-12-15-15-15----------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--1-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------------------------------|
D|-----------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------------------|
E|--3--3--5--5--6--6--8--8--3--3--5--5--6--6--8--8--1--|
Some day, some day
Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry crown
Some day, some day
Some day I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Hold up, hold up
Some days, some days
I remember this on Sunday
Back way, yeah way, way
Some day, mmm, mmm
Some day, I wanna tell everybody, some days
I wanna hit the red dot, I'll never find
Some days, some
Each one, knowing how 'm livin', smokin' marijuana
Now I'm livin' high, doin' what I wanna, some days
I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
Some day we gon' set it off
Some day we gon' get this off
Baby, don't you bet it all
On a pack of Fentanyl
You might think they wrote you off
They gon' have to rope me off
Some day the drama'll be gone
And they'll pray, it's not enough
Sometimes I take all the shine
Talk like I drank all the wine
Years ahead but way behind
I'm on one, two, three, four, five
No half-truths, just naked minds
Caught between space and time
This not what we had in mind
But maybe some day
I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
Oh, once again I am a child
I let it all go (go), of everything that I know, yeah
Of everything that I know, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on the stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
| \ Slide down
| h Hammer-on
| / Slide up
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version 7
[Intro: Shirley Ann Lee] F Cdim7
Some day, some day
Gm C7
Some day I'll, I wanna wear a starry
F
crown
[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
F
Some day, some day, some day
Am7
I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Am7
Hold up, hold up
Eb/G Cdim7
Some day, some days, I remembered this on a Sunday
Gm Am Bb C Gm Am Bb C
Back way, yeah, way, way, burning, mhm-mhm
F
Uh, some days, not gonna please
Am7
everybody
Am7
Some days I wanna hit the red dot on
Eb/G
everybody
Cdim7
Some days, ohh (Heatstroke)
Gm Am
Now that I'm livin' high, I'm smokin'
Bb C
marijuana
Gm Am
Now that I'm livin' high, I do what I
Bb C
wanna, oh, yeah
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
F Am7
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb/G Cdim7 Gm
But everything I try just takes you
C7
further from me
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
F
Some day we gon' set it off
Am7
Some day we gon' get this off
Am7
Baby, don't you bet it all
Eb/G
On a pack of Fentanyl
Cdim7
You might think they wrote you off
Gm Am
They gon' have to rope me off
Bb C Gm Am
Someday the drama'll be gone
Bb C F
And they'll play this song on and on
F
Sometimes I take all the shine
Am7
Talk like I drank all the wine
Am7
Years ahead but way behind
Eb/G
I'm on one, two, three, four, five
Cdim7
No half-truths, just naked minds
Gm Am
Caught between space and time
Bb C Gm Am
This not what we had in mind
Bb C
But maybe some day
[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
F Am7
I've been tryin' to make you love me
Eb/G Cdim7
But everything I try just takes you
Gm C
further from me
[Outro: 070 Shake]
F Am7
Woah, once again I am a child
Am7
I let it all go, of everything that I
Eb/G
know, yeah
Cdim7
Of everything that I know, yeah
Gm Am Bb C
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F Am7
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb/G Cdim7 Gm
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Gm C
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F Am7
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb/G Cdim7
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Gm C
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F Am7
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb/G Cdim7
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Gm C
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F
Am7
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
Eb/G Cdim7
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
Gm C
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
F
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