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All Tomorrows Parties by Velvet Underground




                   All Tomorrows Parties







riff:

To all tomorrow's parties
    {G    /     Em}  {A}           {A}
 1e -----------------------------------------------|
 2B -----------------------------------------------|
 3G -----------------------------------------------|
 4D ------------------7---7--5---5--9---9--7---7---|
 5A -----------------------------------------------|
 6E ------------------5---5--3---3--7---7--5---5---|

riff:

... when midnight comes around
    {G}  {A}   {G}           {A}           {A}
 1e -------------------------------------------------------|
 2B -------------------------------------------------------|
 3G -------------------------------------------------------|
 4D --------------------------7---7--5---5--9---9--7---7---|
 5A -------------------------------------------------------|
 6E --------------------------5---5--3---3--7---7--5---5---|


Intro: 	D

D				C    G    D
And what costume shall the poor girl wear?
      G			A
To all tomorrow’s parties
D				C     G       D
A hand me down dress, from who knows where
     G			A
To all tomorrow’s parties

        G
And where shall she go
        A
And what shall she do
         G			  A
When midnight comes along
          D		     C     G     D
She’ll turn once more to Sunday’s clown
    G   A	        D
And cry behind the door






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version 2





And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties

And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties






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