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Sinatra And I by James Keelaghan






                Sinatra And I 







[Intro]
D   G  A  D   A

D                         G
I have to admit there's a strange tale between us
D                      G               A
A twisted road winding between you and I
D                              G
I was living in a cabin on the edges of Staten
D                           G          A
I was lyin' in bed, looking out at the night

A                  G           D
Grey sky exploded, fire rained down
D                           G             D
Some refinery in Jersey had burned to the ground
A                        G           D
Call me superstitious, I called it a sign.
D                    G                  A
I packed up the van, headed out for the night

D                             G
I wandered for months; it was gorgeous but somehow
D                        G         A
I didn't know what I was tryin' to find
D                                G
The last days of summer found me crossin' the border
D                                 G         A
I was feelin' quite lonely, quite out of my mind.

A                       G            D
I stopped in Regina, my spirits were low
D                               G        A
If I didn't do something, I was bound to explode.
A                               G        D
If I was gonna keep travelin' I needed a date
D                               G  A
Pulled the van to a stop at the SPCA

Bm                      G         D
There he sat curled up, back in a corner
D                       G        A
Face like a bandit, and icy blue eyes.
Bm                  G
Opened the gate and casually strolled
D                       G      A
Out of the kennel, and into my life.

NOTE: I dont' usually do this, but I'll let you figure out the rest. It's the same 
and I'm writing this in a hurry. Sorry!


So it was that Sinatra and I went a'rovin'

Yeah, that's what I called him, because of his eyes

Turns out as well, he's a pretty good singer

Though he tends more to blues than to strangers at night


Blue-eyes beside me we kept heading North

Near Whitehorse the van finally gave up the ghost

Got a job at a cafe where Sinatra begged scraps

Savin' our money for spark plugs and maps


Some nights we've both got cabin fever

We go for a walk ol' Sinatra and I

Nose in the ground, sniffing out possibilities

Me looking out through the dome of the sky.


I ask him to sit, he pays me no mind.

He'll do it his way, and I'll do it mine

That's why I liked him, once more that's why

I think there's a future for Sinatra and I.








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version 2 







 
## NOTE: ~ ~ = Walk-Down from C to G ##
 
 
INTRO: C  F  C    G  C  F  C   F  G
 
  C         G             Am             C
I have to admit there's a strange tale between us
  F                      C             G
A twisted road winding between you and I
  C               G             Am       C
I was living in a garret on the edges of Staten
      F                     C          G
I was lying in bed, looking out at the night
 
 
                   F           C
Grey sky exploded, fire rained down
                                          G
Some refinery in Jersey had burned to the ground
                         F           C
Call me superstitious, I called it a sign
                                        G
I packed up the van, headed out for the Line
 
 
  C            G              Am           C
I wandered for months, it was gorgeous but somehow
  F                      C         G
I didn't know what I was trying to find
    C            G               Am           C
The last days of summer found me crossing the border
      F                           C         G
I was feeling quite lonely, quite out of my mind
 
 
                        F            C
I stopped in Regina, my spirits were low
                                           G
If I didn't do something, I was bound to explode
                                  F        C
If I was gonna keep travelling, I needed a date
                                   G
Pulled the van to a stop at the SPCA
 
 
INTERLUDE: C    F  G  C    F  G  C
 
 
BRIDGE:
Am                      F           C
There he sat curled up, back in the corner
                                 G
Face like a bandit, and icy blue eyes
   Am                  F        C
He opened the gate and casually strolled
                               G
Out of the kennel, and into my life
 
 
      C           G         Am       C
So it was, that Sinatra and I went a-roving
      F                           C            G
Yeah, that's what I called him, because of his eyes
C            G            Am          C
Turns out as well, he's a pretty good singer
          F                           C            G
Though he tends more to blues than to Strangers at Night
 
 
                           F            C
Old Blue Eyes beside me we kept heading North
                                             G
Near Whitehorse the van finally gave up the ghost
                            F            C
Got a job at a cafe where Sinatra begged scraps
                                     G
Saving our money for spark plugs and maps
 
 
INTERLUDE:   C      F   G    C    F  G
           Ohhh ohh ohh ohh
 
 
C           G         Am        C
Some nights we'd both got cabin fever
     F                   C         G
We'd go for a walk old Sinatra and I
    C           G                Am       C
His nose in the ground, sniffing out possibilities
F                             C           G
We're looking out through the dome of the sky
 
 
                     F          C
I ask him to sit, he pays me no mind
                                   G
He'll do it his way and I'll do it mine
                        F                C
That's why I liked him, once more that's why
                               ~ ~       G   C
I think there's a future for Sinatra and I____
 
 
OUTRO: F  G  C    F  G  C    F  G  C    F  G  C








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