Killing Of Georgie by Rod Stewart chord (text):

Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2004 22:35:09 -0000
From: jerry davies planning consultancy 
Subject: s/stewart_rod/killing_of_georgie.crd

From: Jerry Davies (jdpc@ntlworld.com)

To: guitar@The Tabcrawler.net

Subject: "The Killing of Georgie"

 

I looked for the chords or tab for this song everywhere, but surprisingly nobody

has put it anywhere on the web. This is what I think it is ^Ö a proper three chorder

 -  but any corrections or embellishments are welcomed.

 

               "The Killing of Georgie Part I"

                       (Rod Stewart)

               Album ^Ö A Night on the Town 1976

 

C                                Em

In these days of changing ways, so called liberated days

    F                                C

A story comes to mind of a friend of mine ....

 C                            Em      

Georgie Boy was gay I guess, nothing more or nothing less

 F                             C

The kindest guy I ever knew ...

     C                                Em  

His mothers tears fell in vain, the afternoon George tried to explain 

F                                     C

That he need love like all the rest

C                                   Em

Pa said ^Ñthere must be a mistake^Ò, how can my son not be straight

F                                 C

After all I^Òve said and done for him?

 

Chorus:

C                              Em                         

Do do, da do do, da do do doo, do do, da do do, da do do doo

F                                   C

Do do, da do do, da do do doo, doo do

 

Leaving home on a greyhound bus, cast out by the ones he loved

A victim of these gay days it seems

 

Do do, da do do, da do do doo, do do, da do do, da do do doo, do do, da
do do, da do do doo, doo do

 

Georgie went to New York town, where he quickly settled down

And soon became the toast of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan^Òs elite, in all the places that were chic

No party was complete^Å^Å.without George

 

Along the boulevards he^Òd cruise, and all the old queens blew a fuse

Everybody loved Georgie boy^Å.

 

Do do, da do do, da do do doo, do do,da do do, da do do doo, do do da do
do, da do do doo, doo do

 

The last time I saw George alive, was in the summer of seventy-five

He said he was in love, I said I^Òm pleased

George attended the opening night, of another Broadway hype

But split before the final curtain fell

Deciding to take a short cut home, arm in arm they meant no wrong

A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue

 

Do do, da do do, da do do doo, do do,da do do, da do do doo, do do da do
do, da do do doo, doo do

 

Out of a darkened side street came, a New Jersey gang with just one aim,
to roll some innocent passer-by

There ensued a fearful fight, screams rang out in the night

George^Òs head hit a sidewalk corner stone

 

A leathered kid, a switchblade knife, he did not intend to take his life,
he just pushed his luck a little too far that night

The sight of blood dispersed the gang, a crowd gathered, the Police came,
an ambulance screamed to a halt^Å.on fifty third and third

 

George^Òs life ended there, but I ask who really cares?

George once said to me, and I quote^Å.

He said never wait, or hesitate, get in kid before its too late

You may never get another chance

Cos youth^Òs a mask, but it don^Òt last, live it long and live it fast

Georgie was a friend of mine^Å.

 

jdpc@ntlworld.com