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Gm C
If you reach back in your memory
Gm C
a little bell might ring
Gm C
bout a time that existed
Gm C
when money wasn’t king
Eb F
If you stretch your imagination
Eb F
I’ll tell you all a tale
Bb F
About a time when everything
Bb F C
Wasn’t up for sale
Gm C
There was this cat named Johnny
F Bb
who loved to play and sing
Bb F Gm
when money wasn’t king
Gm C
We’d all get so excited
Gm C
when john would give a show
Gm C
we’d raise the cash between us
Gm C
and down the road we’d go
Eb F
to hear him play that music
Eb F
it spoke right to my soul
Bb F C
every verse a diamond
Bb F C
every chorus gold
Gm C
the sound was my salvation
F Bb
it was only everything
Bb F Gm/ C
before money became king
F C
well I ain’t sure how it happened
F C
and I don’t know exactly when
F C
but every thing got bigger
F C
and the rules began to bend
G Dm
and the tv taught the people
G Dm
how to get their hair to shine
G Dm
and how sweet life could be
G Dm
if you keep a tight behind
Am Dm
and they raised the cost of living
Am Dm
and how could we ignore
Am Dm
they doubled the price of tickets
Am Bb
to go see johnny’s show
Bb F C
Gm C
So we hocked all our possessions
F Bb
and we sold a little dope
Bb F Gm
and went off to rock and roll
Gm C
we arrived there early
Gm C
in time to see rehearsal
Gm C
and john came out and lip synced
Gm C
his new light beer commercial
Eb F
and as the crowd arrived
Eb F
as far as I could see
Bb F
the faces were all different
Bb C
there was no one there like me
Gm C
They sat in golden circles
Gm C
the waiters served them wine
Gm C
they talked through all the music
G C
and to john paid little mind
Eb F
and way up in the nose bleeds
Eb F
we watched him on the screen
Bb F
they hung between the billboards
Bb F C
so cheaper seats could see
F C
johnny rocked that golden circle
F C
and all those VIP’s
F C
and that music that had freed us
F C
became a tired routine
G Dm
and I saw his face in close up
G Dm
trying to give it all he had
G Dm
and some times his eyes betrayed him
G Dm
you could see that he was sad
Am Dm
and I tried to rock on with him
Am Dm
but I slowly became bored
Am Dm
could that man on stage with everything
Am Bb
some how need some more
Bb F C
Gm C
no use in pretending
F Bb
no magic left to hear
Gm C
all the music gave me
F Bb
was a craving for light beer
Gm C
as I walked out of the arena
F Bb
my ears began to ring
Bb F Gm/C
and Money Became King
Gm C
Gm C
Gm C
Gm C
Bb F C
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