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From: krueger@mkd8.df.op.dlr.de
Subject: cover_of_the_rolling_stone.crd
Date: Thu, 17 Aug 95 12:56:05 MESZ

Oh, by the way, anyone who can tell me the words he sings where I
had to put in the question marks? Please drop me a line!

Wolf 'le loup' Krueger  (wolf.krueger@dlr.de)

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Cover of the Rolling Stone 

(Dr. Hook)


A                                                
Well we are big rock singers  

we've got golden fingers                            
                              E                                   
and we're loved everywhere we go,                

we sing about beauty and we sing about thruth    
E7                        A                      
at ten thousand dollars a show;                  

we take all kind of pills                        

to give us all kind of thrills,                  
                           D                             
but the thrill we've never known,                
        E                                        
is the thrill that'll get you                   

when you get your picture                        
                            A                                                
on the cover of the Rolling Stone                


CHORUS:                                          
A       E
Rolling Stone                                     
                                                  
   wanna see my picture on the cover 
   A                                             
   wanna buy five copies for my mother                               
   E                                             
   wanna see my smilin' face 
       D                    A                      
on the cover of the Rolling Stone                 
                                                 


A
I've got a freaky lady

called my Cocain Katy
                 E
who ??? ??? on my jeans,

I've got my poor old gray-haired Daddy,
E7              A
drivin' my limousine

Now it's all designed

to blow our minds
                               D
but our minds won't really be blown,
         E
like the blow that'll get you

when you get your picture
                            A
on the cover of the Rolling Stone



CHORUS



 A
We got a lot of

little blue-eyed, teenage groupies
                    E
who do anything we say,

we got a genuine Indian guru,
 E7                        A
who's teachin' us a better way,

we got all the friends

that money can buy,
                        D
so we never have to be alone,
       E
and we keep gettin' richer

but we can't get our picture
                            A
on the cover of the Rolling Stone


2 x CHORUS