Strofa 1
Dm D Gm
About an hour more,
when I go upstairs
Bb Am
You can read between the lines
Gm
I can make it to the top,
A
but then I'm gonna stop
Dm A
But I'm alright
Dm Bdim
I'm really fine
Bb
It's just the wind
A
And all this making love
Gm
In a day or two, it'll really show
Bb A Am
Gonna win me to the ground
Gm
It's just the way it goes,
A
you keep me on my toes,
Dm A
but I'm alright
Dm Bdim Bb
And should I mind, it's just the wine,
A
and all this making love
Gm
And I can't keep still,
gonna make a will,
Bb Am
cause I'm losing all my hair
Gm
I try to make it seem
A Dm A
it is n't just a dream and I'm all right
Dm
I'm almost there
Bdim Bb
It isn't bad
A
To wake up
Gm A Dm
Always waking up
G Bb A Dm
G Bb A Dm
D Gm
I get pleasure and pain,
it's a gravy train,
Bb Am
it's a wonderland, it's a ride
Gm
And the rumour is I'm told
A
she's really gonna hold
Dm A
and I'm alright
Dm
I'm really fine,
Bdim Bb
it's just the way I am,
A
and all is making sense
Gm
Well, you're making me strung
by the tip of my tongue,
Bb Am
like a tiger in a cage
Gm
She got me up a wall,
A Dm
I'm slowing to a crawl, but I'm alright
A Dm Bdim Bb
I'm really fine, it's just the wine
A
And all this making love
Gm A
Too much, too much,
Dm
too much, too much
Bb A Dm
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Bb A
Too much, too much, too much,
Dm Bb A Dm
too much
Bb A Dm
You
About an hour or more, when I go upstairs, you can read between the lines
I can make it to the top, but then I gotta stop
But I'm all right, I'm really fine
It's just the wine and all this making love
In a day or so, it'll really show, gonna wear me to the ground
It's just the way it goes, she keeps me on my toes
But I'm all right, and should I mind
It's just the wine and all this making love
And I can't keep still, gonna make a will, 'cause I'm losing all my hair
I try to make it seem it isn't just a dream
And I'm all right, I'm almost there
It isn't fair to wake up all this making love
I get pleasure and pain, it's a gravy train, it's a wonderland, it's a ride
And the rumor is I'm told, she's really got a hold
And I'm all right, I'm really fine
It's just the wine and all this making love
She'll be making me strung by the tip of my tongue like a tiger in a cage
She's got me up a wall, I'm slowing to a crawl
But I'm all right, I'm really fine
It's just the wine and all this making love
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much
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Bee Gees · 1975 · Track 6