The Sound Program

G                   F     
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
C7                       G
Ooh, that red, white and blue
G                        F
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
C7                            G     
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord!

G            D            C                    G    
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
G            D            C                    G  
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

G                   F     
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
C7                        G
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
G                   F
But when the taxman comes to the door,
C7                                     G
Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah

G            D            C                        G    
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
G            D            C                    G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

G F C G 2x

G                  F          
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
C7                             G              
Ooh, and they send you down to war, lord
G                       F            
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
C7                      G     G     G     G
Ooh, the only answer is more! more! more! yeah!

G            D            C                   G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
G            D            C                    G 
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, one
G            D            C                    G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no
G            D            C                    G
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, son

Stay
Maurice Williams

(Video)

#1.
        F             Bb     Eb     F          Bb     Gm Eb F 
(Stay!) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh...just a little bit longer?
Bb                              Eb
Please, please, please, please, please...
     F               Bb Gm Eb F 
Tell me you're going to.

#2.
F         Bb          Gm   Eb F 
Now, your Daddy don't mind...
F        Bb          Gm    Eb F 
And your Mommy don't mind...
F     Bb           Gm     Eb         F        Gm
If we have another dance..yeah..just one more ti..i..i..me.

#3.
    F         Bb   Gm Eb          F          Bb   Gm Eb
Oh, won't you stay?........just a little bit longer?
Eb         F      Bb        Gm  Eb   F        Bb
Pleeeease..let me hear you, you say..that you will.
 Eb      Bb
(Say you wi..i..i..ill.)

CHORUS-
D7                                 Gm
Won't you press your sweet lips to mine?
C                      C7  F          F///
Won't you say you love me..all of the ti..me?

#4.
       F                     Bb     Eb     F          Bb     Gm Eb F 
(Stay!)Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah...just a little bit longer?
Bb                              Eb
Please, please, please, please, please...
     F               Bb Gm Eb F 
Tell me you're going to.

OUTRO-
F                             Bb  Gm Eb
Come on, come on, come on and stay....(x4)(Fade.)

Online
Brad Paisley

(Video)

[Intro]
G F C x2
 
[Verse 1]
G      F           C
I work down at the pizza pit
    G          F       C
And I drive an old Hyundai
G       D            Em      C
I still live with my mom and dad
                            D
I'm five foot three and overweight
 
[Verse 2]
      G        F      C
I'm a sci-fi fanatic, mild asthmatic
G             F          C
Never been to second base
              G             D  Em          C
But there's a whole 'nother me you need to see
         D     G
Go check out MySpace
 
[Chorus]
      C  G D               G
Cause on - line I'm out in Hollywood
    C G    D            G
I'm 6 foot 5 and I look damn good
  C           G           D               Em
I drive a Maserati, I'm a black belt in karate
      C                    D
and I love a good glass of wine
   C    G      D              G
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
  C        G       D            G
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
      C         G        D            Em
Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
C                   D
Chat with two women at one time
    G       F        C
I'm so much cooler online
G       F        C
So much cooler online
 
[Verse 3]
G     F       C
I get home, I kiss my mom
       G      F         C
And she fixes me a snack
    G      D          Em       C
And I head down to my basement bedroom
         D        G
And fire up my Mac
 
[Verse 4]
G       F        C
In real life the only time I've
G         F        C
Ever even been to LA
          G        D               Em       C
Was when I got the chance with the marching band
        C           D      G
to play tuba in the rose parade
 
[Chorus]
    C  G D              G
But on - line I live in Malibu
 C         G      D                   G
I pose for Calvin Klein, I've been in GQ
    C              G          D            Em
I'm single and I'm rich and I got a set of six pack
C                        D
Abs that would blow your mind
   C    G      D              G
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
  C        G       D            G
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
      C         G        D            Em
Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
C                   D
Chat with two women at one time
    G       F        C
I'm so much cooler online
G         F        C
Yeah, I'm cooler online
 
[Bridge]
         D                       G
When you got my kinda stats it's hard to get a date
C           D        G
Let alone a real girlfriend
      D                       G
But I grow another foot and I lose a buncha weight
C                D
Every time I log in
 
[Solo]
| Em D | C    | G    | D    |
| Em   | C    | G    | D    |
 
[Chorus]
C  G D               G
On - line I'm out in Hollywood
    C G    D     N.C.
I'm 6 foot 5 and I look damn good
C         G        D            G
Even on a slow day I can have a three way
C                   D
Chat with two women at one time
    G       F        C
I'm so much cooler online
G         F        C
Yeah, I'm cooler online
    G       F        C
I'm so much cooler online
G         F        C
Yeah, I'm cooler online
 
[Outro]
G           F        C
(Yeah, he's cooler online)
G        F        C
Hey, I'm cooler online
G               F        C
(Ohh yeah, he's cooler online)
G         F         C
Yeah, I'm sittin' online
G F C
G        F        C
Hey, I'm cooler online
 
G F C
(repeat/fade out)

We Built This City
Starship

(Video)

Cmaj9               G                  G   Am7  G
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
  Cmaj9              G                  Bm   G   Cmaj7
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
(G C  (D E D G F# D low A, D low A) Bm Am, G C, D/F# G)

G                          C
Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
 F/G                    D/G     G
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
                          C
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
 F/G      D        G                  (D/F#)
Too many runaways eating up the night

Em             Cmaj7  G                D               G  C(add9) 
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
               C(add9)   Bm Am7              C(add9)  G    C   Em
We built this city,            we built this city on rock and roll

Someone's always playing corporation games
Who cares they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page

G       C   G (C D/F#) G   G/B         G    (C D)
It's just another Sunday,        in a tired old street
   G                            Cmaj9  C       G  (C)          D/F#     G
Police have got the choke hold, oh----oh, oh, oh, but we just lost the beat

Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cos we're [the ship of] fools
Looking for Bmerica, crawling through your schools

I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge, out on another gorgeous sunny Saturday,
I've seen that bumper-to-bumper traffic (CHORUS)

Here's your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city the city by the bay,
the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps

Marconi plays the mamba.. . (CHORUS)

Die Young
Ke$ha

(Video)

126 bpm
P22 A

Intro: E
Chorus: C#m B E A

Just strum C#m-B-E-A throughout the whole song =)) NO CAPO NEEDED

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms 
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young