David Bowie - All The Young Dudes Chords & Tabs

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      D                         Dmaj7
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
         Bm                             Bm7
How he’d kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
F#m                                                A
Speed jive, don’t wanna stay alive when I’m twenty-five
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And Wendy’s stealing clothes from unlocked cars
And Freddy’s got scars from ripping the stars
From his face, funky little boat race

        Em                Em7
Oh! the television man is crazy
                     F#              Bm
Saying we’re all juvenile delinquent wrecks
       G            D               A
Oh but man, I need TV now there’s no T Rex
            A7sus4
Brother you guessed... I’m a dude yeah

CHORUS
D    Dmaj7                 Bm   Bm7
     All the Young Dudes        Carry the News
Am   Am7              F    C               G C A D
     Boogaloo Dudes        Carry the News


Now Mary looks sweet, cos he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule; it’s a real mean team
We can love, we can love

And my brother’s back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on the revolution stuff
What a drag – too many snags

       Em                          Em7
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine
      F#               Bm
Gotta race some cat to bed
        G            D                     A
Is this concrete all around or is it in my head?
               A7sus4
Brother you’ve guessed, that I’m a dude yeah!

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