Albert Hammond - Air disaster

1.The en^Ggines s^Dpit out fi^Emre, I'm p^Gushed bac^Dk in my ^Emchair, the pressu^Gre gives^D me thr^Emills as we cl^Dimb in the ^Dair. And I lo^Gve to w^Datch the c^Emlouds and^G the moun^Dtains an^Emd the sky, s^Gwish aro^Dund a c^Emocktail the s^Dtewardess b^Drings by.

^EmLord, this is the l^Dife for me, ^EmLord, oh Lord, this is the ^Dlife for me, but I ^Cdon't w^Ganna di^De in an a^Gir dis^Daster,^Em I do^Cn't wa^Gnna d^Die on a p^Emlane.

2. Well, ^GI fisht^Dail throug^Emh the lanes, and I m^Gake my ti^Dres sque^Emal po^Gwer at m^Dy feet ^Emand glory ^Dat the whee^Dl. And I wi^Gnd the ^Dwindows do^Emwn, let the w^Gind blow ^Dthrough my ^Emhair, G^God knows^D where ^EmI'm going, bu^Dt me, I don^D't care.

^EmLord, this is the life for ^Dme, ^EmLord, oh Lord, this is the ^Dlife for me, but I^C don't ^Gwanna d^Die in a f^Greeway^D pile-^Emup, I d^Con't wan^Gna di^De on the ^Emroad

3. Well, ^GI'm you^Dng and I'm^Em pretty, and I w^Ganna stay^D that wa^Emy, w^Ganna be ^Ddesirab^Emle until m^Dy dying day^D. I don^G't wanna ^Dbe bed rid^Emden, an o^Gld and bi^Dtter sa^Emge, ^Ghave the nu^Drses sa^Emying I'm youn^Dg for my ag^De. ("He's yo^Cung fo^Dr his ^Gage.")

^EmOh Lord, don't let me go th^Dat way, ^EmLord, oh Lord, don't let me^D go that way. No, ^Cdon't m^Gake me ^Dgo like a^G fadin^Dg chor^Emus, do^Cn't ma^Gke me^D fade lik^Eme a song.

^EmLord, have merc^Dy on your son, ^EmLord, oh Lord, oh Lord, have me^Drcy on me, 'cause I d^Con't wa^Gnna d^Die in an ^Gair d^Disas^Emter, and I d^Con't wa^Gnna d^Die in a f^Greewa^Dy pi^Emle-up, and I d^Con't wa^Gnna g^Do like a ^Gfadin^Dg ch^Emorus, and I d^Con't wa^Gnna d^Die for n^Go goo^Dd re^Emason, and I j^Cust wan^Gna go^D on and^Em on.