Sticky Fingers - Junk

^Abmaj7Even an under^Fmtaker Can ^Bb6never get his hands out ^Cmclean A ^Absmile, we can ^Ebmaj7fake it, we're so ^Bb6mean So ^Abmaj7who you really wanna p^Fmlease? And ^Bb6what do you really want from ^Cmme? 'Cause ^Aball I really got right ^Ebmaj7now, it fits to a ^Bb6tee

^AbOh, the places we'll^Bb6 go ^Cm With ^Aball the life I ^Emaj7hold ^{Bb6 Ab}On our way, soon we'll ^Bb6know ^{Cm Ab}Before my hands turn ^Gmcold ^Bb6

^Amaj7Heaven knows no place for junk like ^Emaj7me I'm ^Gmflown away ^Amaj7 and gone to waste ^{Emaj7 Gm Amaj7}Heaven has no space for what I n^Emaj7eed I'm ^Gmflown away ^Amaj7 and gone to waste ^Emaj7I'll blow the way, I'm cha^Gmined in fantasy

^Abmaj7Even the stars are ^Fmdead now And ^Bb6people taken by ^Cmmachine ^AbLost in a mystic^Ebmaj7 skyline, Bowie's ^Bb6dreams So ^Abmaj7what's the point of livin' ^Fmclean When you're ^Bb6hidin' dirt beneath your ^Cmfeet? That all I ^Abreally got right ^Ebmaj7now fits to a ^Bb6tee

^Amaj7Heaven knows no place for junk like ^Emaj7me I'm ^Gmflown away ^Amaj7 and gone to waste ^{Emaj7 Gm Amaj7}Heaven has no space for what I n^Emaj7eed I'm ^Gmflown away ^Amaj7 and gone to waste ^Emaj7I'll blow the way, I'm cha^Gmined in fantasy

^Abmaj7x2 ^{Emaj7 Bb6}

^Abmaj7Oh, the places we'll ^Bb6go ^Cm With ^Abmaj7all the life I ^Emaj7hold ^{Bb6 Abmaj7}On our way, soon we'll ^Bb6know ^{Cm Abmaj7}Before my hands turn c^Emaj7old ^Bb6

^Abmaj7x2 ^{Emaj7 Bb6}