* Meat Loaf : All revved up with no place to go (Steinman)
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| A | G | F#m7 | E7sus4 ||
A G A
I was nothing but a lonely boy looking for something new
G
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
E Esus4 E
Something like a dream come true
D
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
E
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock, but
A C#m
Every Saturday night
D A
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
D A
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
D A
All revved up with no place to go
| (A) | G | F#m7 | E7sus4 ||
In the middle of a steaming night
I'm tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack, but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
B5 C5 C#5 D5 etc. A5 etc.
Oh, Baby, I'm a hunter in the dark of the forest
D5 etc. A5 etc.
I've been stalking you and tracking you down
D5 etc. A5 etc.
Cruising up and down the main drag all night long
C G C G C G C D5 etc. A5 etc.
We could be standing at the top of the world
D5 etc. A5 etc.
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
C G C G C G C
You and me 'round about midnight
D/E E D/E E D/E E
You and me 'round about midnight
D/E E
Someone's got to draw first
D/E E
Draw first
D/E E G
Someone's got to draw first blood
D5 etc. G
Someone's got to draw first blood
A5 etc. D5 etc. G5
Oooh I got to draw first blood
A5 etc. D5 etc. G5 A5
Oooh I got to draw first blood
| C G C | G C G C |
| A G | A | | |
| G | | E Esus4 E D E | ||
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack, but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
| A | G D ||
(D) A G D
I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
A G
Looking for something to do
D A G
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
D E A
But you were something like a dream come true
D
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
E
And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock
A D E
But every Saturday night, I felt the fever grow
A
All revved up with no place to go
A D E
All revved up with no place to go
A D E
All revved up with no place to go
A D E
All revved up with no place to go
A
All revved up with no place to go
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Keep rockin !
Max ( Max_Guitarplayer@hotmail.com )
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