Ruby Tuesday
Rolling Stones
| Am | G | F | C |
| She would | never | say where she came | from |
| Am | G | F | C | G |
| Yester | day don’t | matter | if it’s | gone |
| Am | D7 | G |
| While the | sun is | bright |
| Am | D7 | G |
| Or in the | darkest | night |
| | C | G |
| No one | knows she comes and | goes |
| C | G | F | C |
| Good | bye | Ruby | Tuesday |
| | G | F | C |
| Who could | hang a | name on | you |
| C | G | Bb | F |
| When you | change with | ev’ry | new day |
| G | F | C | G |
| Still I’m gonna | miss | you | |
| Am | G | F | C |
| Don’t question | why she | needs to be so | free |
| | Am | G | F | C | G |
| She’ll | tell you | it’s the | only | way to | be |
| Am | D7 | G |
| She just can | can’t be | chained |
| | Am | D7 | G |
| To a | life where | nothing’s | gained |
| | C | G |
| And nothing’s | lost at such a | cost |
| Am | G | F | C |
| There’s no | time to | loose I heard her | say |
| Am | G | F | C | G |
| Catch your | dreams be | fore they | slip | away |
| Am | D7 | G |
| Dying | all the | time |
| Am | D7 | G |
| Lose your | dreams and | you |
| | C | G |
| will loose your | mind ain’t life | unkind |
Am. . . . G. . . . F. . . . C. . . . G. . C