Abbey Road

Autor: Paul McCartney
Sólový zpěv: Paul McCartney
Délka: 4:02

Začátek nahrávání: 6. května 1969 (36 tejků)

Producent: George Martin

Zvukař: Geoff Emerick

Hudebníci:
Paul McCartney - Zpěv, basová kytara, kytara, klavír
John Lennon - zpěv, kytara
George Harrison - zpěv, kytara
Ringo Starr - bicí, tamburína

Ukázka: You Never give Me Your Money

Text

You never give me your money
Your only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations you break down

I never give you my number
I only give you my situation
And in the middle of investigation I break down.

Out of college money spent
See no future pay no rent.
All the money's gone, nowhere to go.

Any Jobber got the sack,
Monday morning turning back.
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go.
But oh that magic feeling nowhere to go.
One sweet dream

Pick up the bags and get in the limousine.
Soon we'll be away from here.
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away,

One sweet dream came true today, came true today.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
All good children go to heaven.

Verse 1         Am7                       Dm9
                  You never give me your money,
                G7                      C
                  You only give me your funny paper,
                Fmaj7                    Bm7b5     E7
                  And in the middle of negot - i - ations
                    Am
                You break down.

Verse 2         Am7                   Dm9
                  I never give you my number,
                G7                   C
                  I only give you my situation,
                Fmaj7                    Bm7b5      E7
                  And in the middle of invest - i - gation
                Am            C/G  G
                I break down.

Bridge          C                 E7
                  Out of college, money spent,
                Am             C7
                See no future, pay no rent,
                F                 G               C
                All the money's gone, nowhere to go.

                C            E7
                  Any jobber got the sack,
                Am             C7
                Monday morning turning back,
                F              G               C
                Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go.

                    Bb                      F            C
                But oh, that magic feeling,   nowhere to go!
                Bb                      F            C
                Oh, that magic feeling,   nowhere to go!

                Nowhere to go!

Link            |:Bb      |F        |C        :|  Play 3 times
                  Ah,_____________ ooh.____

                |D7       |Eb7  G7* |C7   A7   |Eb7   C7  |F#7  Eb7 |A7 F#7 G7* G#7 |


Verse 3         A                  B
                  One sweet dream,
                C                    E               A
                Pick up the bags and get in the limousine.
                Dm             G/D
                Soon we'll be away from here,
                Dm                 G/D             A
                Step on the gas and wipe that tear away,
                                B           C* G/B A*
                One sweet dream   came true      today,
                          C* G/B A*
                Came true      today
                          C* G/B A*
                Came true      today
                              C* G/B A*
                Yes it did...

Coda            
                |:C*          G/B
                  One two the four five six seven
                  A*
                  All good children go to Heaven..