ABBA "MY LOVE, MY LIFE"

G#dim es xx0101

|C| I've seen it on your |G| face |G7| 
|C| Tells me more than any 
|F| worn-out |D| old |G| phrase 
|G#dim| So |Am| now |D7| we'll go separate |G| ways |Em| 
|Am| Never a-|D7| gain we |G| two |Em| 
|Am| Never a-|Am/G| gain, nothing |D/F#| I can
|G| do |G7 - G6| 

......Like an |G/F| image |G/E| passing |G/D| by,  
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......In the |F| mirror |D/F#| of your |G| eyes, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......I can see it all so |D/F#| clearly 
......Answer me sin-|G| cerely |Em| 
......|Am| Was it a |D/F#| dream, a |G| lie? 

......Like re-|G/F| flections |G/E| of your |G/D| mind, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......Are the |F| words you |D/F#| try to |G| find, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......But I know I don't pos-|F| sess you 
......So |G| go away, God |C| bless you 
......You are still my |F| love and |E| my |Am| life 
......|F| Still my one and |C| only 

|C| I've watched you look |G/B| away |G7/B| 
|C| Tell me is it really |F| so hard |D| to |G| say 
|G#dim| Oh |Am| this has |D7/F#| been my longest |G| day |Em| 
|Am| Sitting here |D| close to |G| you |Em| 
|Am| Knowing that |Am/G| maybe to-|D/F#| night we're 
|G| through |G7 - G6| 

......Like an |G/F| image |G/E| passing |G/D| by, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......In the |F| mirror |D/F#| of your |G| eyes, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......I can |C| see it all so |D/F#| clearly 
......Answer me sin-|G| cerely |Em| 
......|Am| Was it a |D/F#| dream, a |G| lie? 

......Like re-|G/F| flections |G/E| of your |G/D| mind, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......Are the |F| words you |D/F#| try to |G| find, 
......my |G7/B| love, my |C| life 
......But I |C| know I don't pos-|F| sess you 
......So |G| go away, God |C| bless you 
......You are still my |F| love and |E| my |Am| life 
......Yes, I |C| know I don't pos-|F| sess you 
......So |G| go away, God |C| bless you 
......|C/E| You are still my |F| love and |E| my |Am| life 
......|F| Still my one and |C| only

SINATRA: "MISTY"

Una del cancionero clásico americano, para variar. Muy cantable, no asustarse por la sinatreidad del asunto, si no se asustó Bob Dylan vos también podés, pibe. El final medio que lo inventé. 

Dmaj7/9: xx0220
Faug: xx3221
Eaug: xx2110
Ebdim: xx1212


Look at me |Dmaj7/9| 
I'm as |Am7| helpless as a |D7| kitten up a |Gmaj7| tree
And I feel like I'm |Gm7| clinging to a |C7| cloud, 
I |Dmaj7| can't under-|Bm7| stand
I get |Em7| misty
Just |A7| holding your |F#m7| hand |B7 - Em7 - A7| 

Walk my way |Dmaj7/9| 
And a |Am7| thousand vio-|D7| lins begin to |Gmaj7| play
Or it might be the |Gm7| sound of your |C7| hello, 
The |Dmaj7| music I |Bm7| hear
I get |Em7| misty
The |A7| moment you're |D| near |Faug - Eaug - D| 

......You could say |Bm| that you're |Am7| Leading me on |Am7 - Bbm7 - Bm7 - Cm7| 
......But it's |Ebdim| just what I |Gmaj7| want you to do
......Don't you notice how |G#m7| hopelessly I'm |G#m7| lost |Am7 - Bbm7 - Bm7| 
......That's why I'm |E7| following |A| you |A7| 

On my own |Dmaj7/9| 
Would I |Am7| wander through this |D7| wonderland a-|Gmaj7| lone
Never knowing my |Gm7| right foot from my |C7| left, 
My |Dmaj7| hat and my |Bm7| glove
I'm too |Em7| misty
And |A7| too much in |D| love |Gm7 - C7 - D| 

MCCARTNEY: "JENNY WREN"

Hermosura. Se obvió el final instrumental, caprichosamente. 

A2/E.......0xx200
Am/C.......x32210
A7/C#.......x4x020

Intro: |A - A2/E - F#m| - |F#m - E - D| - |D - E - F#m|

|A| Like |A2/E| so |F#m| many girls, 
|F#m| Jenny |E| Wren could |D| sing 
|D| But |E| a |F#m| broken heart, 
|F#m| took |E| her |Am| song away 

|A| Like |A2/E| the |F#m| other girls, 
|F#m| Jenny |E| Wren took |D| wing 
|D| She |E| could |F#m| see the world, 
|F#m| and |E| its |Am| foolish ways 

.......|Am/C| How |Am| we
.......|Dm| Spend |A7/C#| our |F/C| days
.......|E7/B| Casting, |Am| love |G/B| a- |Am/C| side 

.......|Am/C| Lo- |Am| sing 
.......|Dm| Sight |A7/C#| of |F/C| life
.......|E7/B| Day by |Am| day 

|A| She |A2/E| saw |F#m| poverty, 
|F#m| breaking |E| all the |D| home
|D| Woun- |E| ded |F#m| warriors, 
|F#m| took |E| her |Am| song away 

|A| But |A2/E| the |F#m| day will come, 
|F#m| Jenny |E| Wren will |D| sing
|D| When |E| this |F#m| broken world, 
|F#m| mends |E| its |Am| foolish ways 

.......|Am/C| Then |Am| we
.......|Dm| Spend |A7/C#| our |F/C| days
.......|E7/B| Catching |Am| up |G/B| on |Am/C| life 

.......|Am/C| All |Am| be-
.......|Dm| cause |A7/C#| of |F/C| you
.......|E7/B| Jenny |Am| Wren

.......|Am/C| You |Am| saw
.......|Dm| who|A7/C#| we |F/C| are
.......|E7/B| Jenny |Am| Wren |Am|