Back To Blackv4

...BACK TO BLACK... by Amy Winehouse (2006)

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>2. YOU KNOW I'M NO GOOD

>3. ME & MR. JONES

>4. JUST FRIENDS

>6. LOVE IS A LOSING GAME

>7. TEARS DRY ON THEIR OWN

>9. SOME UNHOLY WAR

>10.HE CAN ONLY HOLD HER

>11.ADDICTED

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1...REHAB... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black' (2006)*

Chorus 1:

They try to make me go to rehab; I say no, no, no,

Yes I've been black but when I come back; you'll know, know, know.

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine;

He's tried to make me go to rehab; I won't go, go, go.

Verse 1:

I'd rather be at home with Ray,

I ain't got seventy days.

'Cos there's nothing, there's nothing you can teach me,

That I can't learn from Mr Hathaway.

Bridge 1:

I didn't get a lot in class,

But I know it don't come in a shot glass.

Chorus 2:

They try to make me go to rehab; I say no, no, no,

Yes I've been black but when I come back; you'll know, know, know.

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine;

He's tried to make me go to rehab; I won't go, go, go.

Verse 2:

The man said why do you think you here?

I said; I got no idea.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, lose my baby,

So I always keep a bottle near.

Bridge 2:

He said I just think you're depressed,

Yes me, yeah baby and the rest.

Chorus 3:

They try to make me go to rehab; I say no, no, no,

Yes I've been black but when I come back; you'll know, know, know.

Verse 3:

I don't ever want to drink again,

I just, ooh I just, need a friend.

I'm not gonna spend ten weeks,

And have everyone think I've gone mad.

Bridge 3:

And it's not just my pride;

It's just 'till these tears have dried.

Chorus 4:

They try to make me go to rehab; I say no, no, no,

Yes I've been black but when I come back; you'll know, know, know.

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine;

He's tried to make me go to rehab; I won't go, go, go.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

2...YOU KNOW I'M NO GOOD... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

Intro:

(Drums)

(Bass):

Verse 1:

Meet you downstairs in the bar, and heard,

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt.

You say why did you do it with him today?

And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray.

Bridge 1:

'Cos you're my fella, my guy;

Hand me your Stella and fly.

By the time I'm out the door,

You tear me down like Roger Moore.

Chorus 1:

I cheated myself, like I knew I would.

I told ya, I was trouble; you know that I'm no good.

Break:

(n.C)

(Baritone Sax Riff):

Verse 2:

Upstairs in bed with my ex boy;

He's in the place, but I can't get joy.

Thinking of you in the final throws;

This is when my buzzer goes.

Bridge 2:

Run out to meet your chips and bitter,

You say when we're married, 'cos you're not bitter.

There'll be none of him no more;

I cried for you on the kitchen floor.

Chorus 2:

I cheated myself, like I knew I would.

I told ya, I was trouble; you know that I'm no good.

(Baritone Sax Riff):

Horn Interlude:

(Horns Play):

Verse 3:

Sweet reunion, Ja-maica and Spain;

We're like how we were again.

I'm in the tub; you on the seat,

Lick your lips, as I soak my feet.

Bridge 3:

Then you notice lickle carpet burn;

My stomach drops yeah and my guts churn.

You shrug, and it's the worst,

To truly stuck the knife in first.

Chorus 3:

I cheated myself, like I knew I would.

I told ya, I was trouble; you know that I'm no good.

Chorus 2:

I cheated myself, like I knew I would.

I told ya, I was trouble; you know that I'm no good.

Outro:

(Horns Play):

(Repeat to Fade)

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

3...ME & MR JONES... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

(Original Key: E)

Intro:

Nobody stands in between me and my man,

It's me And Mr Jones, (me and Mr Jones).

Verse 1:

What kind of fuckery is this?

You made me miss the Slick Rick gig. (Oh Slick Rick).

You thought I didn't love you when I did, (when I did).

Can't be-lieve you played me out like that.

Verse 2:

No you ain't worth guest list,

Plus one of all them girls you kiss, (all them girls).

You can't keep lying to your-self like this (to your-self).

Can't be-lieve you played your-self like this.

Bridge 1:

Rulers one thing but come Brixton,

Nobody stands in be-tween me and my man,

'Cos it's me and Mr Jones, (Me and Mr Jones).

Verse 3:

What kind of fuckery are we?

Nowa-days you don't mean dick to me, (dick to me).

I might let you make it up to me (make it up).

Who's playing Saturday?

Verse 3:

What kind of fuckery are you?

Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew.

But I could swear that we were through, (we were through).

I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do.

Bridge 2:

Mr Destiny, 9 and 14.

Nobody stands in be-tween me and my man,

'Cos it's me and Mr Jones, me and Mr Jo...nes.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

5...BACK TO BLACK... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

He left no time to re-gret,

Kept his dick wet, with his same old safe bet.

Me...and my head high,

And my tears dry; get on without my guy.

Verse 2:

You went back to what you knew,

So far removed, from all that we went through.

And I...tread a troubled track,

My odds are stacked; I'll go back to black.

Chorus 1:

We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.

Bb7 A7 (n.C) (Dm)

You go back to her and I go back to...I go back to us.

Verse 3:

I love you much,

It's not e-nough; you love blow and I love puff.

And life is like a pipe,

And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.

Chorus 2:

We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.

You go back to her and I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.

You go back to her and I go back to...

Break:

(n.C)

Bridge 1:

Black...black,

Black...black.

Black...black,

Black...I go back to...I go back to...

Chorus 3:

We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.

You go back to her and I go back to...

We only said goodbye with words; I died a hundred times.

You go back to her and I go back to black.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

6...LOVE IS A LOSING GAME... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

For you I was a flame; love is a losing game.

Five story fire as you came; love is a losing game.

Chorus 1:

One I wish I never played; oh what a mess we made.

And now the final frame; love is a losing game.

Interlude:

Verse 2:

Played out by the band; love is a losing hand.

More than I could stand; love is a losing hand.

Chorus 2:

Self professed, profund; 'till the chips were down.

Know you’re a gambling man; love is a losing hand.

Interlude:

Verse 3:

Though I'm rather blind; love is a fate resigned.

Memories mar my mind; love is a fate resigned.

Chorus 3:

Over futile odds and laughed at by the gods.

And now the final frame; love is a losing game.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

7...TEARS DRY ON THEIR OWN... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

(Original Key: A)

*NB: I'm unsure of the A chord used in the Bridge, but it sounds close*

Verse 1:

All I can ever be to you, is a darkness that we knew,

And this regret I got ac-customed to.

Once it was so right, when we were at our high,

Waiting for you in the ho-tel at night.

Verse 2:

I knew I hadn't met my match, but every moment we could snatch.

I don't know why I got so attached.

It's my responsibility, and you don't owe nothing to me,

But to walk away; I have no ca-pacity.

Chorus 1:

He walks away; the sun goes down.

He takes the day, but I'm grown.

And in this grey, in this blue shade,

My tears dry on their own.

Verse 3:

I don't understand; why do I stress a man,

When there's so many better things at hand?

We could a never had it all; we had to hit a wall,

So this is in-evita-ble withdrawal.

Verse 4:

Even if I stop wanting you, a per-spective pushes through,

I'll be some next man's other woman soon.

I can't play myself again, I should just be my own best friend,

Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.

Chorus 2:

He walks away; the sun goes down.

He takes the day, but I'm grown.

And in this grey, in this blue shade,

My tears dry on their own.

Bridge 1:

So we are history; your shadow covers me,

The sky above, a blaze...

Chorus 3:

He walks away; the sun goes down.

He takes the day, but I'm grown.

And in your wake, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own.

Verse 5:

I wish I could say no regrets, and no e-motional debts,

'Cos as we kiss good-bye the sun sets.

So we are history; the shadow covers me,

The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

Chorus 4:

He walks away; the sun goes down.

He takes the day, but I'm grown.

And in this grey, in this blue shade,

My tears dry on their own.

Chorus 5:

He walks away; the sun goes down.

He takes the day, but I'm grown.

And in this grey, in this blue shade,

My tears dry on their own.

Chorus 5:

He walks away; the sun goes down.

He takes the day, but I'm grown.

And in your wake, my deep shade,

My tears dry...

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

8...WAKE UP ALONE... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

*NB: All chords are played as Arpeggios*

Intro:

A Ab7, C#m C, Emaj7 C#m, C, F#m F

Verse 1:

It's okay in the day; I'm staying busy.

Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he.

Got so sick of crying, so just lately;

When I catch myself, I do a 1-80.

Verse 2:

I stay up clean the house; at least I'm not drinking.

Run around just so I don't have to think a-bout thinking.

That silent sense of content that everyone gets,

Just disappears soon as the sun sets.

Bridge 1:

This face in my dreams, seizes my guts;

He floods me with dread.

Soaked in soul, he swims in my eyes, by the bed.

Pour myself over him; moon spilling in,

And I wake up a-lone.

Verse 3:

If I was my heart, I'd rather be restless.

The second I stop, the sleep catches up and I'm breathless.

This ache in my chest, as my day is done now.

The dark covers me and I cannot run now.

Verse 4:

My blood running cold; I stand before him.

It's all I can do to as-sure him.

When he comes to me, I drip for him tonight.

Drowning in me, we bathe under blue light.

Bridge 2:

This face in my dreams, seizes my guts;

He floods me with dread.

Soaked in soul, he swims in my eyes by the bed.

Pour myself over him; moon spilling in,

And I wake up a-lone.

And I wake up a-lone.

And I wake up a-lone.

And I wake up a-lone.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

9...SOME UNHOLY WAR... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black' (2006)*

Intro:

(Bass):

(n.C)

Verse 1:

If my man was fighting, some unholy war;

I would be be-hind him.

Straight, shook up beside him, with strength he didn't know.

It's you I'm fighting for.

Chorus 1:

He can't lose with me in tow,

I refuse to let him go.

Dm Dm/maj Dm7

At his side and drunk on pride,

We wait for the blo-ow.

Verse 2:

We put it in writing, but who you writing for?

Just us on kitchen floor.

Justice done, reciting, my stomach standing still,

Like you're reading my will.

Chorus 2:

He still stands, in spite of what his scars say,

I'll battle, 'till his bitter finale.

Dm Dm/maj Dm7 Gm F E7

Just me, my dignity, and this guitar case.

Verse 3:

If, if my man is fighting, some un-holy war,

And I will stand beside you.

But who you fighting for?

B, I would have died too; I'd of liked to.

Coda:

Am Am/maj Am7, Dm7 E7

If my man was fight-ing,

Am Am/maj Am7, Dm7 E7

Some un-holy war.

If my man was fighting.

Am Bm7b5 E7 Dm Dm/maj

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Dm7 Gm F Am/maj Am7

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

10...HE CAN ONLY HOLD HER... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

(Original Key: C#)

Intro:

Cmaj7 Dm7, Em7 Dm7 (x2)

Verse 1:

He can only hold her for so long,

The lights are on but no-one's home.

She is so vacant, her soul is taken,

He thinks; what's she running from?

Chorus 1:

Now, how can he have her heart, when it got stole?

So he tries to pacify her, 'cos what's inside her never dies.

Interlude:

Verse 2:

Even if she's con-tent in his warmth,

She gets plagued with her urgency.

Urgent kisses, the miss misses,

The man that he longs to be.

Chorus 2:

Now, how can he have her heart, when it got stole?

So he tries to pacify her, 'cos what's inside her never dies.

Chorus 3:

So he tries to pacify her, 'cos what's inside her never dies.

So he tries to pacify her, 'cos what's inside her never dies.

Outro:

(Repeat to Fade)

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

11...ADDICTED... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Back To Black (2006)*

(Original Key: Eb)

Intro:

Verse 1:

Tell your boyfriend, next time he around,

To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down.

Bridge 1:

I wouldn't care if bre would give me some more.

I'd rather him leave you then leave him my draw.

Chorus 1:

When you smoke all my weed man, you gotta call the Green Man.

So I can get mine, and you get yours.

Verse 2:

Once is enough, to make me attack,

So bring me a bag and your man can come back.

Bridge 2:

I'll check him at the door; make sure he got green,

I'm tighter than Airport Security teams.

Chorus 2:

When you smoke all my weed man, you gotta call the Green Man.

So I can get mine, and you get yours.

Interlude:

Fm, Em7 A7, Dm7 G7, Cmaj7, G7

Verse 3:

I'm my own man, so when will you learn,

That you got a man but I got's to burn?

Bridge 3:

Don't make no difference if I end up alone;

I'd rather have myself a-smoke my homegrown.

Chorus 3:

It's got me addicted; does more than any dick did.

Yeah, I can get mine, and you get yours.

Yeah, I can get mine, and you get yours.

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

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