Jim Kroft - The Great Doomsday Story, аккорды песни для гитары

Capo on 1st.

Intro: 
Em
 | 
G
 | 
D
 | 
C
 

Em
                         
G
                           
D
     
C
I just want to tell the great doomsday story of our civilization 
baby
Though no one wants to listen, no one wants to see it
I know that there is something happening here
I never heard my daddy say son I believe in you whatever you do
I never made a penny from any song I´ve written 
but I always feel like singing to you
C
                          
D
                 
Em
   
G
So i ask, where have all the good people gone?
C
                          
D
                
Em
   
A
So i ask, where have all the good people gone?
   
Am
               
Bm
          
D
   
E
Or is this just a doomsday story?

I like to see the Buddha speaking with Elijah,  
man I´d write those tongues of fire right down
I´d like to see Nietzsche grabbing that whipped horse, 
I´d say stick the course
In cafe´s of Paris, drinking red wine beauty, 
Rimbaud and me deranging our senses
In Russia with the Wolves on a mad dash from prison, 
Dostoyevsky me and freedom…

So I ask - where have all the good people gone (2x)
Or is this just a doomday story….

Capo on 1st.

Intro: 
Em
 | 
G
 | 
D
 | 
C
 

Em
                         
G
                           
D
     
C
I just want to tell the great doomsday story of our civilization 
baby
Though no one wants to listen, no one wants to see it
I know that there is something happening here
I never heard my daddy say son I believe in you whatever you do
I never made a penny from any song I´ve written 
but I always feel like singing to you
C
                          
D
                 
Em
   
G
So i ask, where have all the good people gone?
C
                          
D
                
Em
   
A
So i ask, where have all the good people gone?
   
Am
               
Bm
          
D
   
E
Or is this just a doomsday story?

I like to see the Buddha speaking with Elijah,  
man I´d write those tongues of fire right down
I´d like to see Nietzsche grabbing that whipped horse, 
I´d say stick the course
In cafe´s of Paris, drinking red wine beauty, 
Rimbaud and me deranging our senses
In Russia with the Wolves on a mad dash from prison, 
Dostoyevsky me and freedom…

So I ask - where have all the good people gone (2x)
Or is this just a doomday story….