Gm7		                                 C7        
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight   

Gm7                       C7 
Zero hour, nine a.m. 

Eb                             Bb       Eb                          F        
And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh,  as a kite by then 

Gm7                                         C7 
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, 

Gm7                     C7 
It's lonely out in space 

Eb               Bb    Eb                      F 
On such a ti-i-imeless flight 


 

Bb                                                                Eb 
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 

					                                  Bb 
'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find 

				                               Eb 
I'm not the man they think I am at home 

                     Bb                         C 
Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . . 

Eb                                                                   Bb 
Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone  


 

 

Gm7                                              C7 
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids 

Gm7                      C7 
In fact its cold as hell 

Eb                                Bb           Eb                            F 
And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did 

Gm7                                          C7 
And all this science, I don't understand  

Gm7                                   C7 
It's just my job 5 days a week 

Eb                  Bb     Eb                     F 
A Rocket,    ma  -an,     Rocket man 

 

 

 

Bb                                                                 Eb                
And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time... 

 




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