Biografía:
Roy Harper es cantante, compositor, poeta, historiador y por supuesto un gran guitarrista acústico y uno de los más influyentes compositores británicos, muy amigo de Jimmy page, el cual le puso el nombre a una de sus canciones en el disco Led Zeppelin III llamada Hats off to (Roy) Harper. 14 años más tarde harian un disco juntos llamado Jugula. Además ha trabajado con Paul McCartney, David Gilmour, Kate Bush y Keith Moon, entre muchos otros artistas.
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You Don’t Need Money - Roy Harper
All the verses use the same chord progression, but the last one ends on a hanging D chord. Enjoy.
D A G D
Nobody’s got any money in the Summer,
D A
Oh dear me, What a terrible drag
D A G D
I couldn’t get very much nummer than in Summer
Bb A
Beseeching The Rent Man
Bb A
To Be Soft as he can
Dm A
Cos I’ve got a little money coming when I sell my M.B.E
All the folkie student population wearing rucksacks
Taking my meal ticket over the seas
Half the blasted idiots are stuck in Yugoslavia
With hardly a Dina
And looking no cleaner
Than a Chinese wrestler’s jockstrap cooked in chip fat on a greasy day
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think What money can do for my tummy
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think my tummy can do for my mind
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think What a man can do for the world
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
For the Stars and infinity
Has anybody got any money for the strummer?
I won’t need much in my parasol shade
But I could have used a million quid a year ago last summer
To grace the Bahamas (With Al Stewart)
In see through pyjamas (With Al Stewart)
But never mind, I’m worth two buns, a sherbet and a liquorish root
Nobody’s got any money in the summer
Oh dear me, Stoned out my head in the park I’d say
But nobody needs any money in the summer
Except of course for storing
All the verses use the same chord progression, but the last one ends on a hanging D chord. Enjoy.
D A G D
Nobody’s got any money in the Summer,
D A
Oh dear me, What a terrible drag
D A G D
I couldn’t get very much nummer than in Summer
Bb A
Beseeching The Rent Man
Bb A
To Be Soft as he can
Dm A
Cos I’ve got a little money coming when I sell my M.B.E
All the folkie student population wearing rucksacks
Taking my meal ticket over the seas
Half the blasted idiots are stuck in Yugoslavia
With hardly a Dina
And looking no cleaner
Than a Chinese wrestler’s jockstrap cooked in chip fat on a greasy day
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think What money can do for my tummy
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think my tummy can do for my mind
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think What a man can do for the world
Em7b5 Nat. harmonic 12 fret
For the Stars and infinity
Has anybody got any money for the strummer?
I won’t need much in my parasol shade
But I could have used a million quid a year ago last summer
To grace the Bahamas (With Al Stewart)
In see through pyjamas (With Al Stewart)
But never mind, I’m worth two buns, a sherbet and a liquorish root
Nobody’s got any money in the summer
Oh dear me, Stoned out my head in the park I’d say
But nobody needs any money in the summer
Except of course for storing
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