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* Meat Loaf : All revved up with no place to go (Steinman) --------------------------------------------- # # #| A | G | F#m7 | E7sus4 || A G AI was nothing but a lonely boy looking for something new GAnd you were nothing but a lonely girlBut you were something E Esus4 ESomething like a dream come true D I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block EWhen I played my guitarI made the canyons rock, but A C#mEvery Saturday night D AI felt the fever growDo ya know what it's like D AAll revved up with no place to goDo ya know what it's like D AAll revved up with no place to go| (A) | G | F#m7 | E7sus4 ||In the middle of a steaming nightI'm tossing in my sleepAnd in the middle of a red-eyed dreamI see you comingComing on to give it to meI was out on the prowl down by the edge of the trackAnd like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack, butEvery Saturday nightI felt the fever growDo ya know what it's likeAll revved up with no place to goDo ya know what it's likeAll revved up with no place to goB5 C5 C#5 D5 etc. A5 etc. Oh, Baby, I'm a hunter in the dark of the forest D5 etc. A5 etc. I've been stalking you and tracking you down D5 etc. A5 etc.Cruising up and down the main drag all night longC G C G C G C D5 etc. A5 etc. We could be standing at the top of the world D5 etc. A5 etc.Instead of sinking further down in the mud C G C G C G CYou and me 'round about midnight D/E E D/E E D/E EYou and me 'round about midnight D/E ESomeone's got to draw first D/E EDraw first D/E E GSomeone's got to draw first blood D5 etc. GSomeone's got to draw first blood A5 etc. D5 etc. G5Oooh I got to draw first blood A5 etc. D5 etc. G5 A5Oooh I got to draw first blood| C G C | G C G C | | A G | A | | || G | | E Esus4 E D E | ||I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the trackAnd like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack, butEvery Saturday nightI felt the fever growDo ya know what it's likeAll revved up with no place to goDo ya know what it's likeAll revved up with no place to go| A | G D || (D) A G DI was nothing but a lonely all-American boy A GLooking for something to do D A GAnd you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl D E ABut you were something like a dream come true DI was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block EAnd when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock A D EBut every Saturday night, I felt the fever grow AAll revved up with no place to go A D EAll revved up with no place to go A D EAll revved up with no place to go A D EAll revved up with no place to go AAll revved up with no place to
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