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1. She packed my bags last night, pre-flight, Zero hour, nine a.m.
C G C D
And I'm gonna be hi-i-igh as a kite by then
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I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, it's lonely out in space
C G C D
On such a ti-i-imeless flight
G C
R: And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
G
Till touch down brings me round again to find
C
I'm not the man they think I am at home
G D
Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man
C G
Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone (2x)
2. Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact its cold as
hell
And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did
And all this science, I don't understand, its just my job five days a
week
Rocket ma-a-a-an, Rocket man
R: And I think it's gonna be a long... (2x)
