Dogs taby ukulele według Pink Floyd

#Intro: Dm Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7 

    Dm 
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need 

      Bb 
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street 
  
                                                         Am9(sus4) 
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed 

Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight 

Bb7 
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking 

    Dm 
And after a while you can work on points of style 

         Bb 
Like the club tie and the firm handshake 

A certain look in the eye and an easy smile 

    Am9(sus4) 
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to 

        Bb7 
So that when they turn their backs on you 

You'll get the chance to put the knife in 


Guitar solo: Dm Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7 


       Dm 
You've gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder 

              Bb 
You know it's gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older 

    Am9(sus4) 
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand 

Bb7                                                  Dm 
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer 

Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7 Dm 

Half tempo: C Dm C Dm Bb F Eb F Eb Dm Dm9 C7 Dm A F Em 


Guitar solo ad lib: Dm C Dm C Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C 

Dm C Dm C Dm C Bb C Bb C Dm A F Em 


Dm       C               Dm C 
And when you lose control 

Dm              C                  Dm C Dm C 
you'll reap the harvest you have sown 

Dm     C             Dm C  
And as the fear grows 

Dm                                  Bb   A
the bad blood slows and turns to stone 

Dm           C                       Dm          C                 Dm C Dm 
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around 

C         Bb   C            Bb C           Dm A 
So have a good drown as you go down all alone 

F       A            Dm 
Dragged down by the stone 


Bb7 


Dm 
Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused 

Bb 
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used 

Am9(sus4) 
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise 

    Bb7 
If I don't stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze 

Dm 
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending 

     Bb 
That everyone's expendable and noone has a real friend 

       Am9(sus4) 
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner 

    Bb7 
And everything's done under the sun 

And you believe at heart everyone's a killer 

Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm Bb F E F E Dm 

#Half tempo: 

        F         C             Dm   C
Who was born in a house full of pain 

        F              C           Dm  C
Who was trained not to spit in the fan 

        F            C         Dm7   C
Who was told what to do by the man 

        F         C            Dm   C
Who was broken by trained personnel 

        F           C          Dm7   C
Who was fitted with collar and chain 

        F       C           Dm  C
Who was given a pat on back 

        F        C             Dm   C
Who was breaking away from the pack 

        F      C           Dm   C
Who was only a stranger at home 

        F      C           Dm   C 
Who was ground down in the end 

        F     C           Dm   C 
Who was found dead on the phone 

        F       C           Bb      A 
Who was dragged down by the stone 

        F       A7          Dm 
Who was dragged down by the stone