Jan & Dean Chords and Lyrics
- Dead Man's Curve
- Drag City
- From All Over The World
- Ride The Wild Surf
- Surf City
- The Little Old Lady From Pasadena
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Dead Man's Curve - Jan & Dean
Intro (horns doubled by guitar): [3X, full band third time]
[F#]
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Verse 1:
F#
I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
B
When an XKE pulled up on the right
F#
And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
C#
And challenged me then and there to a drag
F#
I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
B
Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
F#
But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve
G#m
Let's race all the way
C# F#
To Dead Man's Curve"
Chorus:
F#
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
D#m
Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
B
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
[C#] [D] [Bm] C# D C# /B /A# /G#
/ / / / / / / /
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
Verse 2:
The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine
I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were
At Dead Man's Curve
Partial chorus:
F# [F#] G G#
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
A A7
Dead Man's Curve
Dramatic interlude:
D
Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
Bm
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
G
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
C
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
[C#] [D] [Bm] C# D C# /B /A# /G#
/ / / / / / / /
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
[repeat chorus to fade]
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Drag City - Jan & Dean
Intro:
F Eb D
Burn up that quarter mile
Verse 1:
G Am/D
Just tuned my car, now she really peels
D G
A-lookin' real tough with chrome reverse wheels
G Am/D
A Blue Coral wax job sure looks pretty
D G Ab
Gonna get my chick and make it out to Drag City
Chorus:
Bb
[1: Yeah 2: Well] I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
(Bb)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
Eb
Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
Bb
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
F Eb D [2: Eb; key changes to Ab]
Burn up that quarter mile
Verse 2:
The DJ's sayin' on my favorite station
The Drag City races are the fastest in the nation
Wheels are the wildest and the stockers are pretty
I'll get my honey, grab some money, split to Drag City
[repeat chorus]
Verse 3:
Ab Bbm/Eb
'Round the dragway thick exhaust fills the air
Eb Ab
The final teams tachin' up and action everywhere
Ab Bbm/Eb
Checkered flags, wheelstands, sure sounds pretty
Eb Ab A
To hear the cheers, bring your ears out to Drag City
Chorus [in B]:
B
Well, I'm goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
(B)
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
E
Goin' to Drag City (run her through, now)
B
Goin' to Drag City (what'll she do now)
F# E D# B
Burn up that quarter mile
F# E Bb Eb
Burn up that quarter mile
Coda [repeat to fade]:
Eb
Listen to 'em whine
(whine, whine, whine)
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From All Over The World - Jan & Dean
Intro:
Db6 Db6/Eb Ab C+
They're comin' from all over the world
Verse 1:
F
Hey, everybody, see 'em arrivin'
Eb F
The greatest stars you'll ever see
F
Some are flyin' and some are drivin'
Eb F
From Liverpool to Tennessee
Am7 Dm7
Chuck Berry's checkin' in from St. Lou
F
He's gonna sing "Maybelline" and "Memphis" too
Am7 Dm7
The representative from New York City
Gm7 C
Is Lesley Gore, now, she sure looks pretty
Chorus:
F
Here they come (from all over the world)
C7
Here they come (from all over the world)
F Bb F Bb
You know the guitar's groovin' so keep it movin'
Gm7 C
And come on, come on, come on
Db6 Db6/Eb Ab C+
They're comin' from all over the world
Verse 2:
Can't you just hear everybody singin'
The biggest sound you've ever heard
A-clappin' and a-stompin' while the guitar's screamin'
You better go spread the word
[N.C.]
Don't forget the Motor City sounds of the day
F
The "Baby Love"'n Supremes and Marvin Gaye
Am7 Dm7
The King of the Blues, soulful James Brown
Gm [N.C.] [E]
The Beach Boys singin', now, "I Get Around"
[Am] [F] [D]
(Yeah, get around, round, round, I get around)
[key changes to G]
Chorus [in G]:
G
Here they come (from all over the world)
D7
Here they come (from all over the world)
G C G C
You know the guitar's groovin' so keep it all movin'
Am7 D [3: N.C.; to coda]
And come on, come on, come on
Eb6 Eb6/F Bb D+
They're comin' from all over the world
Verse 3:
Electric 12-string solo over first two lines:
G F G [2X]
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Bm7 Em7
Those bad-lookin' guys with the moppy long hair
G
The Rolling Stones from Liverpool* are bound to be there
Bm7 Em7
Gerry and the Pacemakers, Billy J. too
Am7 D
They're all gonna be here to sing for you
* an alternate version correctly identifies their hometown as
"London town"
[repeat chorus in G]
Coda [repeat to fade]:
G
From all over the world
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Ride The Wild Surf - Jan & Dean
Intro:
D G D Eb
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Verse 1:
Ab Bbm
In Hawaii there's a place known as Waimea Bay
Cm Eb Ab
Where the best surfers in the world come to stay
Ab Bbm
And ride the wild surf, they come to try
Cm Eb Fm
To conquer those waves some thirty feet high
Chorus:
Db
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
Eb
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
Db
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
Ab Fm Db Bb C Eb E
Gotta take that one last ride
[key changes to A]
Verse 2:
A Bm
Surf fever brings 'em here to meet the test
C#m E A
And hangin' 'round the beach you'll see the best
A Bm
They're waxed up and ready, just a-waitin' for
C#m E F#m
The surf to build up on the northern shore
Chorus [in A]:
D
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
E
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
D
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
A F#m D B C# D
Gotta take that one last ride
Bridge:
G A D Bm
Lined up and waitin' for that next big set outside
G
Nothin' can stop it 'cause you
D E
Just gotta ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Verse 3:
The heavies at the Pipeline are OK
But they can't match the savage surf at Waimea Bay
It takes a lot of skill and courage unknown
To catch a last wave and ride it in alone
Chorus:
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
A F#m D E
Gotta take that one last
[key changes to Bb]
Bb Gm Eb F Bb
Gotta take that one last ride
Chorus [in Bb]:
Eb
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
F
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
Eb
Ride, ride, ride the wild surf
Bb Gm Eb F Eb Bb
Gotta take that one last ri-i-i-i-i-i-ide
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Surf City - Jan & Dean
B E F# Eb
Two girls for every boy
Ab Fm
I bought a '30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie
Ab
(Surf City, here we come)
Ab Fm
You know it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie
Ab Fm
(Surf City, here we come)
Db Bbm
Well, it ain't got a back set or a rear window
Gb Eb
But it still gets me where I wanna go
Ab
And we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
Ab
You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun
Db
You know we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
Ab
You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun, now
B E F# Eb
Two girls for every boy
Ab Fm
You know they never roll the streets up 'cause there's always somethin' goin
Ab
(Surf City, here we come)
Ab Fm
You know they're either out surfin' or they got a party growin'
Ab
(Surf City, here we come)
Db Bbm
Yeah, and there's two swingin' honeys for every guy
Gb Eb
And all you gotta do is just wink your eye
Ab
And we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
Ab
You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun
Db
You know we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
Ab
You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun, now
B E F# Eb
Two girls for every boy
Ab Fm
And if my woody breaks down on me somewhere on the surf route
Ab
(Surf City, here we come)
Ab Fm
I'll strap my board to my back and hitch a ride in my wetsuit
Ab
(Surf City, here we come)
Db Bbm
And when I get to Surf City I'll be shootin' the curl
Gb Eb
And checkin' out the parties for a surfer girl
Ab
And we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
Ab
You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun
Db
You know we're goin' to Surf City, 'cause it's two to one
Ab
You know we're goin' to Surf City, gonna have some fun, now
B E F# Eb
Two girls for every boy
[ fade ]
C F G C
Two girls for every boy
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The Little Old Lady From Pasadena - Jan & Dean
Gb Bb
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
Eb
The little old lady from Pasadena
Ab Eb
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Eb
Has a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
Bb F7 Bb
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Eb Cm Ab
But parked in a rickety old garage
Fm Db Bb
Is a brand new, shiny red Super Stock Dodge
Eb
And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
Ab
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Eb
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
Gb Bb
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
Eb
If you see her on the street don't try to choose her
Ab Eb
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Eb
You might drive a goer but you'll never lose her
Bb F7 Bb
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Eb Cm Ab
Well, she's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
Fm Db Bb
'Cause she can't keep her foot off the accelerator
Eb
And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
Eb
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
Ab
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Eb
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
Gb Bb
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
[ guitar solo in F ]
Ab Eb
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
[ guitar solo in F ]
Ab Eb
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
F Dm Bb
The guys come to race her for miles around
Gm Eb C
But she'll give 'em a length and then she'll shut 'em down
F
And everybody's sayin' that there's nobody meaner
F
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
Bb
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
F
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
Ab E Db
It's the little old lady from Pasadena
Db Gb Db
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
Ab Eb Ab
Go, Granny, go, Granny, go Granny go
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