Fm D# D Jackson made twenty tapes in a day D# C# C D# C# C D# C#C To give away, a-give away G# And he'd play Cm The tunes they'd call creative when C# they're running out of names E G# Heaven knows he's really torn it now Cm But the names, it hurt poor Jackson, C# stopped the haters in his way E Heaven knows he's for it G# Cm C# Shame, hey, hey E F# F He was never quite unsure, but really sane F# F Wants to play Fm D# D Jackson stole twenty souls in a day To take away, a-take away he takes away G# F# F And no complaints A# D# Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade C Wood Jackson took the beating Fm D# D everyday, given out, passed away D# C# C D# C# C Another way, hey, hey D# C# C Just wants to play G# And how he'd play Cm The mob, they bleed and tremble C# when they're running after life E G# Heaven knows he's really torn it now Cm The words that killed Wood Jackson's C# friends were written on the wall E Heaven knows he's for it F# F Shame F# F Just wants to play F# F It's a shame F# F Shame F# F It's a shame F# F Wants to play F# F It's a shame F# F It's a shame F# F Just wants to play | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C Cm C# D D# E F Fm F# G# |