Brite Nightgown chords by Donald Fagen

Brite Nightgown

|Db7             |Eb7          |E7           |Ab7            |
Bass:     Db Eb E          Db Eb E      Db Eb E         Db Eb E

|A7           |Gb7           |Ab7sus4          |Eb7
     Db Eb E       Db Eb E            Db Eb E        Db Eb E

|Em9        |Em6/9       |Em9        |Em6/9          |

|Em9        |Em6/9       |Em9        |Em6/9          |

Em9                    Em9/6..etc..etc..
     I dreamed I had a fever

I was pushin' one-oh-three

My mom's all upset - cryin' by my bedside

Everybody's prayin' for me

I hear a scratchin' at the window

I somehow twist myself around

I realize I'm eyes to eyes

With the fella in the Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

You can't fight with the fella

In the Brite Nitegown

|Em9        |Em6/9       |Em9        |Em6/9  (slight pause)|

Db5 Eb Db  G
Em9                Em9/6..
The eagle flies on Friday

My baby wants to bash

I hit the ATM - and march down the street

With a roll of party cash.

Right then a couple lit-up brothers

They gently put me on the ground

They do the steal and leave me to deal

With the fella in the Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

You can't fight with the fella

Db/E
In the Brite Nitegown

|F#m9            |F#m6         Bmaj7/Eb|Abm9      |Abm6              |

|Abm9            |Abm6                 |Em13      |F#m7/E            |

|Em9             |D6/9             Eb13|Dmaj9     D7+9|Bb+5/C      C9|

|F#7sus4/B    Ab7-5|Gmaj7            G6|Dmaj9     D7-5|Bb+5/C      C7|

|F#7sus4/B    Ab7-5|Gmaj7            G6|Dmaj9     D7-5|Bb+5/C        |

|F#7sus4/B    Ab7-5|Gmaj7            G6|Dmaj9     D7-5|Bb+5/C        |

|F#7sus4/B    Ab7-5|Gmaj7         B13-9|Em9            |Em6/9        |

|Em9            |Em6/9        |

|Db7             |Eb7          |E7           |Ab7            |
Bass:     Db Eb E          Db Eb E      Db Eb E         Db Eb E

|A7           |Gb7           |Ab7sus4          |Eb7
     Db Eb E       Db Eb E            Db Eb E        Db Eb E

|Em9        |Em6/9       |Em9        |Em6/9          |

|Em9        |Em6/9       |Em9        |Em6/9          |



Em9                Em6/9
Ten milligrams of Chronax
Will whip you back through time
Past Hebrew kings - and furry things
To the birth of humankind
I shared in all of nature's secrets
But when I finally came around
I'm sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hug
From the fella in the brite Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the fella
In the Brite Nitegown

Etc etc..