Cemetry Gates chords by The Smiths

Intro:

  D  (the single strummed note in the beginning)

| C   G | C   G |
| C   G | C  D  G |


| G
  A dreaded sunny day
      | G                          C   |
  So I meet you at the cemetery gates
| C           D        |  Em       D   C  |
  Keats and Yeats are on your side
| G
  A dreaded sunny day
     | G                          C    |
  So I meet you at the cemetery gates
| C           D        |  Em       D   C  |
  Keats and Yeats are on your side
| C     D           G     |
  While Wilde is on mine

| G                   |  G                  C
  So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
         |  C                  D
  All those people all those lives
         |   Em    D
  Where are they now?
C     |  G
  With loves, with hates
   |  G                   C  |
  And passions just like mine
         |  C                   D
  They were born, and then they lived
             |  Em      D   C  |
  And then they died,
      |    C       D         G |
  Seems so unfair, I want to cry


        |  Bm
  You say, "'ere thrice the sun hath door
                     G
  Salutation to the dawn"
        |  Bm                        G
  And you claim these words as your own
|  C                    |  D
  But I've well read, have heard them said
          | Em                      F
  A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

     |   G
  If you must write prose and poems
   |  G                             C
  The words you use should be your own
     |  C              D  |  Em    D   C
  Don't plagiarize or take "on loan"
              |  G
  There's always someone, somewhere
      |  G                C
  With a big nose, who knows
    | C                      D
  And who trips you up and laughs
       |   Em   D  C
  When you fall
       | C                 D
  Who'll trip you up and laugh
            G
  When you fall


        |   Bm                  G
  You say, "'ere long done do does did"
|  Bm                             G
  Words which could only be your own
|   C
  And then produce the text
     | D
  From whence was ripped
           |  Em                         F
  Some dizzy whore, eighteen hundred and four


          |  G
  A dreaded sunny day, o let's go where we're happy
      | G                          C   |
  And I meet you at the cemetery gates
| C           D        |  Em       D   C  |
  Keats and Yeats are on your side
          |  G
  A dreaded sunny day, o let's go where we're wanted
      | G                          C   |
  And I meet you at the cemetery gates
| C           D        |  Em       D   C  |
  Keats and Yeats are on your side--but you lose
      |  C           D           G
  'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine


Outro:

| C   G | C   G |
| C   G | C   G | (slowly fading)
| C   G | C   G |
| C   G | C   G |
| C   G | C   G |