The Rolling Stones - Star Star Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
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Break

DYeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you For Agivin' head to Steve McQueen DYeah, you and me we made a pretty pair AFallin' through the silver screen GHoney, I'm open to anythin' DI don't know where to draw the line AYeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get GJohn Wayne before he Ddies Yeah, you're a Astar fucker, star fucker, Gstar fucker, star fucker, Dstar Yeah, a Gstar fucker, star fucker, Dstar fucker, star fucker, Astar GStar fucker, star fucker, Dstar fucker, star fucker, Astar Yeah, you're a Gstar fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, Astar Yeah, a Gstar fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, Astar GStar fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, Astar . . . .