Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale

      Procol Harum - Whiter Shade Of Pale    1967

                             You Tube Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb3iPP-tHdA
   [Intro]
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C   F    C    G


   [Verse 1]
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We skipped the light fandango
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Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
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I was feeling kinda seasick
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But the crowd called out for more
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The room was humming harder
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As the ceiling flew away
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When we called out for another drink
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The waiter brought a tray


   [Chorus]
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And so it was that later
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As the miller told his tale
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That her face, at first just ghostly
         C      F        C    G7
Turned a whiter shade of pale


   [Instrumental]
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C   F    C    G


   [Verse 2]
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She said, there is no reason
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And the truth is plain to see'
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But I wandered through my playing cards
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And would not let her be
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One of sixteen vestal virgins
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Who were leaving for the coast
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And although my eyes were open
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They might have just as well've been closed


   [Chorus]
          C  Em    Am   C
And so it was that later
F      Am              Dm   F
As the miller told his tale
G        G7                  Em7    G7
That her face, at first just ghostly
         C      F        C    G7
Turned a whiter shade of pale


   [Instrumental]
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G  G7  Em7 G7
C  F   C   G7

   [Outro]
          C  Em    Am   C
And so it was that later
F      Am              Dm   F
As the miller told his tale
G        G7                  Em7    G7
That her face, at first just ghostly
         C      F        C    G7
Turned a whiter shade of pale


Mark W