TITLE = Dead Mans Curve
CATEGORY = Rock
Artist=Jan & Dean
Speed = Text1
Beats = 4
Measures = 2
Font = 40
NOTE = ZZZZ132
F#
I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
B
When an XKE pulled up on the right
F#
And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
C#
And challenged me then and there to a drag
F#
I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
           B
Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
         F#
But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve
      G#m
Let's race all the way
C#               F#
To Dead Man's Curve"
F#
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
D#m
Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
B
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
 C#          D         Bm        C#     D     C#   
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
F#
The street was deserted late Friday night
B
We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
F#
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
C#
You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine
F#
I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
          B
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
F#
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve

But I pulled her out and there we were
     G#m
At Dead Man's Curve
F#                                   F#   G   G# 
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
A                 A7
Dead Man's Curve
D
Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
Bm
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
G
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
C
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
 C#          D         Bm        C#     D     C#  
Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"