A Whiter Shade Of Pale

	  		
Introd: C C/B Am Am/G F F/E Dm Dm/C G/B G/F Em7 G/D C F G F/A G/B C 


                         C/B         Am  C/G  F                  F/E                       Dm     F/C G 
We skipped the light Fandango.            Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor 
            G/F                Em7    G/D C                             C/D               Am   C/G  F 
I was feeling kind of seasick.             But the crowd called out for more 
         F/E                            Dm  F/C  G               G/F            Em7  G/D  C  
The room was humming harder.            As the ceiling flew away 
                 C/B                 Am      F/C   F          F/E                      Dm       
When we called out for another drink.     The waiter brought a tray 
G               C  C/B  Am       C/G F             F/E                Dm   F/C   G   
And so it was       that later.           As the Miller told his tale 
               G/F                     Em7    G/D                   C      F              C    G         
That her face, at first just ghostly.         Turned a whiter shade of pale 
Organ solo: C C/B Am Am/G F F/E Dm Dm/C G/B G/F Em7 G/D C F G F/A G/B  C 
              C/B             Am   C/G  F               F/E                    Dm    F/C  G 
She said there is no reason             and the truth is plain to see 
           G/F                             Em7   G/D                C          C/B         Am   C/G   F 
But I wandered through my playing       cards and   would not let her be 
             F/E                 Dm    F/C  G                  G/F                  Em7   G/D  C      
One of sixteen vestal virgins,           who were leaving for the coast 
             C/B                           Am  C/G  F                  F/E                          Dm    
And although my eyes were open,          they might just as well've been closed 
G               C  C/B     Am  C/G  F                       F/E       Dm  F/C  G          
And so it was     that later,            as the Miller told his tale 
               G/F                        Em7  G/D                C     F               C     G 
That her face, at first just ghostly,       turned a whiter   shade of pale 
C C/B Am Am/G F F/E Dm Dm/C G/B G/F Em7 G/D C F G F/A G/B