Jethro Tull

Budapest

Jethro Tull

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Budapest

Year: 2005 - Album: Live at Montreux 2003

Written by Ian Anderson

	  		Intro: Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  

             G           A            Bm   A  
I think she was a middle-distance runner...  
F#m              G            Bm   A  
    (the translation wasn't clear).  
F#m                          Em   G  
Could be a budding stately hero.  
A                                D  A  
International competition in a year.  
G                      A            Bm   A  
She was a good enough reason for a party...  
F#m                     G                    Bm   A  
(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)  
F#m       Em                 A  
while she ran a perfect circle.  
D                 A         G   Asus4   A G A  
  And she wore a perfect smile  
         Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  G            A        Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  
in Budapest...           hot night in Budapest.  
   
 
               G           A      Bm       A  
We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...  
F#m              G                               Bm   A  
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.  
F#m                          Em             G  
She was helping out at the back-stage...  
A                                D  A  
stopping hearts and chilling beer.  
G              A                 Bm   A  
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.  
F#m         G             Bm   A  
Like staring up at infinity  
F#m       Em                 A  
through a wisp of cotton panty  
D        A             G   Asus4   A G A  
along a skin of satin sea.  
         Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  G            A        Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm   G A  
in Budapest...           hot night in Budapest.  
   
 
F#m                 D  A            Bm      G       A  
You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.  
F#m                          D  
Feel it blowing from the sidefills.  
    A                 G                 D  
Feel like you were playing for your life  
               Esus4    
(if not the money).  
 
         Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  G            A        Bm Bm11 Bm7 Bm  
                          hot night in Budapest.  
 
SAME PART 1  
 
She bent down to fill the ice box  
and stuffed some more warm white wine in  
like some weird unearthly vision  
wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin.  
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.  
But the boys and me were heading west  
so we left her to the late crew  
and a hot night in Budapest.  
It was a hot night in Budapest.  
 
F#m                         D  
She didn't speak much English language...  
 A                     Bm   G       A  
(she didn't speak much anyway).  
F#m                                  D  
She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich  
A                        G             Bm  
and she poured sweet wine before we played.  
 
Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now.  
 
I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.  
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.  
But she didn't grace our table.  
In fact, she wasn't there at all.  
Yes, and her legs went on forever.  
Like staring up at infinity.  
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands  
and she didn't care to be  
that night in Budapest.  
Hot night in Budapest.  
		  

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