{title:A Whiter Shade of Pale}
{subtitle:Procol Harum}
{zoom-ipad: 1.651743}
{ipodid: 2764226533285079408}
{Key:C}

[*Intro:]
[C][Em][|][Am][C][|][F][Am][|][Dm][F]
[G][G7][|][Em][G7][|][C][F][|][C][G7]

{c:Verse 1}
[C]We s[Em]kipped the light fan[Am]dango[C]
[F]Turned c[Am]artwheels 'cross the f[Dm]loor [F]
[G]I was f[G7]eeling kinda s[Em]easick[G7]
[C]But the c[F]rowd called out for m[C]ore[G7]

[F]The r[Am]oom was humming h[Dm]arder[C]
[G]As the c[G7]eiling flew a[Em]way[G7]
[C]When we c[Em]alled out for a[Am]nother dr[C]ink
[F]The w[Am]aiter brought a [Dm]tray

{c:Chorus}
{soc}
[G]And [G]so [G]it [C]was[Em] - that [Am] later[C]
[F]As the m[Am]iller told his [Dm]tale[F]
[G]That her f[G7]ace, at first just g[Em]hostly[G7]
Turned a wh[C]iter [F]- shade of p[C]ale[G7]
{eoc}

{c:Verse 2}
[C]She s[Em]aid "There is no r[Am]eason,[C]
[F]And the t[Am]ruth is plain to s[Dm]ee" [F]
[G]But I w[G7]andered through my p[Em]laying cards[G7] 
[C]And w[F]ould not let her b[C]e

[F]One of s[Am]ixteen vestal v[Dm]irgins[C]
[G]Who were l[G7]eaving for the c[Em]oast[G7]
[C]And al[Em]though my eyes were o[Am]pen [C]
[F]They might j[Am]ust as well've been c[Dm]losed

{c:Chorus}
{soc}
[G]And [G]so [G]it [C]was[Em] - that [Am] later[C]
[F]As the m[Am]iller told his [Dm]tale[F]
[G]That her f[G7]ace, at first just g[Em]hostly[G7]
Turned a wh[C]iter [F]- shade of p[C]ale[G7]

[G7]And [G7]so [G7]it [C]was[Em] - that [Am] later[C]
[F]As the m[Am]iller told his [Dm]tale[F]
[G]That her f[G7]ace, at first just g[Em]hostly[G7]
Turned a wh[C]iter [F]- shade of p[C]ale
{eoc}