| | E | A | E | F#m7 | | | E | B | B7 | | |
E | |
Good | bye Norma Jean, |
A | ||
Though I never | knew you at all |
E | ||
You had the grace to | hold | yourself, |
A | ||
While those around you | craw | led. |
E | ||
They crawled out of the | wood | work, |
A | ||
And they whispered | into your brain, |
E | ||
They set you on the tr | eadm | ill |
A | |
And they made you change your | name. |
B | B7 | ||
And it | see | ms to me you lived your l | ife |
E | A | ||
Like a | can | dle in the wind, |
E | Esus4 | |||
Never | know | ing who to | cling | to |
B | ||
When the | rain | set in. |
E | ||
And I | wou | ld have liked to have known you, |
C#m7 | ||
But I was | just | a kid. |
B | ||
Your candle burned out | long | before |
A | E | F#m7 | ||
Your | leg | end ever did. |
| | E | Esus4 | E | | | B | A | E | F#m7 | | | E | B | B7 | | |
E | |
Lon | eliness was tough, |
A | ||
The toughest role | you ever played. |
E | ||
Hollywood created a su | per | star, |
A | ||
And pain was the price you | pai | d. |
E | A | |||
Even when you | die | d, Oh the | pre | ss still hounded you, |
E | ||
All the papers | had | to say |
A | ||
Was that Marilyn was fo | und | in the nude. |
E | |
Goo | dbye Norma Jean, |
A | ||
Though I never | knew you at all |
E | ||
You had the grace to | hold | yourself, |
A | |
While those around you crawled. |
E | |
Goo | dbye Norma Jean, |
A | ||
From the young man in the | 22n | d row |
E | ||
Who sees you as something m | ore | than sexual, |
A | ||
More than just our Marilyn | Monroe. |
E | B | ||
Your candle burned out | long | before |
A | E | F#m7 | E | ||
Your | leg | end ever did. |