| | | E | A | E | F#m7 | | | E | B | B7 | | |
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| 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. |