Year: 1972 -
Written by Honky Château,
Gm7 C7 She packed my bags last night, pre-flight Gm7 C7 Zero hour, nine a.m. Eb Bb/D Cm Cm/Bb F And I'm gonna be hi -i -igh, as a kite by then Gm7 C7 I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, Gm7 C7 It's lonely out in space Eb Bb/D Cm Cm/Bb F On such a ti-i-imeless flightBb Eb And I think it's gonna be a long, long time Bb 'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find Eb I'm not the man they think I am at home Bb/D C Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . . Eb Bb Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone (2x)Bridge:
Gm7 C7 Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids Gm7 C7 In fact its cold as hell Eb Bb/D Cm Cm/Bb F And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did Gm7 C7 And all this science, I don't understand Gm7 C7 It's just my job 5 days a week Eb Cm Cm/Bb F A Rocket, ma -an, Rocket manBb Eb And I thing it's gonna be a long, long time...Bb Eb And I think it's gonna be a long, long time Bb 'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find Eb I'm not the man they think I am at home Bb/D C Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man. . . . Eb Bb Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone (2x)