A Whiter Shade Of Pale

A A/G# A/F# A/E D D/C# D/B D/A E E/D E/C# E/B A D E A A/G# F#m A/E D We skipped the light fandango D/C# D/B D/A E Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor E/D E/C# E/B A I was feeling kinda seasick A/G# F#m A7/E D But the crowd called out for more D/C# D/B D/A E The room was humming harder E/D E/C# E/B A As the ceiling flew away A/G# F#m A7/E D When we called out for another drink D/C# D/B The waiter brought a tray E A E/G# F#m A/E D And so it was that later D/C# D/B D/A E As the miller told his tale E/D E/C# E/B That her face, at first just ghostly A D E7 Turned a whiter shade of pale A A/G# A/F# A/E D D/C# D/B D/A E E/D E/C# E/B A D E A E/G# F#m A7/E D She said there is no reason D/C# D/B D/A E And the truth is plain to see. E/D E/C# E/B A But I wandered while my playing cards E/G# F#m A7/E D and would not let her be D/C# D/B D/A E one of sixteen vestal virgins E/D E/C# E/B A who were leaving for the coast E/G# F#m A7/E D and although my eyes were open D/C# D/B they might just as well been closed E A E/G# F#m A/E D And so it was that later D/C# D/B D/A E As the miller told his tale E/D E/C# E/B That her face, at first just ghostly A D E G Turned a whiter shade of pale C G/B Am C/G F C/E Dm C G G/F Em G/D C F G C G/B Am C/G F C/E Dm C G G/F Em G/D C F G C G/B Am C/G F C/E Dm C G G/F Em G/D C F G C G/B Am C/G F C/E Dm C G G/F Em G/D C F G