Em		C	  D		  Em		C      D

She packed my bags last night, pre-flight,  Zero hour, nine a.m.

C		  G    C		D

And I'm gonna be hi-i-igh as a kite by then

Em	     C			     D	 Em	C		D

I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife, it's lonely out in space

C	   G	C	 D

On such a ti-i-imeless flight





G					C	

And I think it's gonna be a long, long climb

					 G

Till touchdown brings me round again to find

				    C

I'm not the man they think I am at home

	    G	       D

Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man

C				   G

Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone







Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact its cold as hell



And there's no-one there to raise them, if you did



And all this science, I don't understand, its just my job 5 days a week



Rocket ma-a-a-an,  Rocket man





G					C	

And I think it's gonna be a long, long climb

					 G

Till touchdown brings me round again to find

				    C

I'm not the man they think I am at home

	    G	       D

Oh no, no, no, I'm a Rocket Man

C				   G

Rocket Man, burning out a fuse up here alone