A Whiter Shade Of Pale(Cavaco chords)

	        
Introdução: C C/B Am Am/G F F/E Dm Dm/C G/B G/F Em7 G/D C F G F/A G/B C 

                         C/B         Am  C/G F  
We skipped the light Fandango             
                 F/E                       Dm    F/C G 
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor 
            G/F                Em7    G/D C  
I was feeling kind of seasick              
                            C/D               Am C/G F 
But the crowd called out for more 
         F/E                            Dm  F/C G   
The room was humming harder            
             G/F            Em7  G/D C  
As the ceiling flew away 
                 C/B                 Am      F/C   F  
When we called out for another drink     
         F/E                      Dm       
The waiter brought a tray 
G               C  C/B  Am       C/G F  
And so it was       that later            
            F/E                Dm F/C G   
As the Miller told his tale 
               G/F                     Em7    G/D  
That her face, at first just ghostly         
                  C      F              C  G         
Turned a whiter shade of pale 

Interlude: C C/B Am Am/G F F/E Dm Dm/C G/B G/F Em7 G/D C F G F/A G/B  C 

              C/B             Am   C/G F   
She said there is no reason              
             F/E                    Dm  F/C G 
And the truth is plain to see 
           G/F                             Em7   G/D   
But I wandered through my playing        
              C          C/B         Am   C/G F 
Cards and   would not let her be 
             F/E                 Dm    F/C G   
One of sixteen vestal virgins,            
                G/F                  Em7 G/D C      
Who were leaving for the coast 
             C/B                           Am  C/G F  
And although my eyes were open          
                 F/E                          Dm    
They might just as well've been closed 
G               C  C/B     Am  C/G F   
And so it was     that later           
                      F/E       Dm  F/C G          
As the Miller told his tale 
               G/F                        Em7  G/D  
That her face, at first just ghostly        
               C     F               C    G 
Turned a whiter   shade of pale
	        

Written by Gary Brooker and Mathew Fisher