Cm  Ab  Fm  Ddim  Eb  Db  F 
F G

[Verse 1]
C       F       C       G          C Bb
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
Am       Dm                    G
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
C       F C     G   C Bb
Unfashionable to the end ---
Am        Dm        G
drank his ale too light.

G          C         G       D               G  F
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
Em             Am                D
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
G          C         G       D               G  F
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams  in his
Em          Am       D
  post-war-babe gloom.

[Chorus]
Eb  F    Bb   C Bb F          Bb F Eb        A                 Dm
Now he's too  old    to Rock'n'Roll       but he's too young to die.
Eb  F      Bb    C Bb F           Bb F Eb    Bb                    F   G
yes he was too   old     to Rock'n'Roll     but he's too young to die.

[Verse 2]
C       F       C   G       C Bb
He once owned a Harley Davidson
Am    Dm      G
and a Triumph Bonneville.
C           F C     G             C     Bb
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
Am        Dm             G
and prays that he always will.
G                         C   G     D       G  F
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
Em          Am                D
all of his mates are doing time:
G            C     G    D          G   F
married with three kids up by the ring road
Em          Am            D
sold their souls straight down the line.
G           C    G   D        G      F
And some of them own little sports cars
Em              Am           D
and meet at the tennis club do's.
G               C   G      D       G  F
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
Em             Am         D
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

[Chorus]
Eb  F    Bb   C Bb F          Bb F Eb        A                 Dm
Now he's too  old    to Rock'n'Roll       but he's too young to die.
Eb  F      Bb    C Bb F           Bb F Eb    Bb                    F  G
yes he was too   old     to Rock'n'Roll     but he's too young to die.

Cm  Ab  Fm  Ddim  Eb  Db  F 
F G

[Verse 3]
C          F    C  G           C Bb
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
Am        Dm            G
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
C         F C    G      C Bb
Up on the A-1 by Scotch Corner
Am           Dm      G
just like it used to be.
G         C G       D             G  F
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
Em                     Am             D
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
G                C         G     D         G F
and he hits the trunk road doing around a 120
Em            Am        D
with no room left to brake.

[Chorus]
Eb  F    Bb     C Bb F          Bb F Eb        A                 Dm
And he was too  old    to Rock'n'Roll       but he's too young to die.
Eb  F      Bb        C Bb F           Bb F Eb       Bb                  F
No, you're never too old    to Rock'n'Roll     if you're too young to die.

(double-time rock)
        Bb      C    F          Bb  C  Eb           Bb            F
And he was too  old    to Rock'n'Roll       but he's too young to die.
          Bb        C Bb F           Bb F Eb       Bb                  Cm Ab Fm Ddim Eb Db F
No, you're never too old    to Rock'n'Roll     if you're too young to die.



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words and music by  IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
Modified by P Meyer (Canada)
ALL CORDC TIONS AD  WELCOME