| C | Em | |
| Ground control to Major | Tom |
| C | Em | |
| Ground control to Major | Tom |
| Am | Am7 | D7 | |
| Take your | protein pills and | put your helmet on |
| C | Em | |
| Ground control to Major | Tom |
| C | Em | |
| Commencing countdown engine's | on |
| Am | Am7 | D7 | |
| Check ig- | nition and may | God's love be with you |
| C | E | F | |
| This is ground control to Major | Tom; you've really made the g | rade! |
| Fm | C | F | |
| And the | papers want to | know whose shirts you | wear, |
| Fm | C | F | |
| now it's | time to leave the | capsule if you | dare |
| C | E | F | |
| This is Major Tom to ground con- | trol, I'm stepping through the | door |
| Fm | C | F | |
| And I'm | floating in the | most peculiar | way |
| Fm | C | F | |
| and the | stars look very | different to | day |
| Fmaj7 | Ebm7 | Fmaj7 | Ebm7 | |
| For | here am I | sitting in a tin can, | far above the | world? |
| Bb | Am | G | F | |
| Planet Earth is | blue and there's | nothing I can | do |
| F | G | A | C | D | E | |
| C | E | F | |
| Though I'm passed one hundred thousand | miles, I'm feeling very | still |
| Fm | C | F | |
| And I | think my spaceship | knows which way to | go, |
| Fm | C | F | |
| Tell my | wife I love her | very much she | knows |
| G | |
| Ground control to Major Tom: |
| Am | Am7 | |
| Your | circuit's dead, there's | something wrong. |
| D | |
| Can you | hear me Major Tom? |
| C | |
| Can you | hear me Major Tom? |
| G | |
| Can you | hear me Major Tom? Can you... |
| Fmaj7 | Ebm7 | Fmaj7 | Ebm7 | |
| here | am I sitt | ing in a tin can, far | above the worl | d? |
| Bb | Am | G | F | |
| Planet Earth is | blue and there's | nothing I can | do |
| F | G | A | C | D | E |