Chords for "You Had To Pick On Me" by Matt Kennon (Boyles-BullyBlocker)

Tempo:
108.95 bpm
Chords used:

Ab

Db

Fm

Eb

Ebm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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"You Had To Pick On Me" by Matt Kennon (Boyles-BullyBlocker) chords
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[Ab]
[Eb] He hid behind his lunchbox [Fm] every day at that bus stop [Ab] where some big old bums got their
kicks kicking him around.
He was scared as hell of that recess bell.
[Fm] That playground was more like a battlefield.
[Ab] And he knew he'd get himself killed if he didn't [Eb] back down.
[Fm] With black in his eye and [Eb] blood in his mouth, [Ab] on the way home all he thought about is we
could have been teammates, we could have been friends, [Fm] you could have made a difference,
you could have stepped in.
[Db] But, if you didn't like me, you should have just [Ab] let me be.
[Db] But no, [Ebm] you had to pick [Ab] on me.
[F] [Bb]
[Eb] She heard him laughing about the way he [Ab] cheated.
[Fm] In the hallway at the high school, she hid behind her books [Ab] every day in that lunchroom.
She wouldn't eat them.
She stared in that mirror, hating what she'd see.
[Fm] Tried to be pretty, became a disease.
[Ab] She was killing herself.
Just died to fit [Eb] in.
[Fm] The diary she kept underneath [Eb] her bed [Db] hid all those words that [Bb] she never said.
But, we could have been sisters that cheered at the games.
[Fm] We could have gone to prom, shared the same limousine.
[Db] If you didn't like me, you should have [Ab] just let me [Eb] be.
[Db] But no, [Ab]
you had to pick on me.
[Db] [Fm]
[Db]
[Eb]
[Db] It's time to make a stand, take responsibility.
[Ab] Cause it's gotten out of hand, there should never have to be
[Db] another child's headstone [Ab] that might [F] as well read,
[Eb] [Db] [Ab]
you had to pick [F] on me.
[Ebm]
Yeah, you had to pick on me.
[Ab] [Fm]
[Ebm]
[Db] [Eb]
[Db]
[Fm]
Key:  
Ab
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Db
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Fm
123111111
Eb
12341116
Ebm
13421116
Ab
134211114
Db
12341114
Fm
123111111
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_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Eb] He hid behind his lunchbox _ [Fm] _ every day at that bus stop [Ab] where some big old bums got their
kicks kicking him around. _ _ _
_ _ He was scared as hell of that recess bell.
[Fm] That playground was more like a battlefield.
_ [Ab] And he knew he'd get himself killed if he didn't [Eb] back down. _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] With black in his eye and [Eb] blood in his mouth, [Ab] on the way home all he thought about is we
could have been teammates, we could have been friends, [Fm] you could have made a difference,
you could have stepped in.
[Db] But, if you didn't like me, you should have just [Ab] let me _ _ be.
_ _ [Db] But no, _ _ [Ebm] you had to pick [Ab] on me. _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] She heard him laughing about the way he [Ab] cheated.
[Fm] In the hallway at the high school, she hid behind her books [Ab] every day in that lunchroom. _
She wouldn't eat them. _ _ _ _
_ _ She stared in that mirror, hating what she'd see.
[Fm] Tried to be pretty, _ became a disease.
[Ab] She was killing herself. _
Just died to fit [Eb] in. _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] The diary she kept underneath [Eb] her bed [Db] hid all those words that [Bb] she never said.
But, we could have been sisters that cheered at the games.
[Fm] We could have gone to prom, shared the same limousine.
[Db] If you didn't like me, you should have [Ab] just let me _ _ _ [Eb] be.
_ [Db] But no, _ [Ab] _
you had to pick on me. _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Db] It's time to make a stand, take responsibility.
[Ab] Cause it's gotten out of hand, there should never have to be
[Db] another child's headstone [Ab] that might [F] as well _ read, _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ [Ab]
you had to pick [F] on me. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
Yeah, you had to pick on me.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
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