Chords for 1-3. My Shot (Hamilton) - Color Coded Lyrics

[Gm] I am not throwing away my [F] shot.
[Bb] I am not throwing away my shot.
[Cm] You know I'm just like my [Cm] country.
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry, and I'm not throwing [D] away my shot.
[Gm] I'ma get a scholarship to King's College.
[F] I probably [Bb] shouldn't brag, but dag, I may seem astonished.
The problem [Cm] is I got a lot of brains, but no polish.
I got a [Ebm] holler just to be heard with every word.
I drop [G] knowledge.
I'm a diamond in the rough, a [A] shining piece of [Bb] coal trying to reach my goal.
My power of speech, [C] unimpeachable, only 19, but my mind is older.
These New York City streets [Gbm] get cold.
I shoulder [G] every burden, every disadvantage.
[Am] I've learned to [Bb] manage.
I don't have it.
Yonder brand is my walk.
These streets [C] famished.
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame, but damn, [D] it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name.
[Gm] I am the A-F-E-X-A [F]-A [Bb]-D-E-R.
We are meant to be [C] a colony that runs independently.
Meanwhile, [D] Britain keeps shitting on us endlessly.
[G] Essentially, it packs us [A] relentlessly.
[Bb] Then King George turns around on Suspended Spring.
[C] He ain't never gonna set his descendants free,
so there will be [D] a revolution in this century.
[G] Enter me.
He stares in [A] parentheses.
[Bb] Don't be shocked when your history book mentions me.
[Cm] I will lay down my life if it [D] sets us free.
Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy, [Gm] and I am not throwing away my [F] shot.
[Bb] I am not throwing away my shot.
[Cm] Hey, I walk just like my country.
[C] I'm young, scrappy, and hungry,
[Eb] and I'm not throwing away [D] my shot.
[Gm] I am not throwing away my [F] shot.
[Bb] I am not throwing away my shot.
Hey, [Cm] I walk just like my country.
[A] I'm young, scrappy, and hungry, [Cm] and I'm not throwing away [D] my shot.
[Gm] I dream of life [A] without an [Bb] anarchy.
The unrest in France will lead to [C] anarchy.
Anarchy, how you say?
How you say?
Oh, [Eb] anarchy.
When I fight, I [A] make the other side panicky.
[Gm] Yo, I'm a [A] tailor's apprentice, [Bb] and I got shop local heads and local parentis.
[C] I'm joining
a rebellion, because I know it's my chance to [Ebm] socially advance.
[A] Instead of sewing some pants,
I'm [Gm] gonna take a shot.
And but we'll never [A] be truly free [Bb] until those in bondage have the same
rights as you and me.
[C] You and I do or die.
Wait till I sally in on a [A] stallion with the first black
battalion [Gm] of another generation.
Geniuses, lower [F] your voices.
[Bb] You keep out of trouble, and you
double your choices.
[Cm] I'm with you, but the situation is fraught.
You've got [D] to be carefully
taught.
If [Gm] you talk, you're gonna get shot.
Bird, check [A] what we got.
[Bb] Mr.
Lafayette, hard rock like
Lancelot.
I [C] think your pants look hot.
Lawrence, I like [G] you a lot.
Let's hatch a plot.
Blacker than
[Gbm] the kettle call in the pot.
[Gm] What are the odds that God will put us all in [E] one spot?
[Bb] Puffing a squat
on conventional wisdom, like it or not.
A [Cm] bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists.
Give
me a position.
Show me where the [Eb] ammunition is.
[D] Oh, am I talking too loud?
Sometimes I get
overexcited.
Shoot off at the mouth.
I never had a group of friends before.
I promise that I'll
make y'all proud.
Let's get this guy in front of a crowd.
[Gm] I am not throwing away my [F] shot.
[Bb] I am not
throwing away my shot.
[Cm] Hey, yo, I'm just like my country.
I'm no scrappy and ugly, and I'm not
throwing away [D] my shot.
[Gm] I am not throwing away my [F] shot.
[Bb] I am not throwing away my shot.
[Cm] Hey, yo,
I'm just like my country.
I'm no scrappy and ugly, and I'm not throwing away [D] my shot.
Everybody [Gm] sing!
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[Eb] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _
[Gm] Rise up when you're living [Am] on your knees.
[Bb] You rise up.
Tell your brother that he's [Eb] gotta rise
up.
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up.
[A] When are these colonies [Gm] gonna _ _ [Dm] [Bb] rise _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [D] up?
I [Gm] imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.
[Bb] When's it gonna get me?
In my sleep,
seven feet ahead of me?
[Gm] If I see it coming, do I run or do I let it [D] be?
Is it like a beat without
a melody?
See, I [Gm] never thought I'd live past 20.
Where I come [Bb] from, some get half as many.
Ask [Eb] anybody why we live it fast, and we laugh, reach for a [D] glass.
We have to make this moment last.
That's [Gm] plenty.
Scratch that.
This is not a moment.
[A] It's the [Bb] movement where all the hungriest brothers
with something to prove [Eb] went.
Foes oppose us.
We take an honest [Gbm] stand.
We roll like [D] Moses,
claiming our promised [Gm] land.
And if we win [F] our [Bb] independence, let a guarantee of freedom for
our [Eb] descendants.
Or will the blood we shed begin an [D] endless cycle of vengeance and death with no
[G] defendants?
I know the action in the street is exciting, [Bb] but Jesus, between all the bleeding
and fighting, I've been reading [C] and writing.
We need to handle our financial situation.
Are we a [Gb] nation of stakes?
What's the state [Gm] of our nation?
I'm past patiently [F] waiting.
I'm
passionate [Bb] and smashing every expectation, every action to enact [Cm] the creation.
[Dm] I'm laughing in
the face of casualties and [D] sorrow.
For the first time, I'm thinking past tomorrow.
[Gm] And I am not
throwing away my shot.
[Bb] I am not throwing away my shot.
[Cm] Hey, yo, I trust my country.
I'm young,
scrappy, and hungry.
And I'm not throwing away my shot.
[Gm] We're gonna rise up.
It's time to take a shot.
[Bb] We're gonna rise up.
It's time to take a shot.
[Cm] We're gonna rise up, rise up.
It's time to [Gm] take a shot.
Rise up, rise up.
It's time to [Eb] take a shot.
Rise up.
It's time to take a shot.
[Bb] Rise up.
Take a shot, shot, shot.
[D] Hey, yo, it's time to take a shot.
Time to take a shot.
And I am not throwing away my, not throwing away my shot.
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