Chords for Barenaked Ladies - One Week (Live at Farm Aid 1999)

[D#] Where exactly [G] are you from?
[D] Brown County, Indiana.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [G] And let me ask you this, if you had to narrow down what you do to a particular occupation, what is it you do for a living, Chris?
Pick corn.
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The [E] genuine article on stage here today, the reason we are here, [G] the reason I am here is to show the [N] people that farmers rock as well. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Alright, I am going to give you the pick, Chris.
And we are going to do, we are even, I tell you what, for today we will even do Indiana rock.
_ You down with it? _
Okay, Chris is in.
This is rock 101 right here.
[G#]
This is where rock and farming collides on the stage right here today.
All [G] you have to do, _ _ [G#] see if we can make this happen here, all you have to do is [F#] this across the strings.
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_ _ _ _ [Dm] Just do that, ready?
[G#m] _
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_ _ [F#] _ [E] _ [G] Okay, wait. _
[N] That was very good, but it was a little fast. _
A little fast.
_ Slow that down a bit and we have some Indiana rock right here on the stage.
Play with the soul of the hooser you are, sir.
A little bit slower, like this. _
Ready?
One, two, three, [G#m] four. _
_ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _
Yeah!
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_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] _ Here we go.
A little ditty [E] about [B] Chris and [G#m] corn.
_ From Indiana, not into hardcore porn.
This young man here [C#m] [G#m] works each day.
_ [F#] And you eat his [G#m] food, so give it up in this place today.
Let's do it.
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_ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ Give it up for [C] Chris.
Corn man, I love _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ you.
Soothe [C#] your soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] It's been one place since you left the mail.
Hopped ahead to the [D] side, you said I [A] might drain.
Five days until [D] afternoon.
[A] Say, it's not my [D] fault, it's not my end.
[A] Three days since we're [D] living.
[Am] Realize it's [G] all my [D] fault, but couldn't [A] swallow you.
You're forgiving me, but it is too easy to say [D] I'm [A] sorry.
Oh, but now I'm a one-two-hit break, doesn't make you stop think.
You think you're looking at Aquaman, and someone pissed in the dish.
Although I like the shiner since I like the sushi.
Never touched a frying pan, hot like wasabi when I'm bust-frying.
Big like me and my, this is a model of my value.
Kirk Tamplin's got a mad hit, gotta match with.
Gotta hook me, but I bust through.
Gonna make a break and take a break.
I like a swing and you can take, I like vanilla.
It's the finest of the flavors.
See this show, cause then you know the verdict.
What was gonna go, cause it's a lingerie.
And I'm just not a waver.
[C#m] Can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
[D] Shine a heart and a smile, [F#m] or feel bad.
[A] I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral.
[D] Can't understand what I mean, [A] but it's too bad.
Have a tendency to wear my mind over a scene.
[D] Have a history of picking [A] up my shirt thin.
One week [D] since I loved you, man.
[A] Three years in the air, I've been chasing you.
Five days [D] since you tackled me.
[A] I sit out there, I burn sun, hold my knees.
And three days [D] is the afternoon.
[A] You really have the time I [D] thought for [A] once.
And soon you'll get it, [Bm] you've forgiven me.
So now [A] I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry. _
_ _ _ Break. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ All the _ [Bm]
gold in [A] California.
_ [F#m] [A] Zinna Bank [E] in the middle of Beverly Hills.
And somebody else's name.
[A] China, the Chinese chicken.
You have a drumstick and your brain stops kicking.
Watch the next files, no likes on.
We are done on ASOS.
Hope this won't be mentioned.
This one, the garrison photo I'm getting grand take.
This thing I'm 10 tricks.
Like Snickers, guarantee this satisfying.
Kurosawa, I make mad films.
Keanu, I'm getting milked.
Good luck, did that have a samurai?
Can you get us that epitaph?
Gentlemen, I'm the kind of guy who's not enough.
There's some lines that always line up the backstreet.
You can't hear me, but say hello.
Cause I got to do this, got the boom, man.
Let me think of my own thing.
Can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
[D] Try it on, I'll smile, [A] though I feel bad.
I'm the kind of guy that laughs at a funeral.
Can't [D] understand what I mean.
You soon [A] will.
Have a gun to your will, my mind will see.
[D] I have a history of losing [A] my shirt.
And one reason's you're left [D] in me.
[A] Drop your arms to [D] the side and [A] say I'm sorry.
Five days until I have to shoot.
But Teddy, you can't see just what I do.
I've got to do three days until they let me live.
Three eyes are formed to [D] blame for what [A] could be to you.
And today, you just smiled at me.
Cause it'll still be two days till we send our story. _ _
It'll still be two days till we send our story. _
It'll still be two days till we send our story. _
_ We're just Teddy, I'm home after robbing. _
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