Chords for christian kane somethings gotta give
Tempo:
144.05 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Bm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D]
[G]
[A]
[D] [A]
[D] I've made a dream from blue jeans, [G] a ranger's cap with sweat rings, [A] and a hole in the sole
of my [D] favorite boots.
[A]
Well, [D] I've been earning a long [G] time, working on that [D] bottom hat, [A] and every shirt I've worn,
the [D] collars bent blue.
[Bm] One of [A] these days, I'm gonna jump [G] right off that ship,
[Bm] and hit the [A] ground running.
[G] At least that's what I [A] keep telling myself.
[D] I've been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, that ain't no way [D] to live.
[Bm] [A]
And [D] what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, something's [D] gotta give.
[A]
[D] Busted hands and broken land, [G] and black gold turned to sand.
[A] Whiskey's the only well that's running [D] deep.
And the dust devil's dancing on the mesa, get [G] mercy on that West Texas wind.
[A] The tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more [D] than me.
And [Bm] they always find [A] their way right [D] [G] out of town.
[D] [Bm] They never [A] turn back.
[G] They keep on rolling [D] and they don't slow down.
I've been sitting on the fence for way too [G] long, warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, that ain't no way [D] to live.
[A]
[D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, something's [D] gotta give.
[Bm]
[G]
[A] And the dust
[D] [A]
devil's dancing on the mesa, get mercy on that West Texas wind.
I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, that ain't no way [D] to live.
[Am]
[D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, something's [D] gotta give.
[A]
Man, I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
[A] And believe me, that ain't no [D] way to live.
[A] [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday.
I said something's [D] gotta give.
[A]
Something's gotta [D] give.
[G]
[A]
[D]
[N]
[G]
[A]
[D] [A]
[D] I've made a dream from blue jeans, [G] a ranger's cap with sweat rings, [A] and a hole in the sole
of my [D] favorite boots.
[A]
Well, [D] I've been earning a long [G] time, working on that [D] bottom hat, [A] and every shirt I've worn,
the [D] collars bent blue.
[Bm] One of [A] these days, I'm gonna jump [G] right off that ship,
[Bm] and hit the [A] ground running.
[G] At least that's what I [A] keep telling myself.
[D] I've been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, that ain't no way [D] to live.
[Bm] [A]
And [D] what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, something's [D] gotta give.
[A]
[D] Busted hands and broken land, [G] and black gold turned to sand.
[A] Whiskey's the only well that's running [D] deep.
And the dust devil's dancing on the mesa, get [G] mercy on that West Texas wind.
[A] The tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more [D] than me.
And [Bm] they always find [A] their way right [D] [G] out of town.
[D] [Bm] They never [A] turn back.
[G] They keep on rolling [D] and they don't slow down.
I've been sitting on the fence for way too [G] long, warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, that ain't no way [D] to live.
[A]
[D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, something's [D] gotta give.
[Bm]
[G]
[A] And the dust
[D] [A]
devil's dancing on the mesa, get mercy on that West Texas wind.
I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, that ain't no way [D] to live.
[Am]
[D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, something's [D] gotta give.
[A]
Man, I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
[A] And believe me, that ain't no [D] way to live.
[A] [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday.
I said something's [D] gotta give.
[A]
Something's gotta [D] give.
[G]
[A]
[D]
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
Bm
C
D
A
G
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] I've made a dream from blue jeans, _ [G] a ranger's cap with sweat rings, [A] and a hole in the sole
of my [D] favorite boots.
_ [A] _
_ Well, [D] I've been earning a long _ [G] time, working on that [D] bottom hat, [A] and every shirt I've worn,
the [D] collars bent blue. _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ One of [A] these days, I'm gonna jump [G] right off that ship, _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ and hit the [A] ground running.
_ [G] At least that's what I [A] keep telling myself.
[D] I've been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, _ that ain't no way [D] to live.
_ [Bm] _ [A] _
_ And [D] what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, _ _ something's [D] gotta give.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ Busted hands and broken land, _ [G] and black gold turned to sand.
_ [A] _ _ Whiskey's the only well that's running [D] deep. _ _ _ _
_ And the dust devil's dancing on the mesa, get _ [G] mercy on that West Texas wind.
[A] The tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more [D] than me. _ _ _
_ And [Bm] they always find [A] their way right [D] [G] out of town. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Bm] _ They never [A] turn back.
_ [G] They keep on rolling [D] and they don't slow down.
I've been sitting on the fence for way too [G] long, warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, _ that ain't no way [D] to live.
_ [A] _
_ [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, _ _ something's [D] gotta give. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] And the dust _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
devil's dancing on the mesa, get mercy on that West Texas wind.
I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, _ _ that ain't no way [D] to live.
_ [Am] _ _
_ [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, _ _ something's [D] gotta give.
_ _ [A] _
_ Man, I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
[A] And believe me, _ that ain't no [D] way to live. _ _
[A] _ [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday.
I said something's [D] gotta give.
_ _ [A]
Something's gotta [D] give. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] I've made a dream from blue jeans, _ [G] a ranger's cap with sweat rings, [A] and a hole in the sole
of my [D] favorite boots.
_ [A] _
_ Well, [D] I've been earning a long _ [G] time, working on that [D] bottom hat, [A] and every shirt I've worn,
the [D] collars bent blue. _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ One of [A] these days, I'm gonna jump [G] right off that ship, _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ and hit the [A] ground running.
_ [G] At least that's what I [A] keep telling myself.
[D] I've been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, _ that ain't no way [D] to live.
_ [Bm] _ [A] _
_ And [D] what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, _ _ something's [D] gotta give.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ Busted hands and broken land, _ [G] and black gold turned to sand.
_ [A] _ _ Whiskey's the only well that's running [D] deep. _ _ _ _
_ And the dust devil's dancing on the mesa, get _ [G] mercy on that West Texas wind.
[A] The tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more [D] than me. _ _ _
_ And [Bm] they always find [A] their way right [D] [G] out of town. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Bm] _ They never [A] turn back.
_ [G] They keep on rolling [D] and they don't slow down.
I've been sitting on the fence for way too [G] long, warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, _ that ain't no way [D] to live.
_ [A] _
_ [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, and [G] it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, _ _ something's [D] gotta give. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] And the dust _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
devil's dancing on the mesa, get mercy on that West Texas wind.
I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
And [A] believe me, _ _ that ain't no way [D] to live.
_ [Am] _ _
_ [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday, _ _ something's [D] gotta give.
_ _ [A] _
_ Man, I've [D] been sitting on the fence for way too long, [G] warming that bench as chance moves on.
[A] And believe me, _ that ain't no [D] way to live. _ _
[A] _ [D] And what's barely getting by is really [C] getting old, [G] and it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty
bolt, [A] but someday.
I said something's [D] gotta give.
_ _ [A]
Something's gotta [D] give. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _