Chords for David Morris - Bored in the USA (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
73.6 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
F
Gb
Bb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here [Bbm] all day
Wake up early, work a 9-to-5 job I hate
Tryna pay my credit [Fm] cards and my [Bb] rent is late
Okay, I pick a six-string in my truck
Singing Bruce Springsteen, same pair of dirty boots
Same pair of ripped jeans, it's me
Ain't changed a bit since I was 16
Told y'all I'm a [F] small-town kid, but I got big dreams
Waking up this early every morning got me in a mood
Please don't talk to [Bb] me until I've had a coffee, maybe two
Yeah, her eyes are baby blue, yeah, the whiskey 80 proof
Yeah, it's crazy, Baby Davey's back, he's breaking all the rules
Kid, swimming in the creek just like it was a pool
Kid, up at Goldmark, pump diesel fuel
Kid, still standing like a old bar stool
Kid, I'm on the move, kid
Ain't from the shop, man, I'm from the hills
Deep in Appalachia, where they got, taking all them pills
Man, it's a disaster every time, like, this can't be real
He just got his master's, he was [Bbm] fine, tell his cousin Bill
Found him on a mattress, it's an [Gb] everyday story, it ain't nothing new
Around here, it's pretty boring, [Bbm] there ain't much to do
You take the bus to school, pack a lunch [Gb] for you
Girl, I've worked your job for 30 years and have them take your [Bbm] pension out from under you
It's been that way since back when I was little
We saw a broken headlight and we shouted out, padiddle
Rapping Walter White was racing Malcolm in the middle
Something's missing here, I think we need to add a fiddle
In Appalachian [Ebm] Valley, [F] off of Highway 79
[Gb] Somewhere down a two-lane [F] road is where I [C] lost my mind
[Bbm] Country singer, country rapper, I don't care about labels
I got some friends who serve and I ain't talking waiting tables
I pray they come home soon and when they do, find something stable
Lord, I pray in Jesus' name, protect them, send them all your angels
[C] It's a wicked world we living in, I'm trying to stay alive
Pledge allegiance to the flag and the stars in the straps
Need a three-piece tender diet Coke with some fries, honey mustard on the [F] side
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all [Bbm] day
Wake up early, working nine-to-five, job I hate
Trying to pay my credit [Ab] cards and my rent is late
There ain't much to do but sit around here [Bbm] all day
Wake up early, work a 9-to-5 job I hate
Tryna pay my credit [Fm] cards and my [Bb] rent is late
Okay, I pick a six-string in my truck
Singing Bruce Springsteen, same pair of dirty boots
Same pair of ripped jeans, it's me
Ain't changed a bit since I was 16
Told y'all I'm a [F] small-town kid, but I got big dreams
Waking up this early every morning got me in a mood
Please don't talk to [Bb] me until I've had a coffee, maybe two
Yeah, her eyes are baby blue, yeah, the whiskey 80 proof
Yeah, it's crazy, Baby Davey's back, he's breaking all the rules
Kid, swimming in the creek just like it was a pool
Kid, up at Goldmark, pump diesel fuel
Kid, still standing like a old bar stool
Kid, I'm on the move, kid
Ain't from the shop, man, I'm from the hills
Deep in Appalachia, where they got, taking all them pills
Man, it's a disaster every time, like, this can't be real
He just got his master's, he was [Bbm] fine, tell his cousin Bill
Found him on a mattress, it's an [Gb] everyday story, it ain't nothing new
Around here, it's pretty boring, [Bbm] there ain't much to do
You take the bus to school, pack a lunch [Gb] for you
Girl, I've worked your job for 30 years and have them take your [Bbm] pension out from under you
It's been that way since back when I was little
We saw a broken headlight and we shouted out, padiddle
Rapping Walter White was racing Malcolm in the middle
Something's missing here, I think we need to add a fiddle
In Appalachian [Ebm] Valley, [F] off of Highway 79
[Gb] Somewhere down a two-lane [F] road is where I [C] lost my mind
[Bbm] Country singer, country rapper, I don't care about labels
I got some friends who serve and I ain't talking waiting tables
I pray they come home soon and when they do, find something stable
Lord, I pray in Jesus' name, protect them, send them all your angels
[C] It's a wicked world we living in, I'm trying to stay alive
Pledge allegiance to the flag and the stars in the straps
Need a three-piece tender diet Coke with some fries, honey mustard on the [F] side
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all [Bbm] day
Wake up early, working nine-to-five, job I hate
Trying to pay my credit [Ab] cards and my rent is late
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here [Bbm] all day
Wake up early, work a 9-to-5 job I hate
Tryna pay my credit [Fm] cards and my [Bb] rent is late
Okay, I pick a six-string in my truck
Singing Bruce Springsteen, same pair of dirty boots
Same pair of ripped jeans, it's me
Ain't changed a bit since I was 16
Told y'all I'm a [F] small-town kid, but I got big dreams
Waking up this early every morning got me in a mood
Please don't talk to [Bb] me until I've had a coffee, maybe two
Yeah, her eyes are baby blue, yeah, the whiskey 80 proof
Yeah, it's crazy, Baby Davey's back, he's breaking all the rules
Kid, swimming in the creek just like it was a pool
Kid, up at Goldmark, pump diesel fuel
Kid, still standing like a old bar stool
Kid, I'm on the move, kid
Ain't from the shop, man, I'm from the hills
Deep in Appalachia, where they got, taking all them pills
Man, it's a disaster every time, like, this can't be real
He just got his master's, he was [Bbm] fine, tell his cousin Bill
Found him on a mattress, it's an [Gb] everyday story, it ain't nothing new
Around here, it's pretty boring, [Bbm] there ain't much to do
You take the bus to school, pack a lunch [Gb] for you
Girl, I've worked your job for 30 years and have them take your [Bbm] pension out from under you
It's been that way since back when I was little
We saw a broken headlight and we shouted out, padiddle
Rapping Walter White was racing Malcolm in the middle
Something's missing here, I think we need to add a fiddle
In Appalachian [Ebm] Valley, [F] off of Highway 79 _
[Gb] Somewhere down a two-lane [F] road is where I [C] lost my mind
_ _ _ [Bbm] Country singer, country rapper, I don't care about labels
I got some friends who serve and I ain't talking waiting tables
I pray they come home soon and when they do, find something stable
Lord, I pray in Jesus' name, protect them, send them all your angels
[C] It's a wicked world we living in, I'm trying to stay alive
Pledge allegiance to the flag and the stars in the straps
Need a three-piece tender diet Coke with some fries, honey mustard on the [F] side
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all [Bbm] day
Wake up early, working nine-to-five, job I hate
Trying to pay my credit [Ab] cards and my rent is late _
There ain't much to do but sit around here [Bbm] all day
Wake up early, work a 9-to-5 job I hate
Tryna pay my credit [Fm] cards and my [Bb] rent is late
Okay, I pick a six-string in my truck
Singing Bruce Springsteen, same pair of dirty boots
Same pair of ripped jeans, it's me
Ain't changed a bit since I was 16
Told y'all I'm a [F] small-town kid, but I got big dreams
Waking up this early every morning got me in a mood
Please don't talk to [Bb] me until I've had a coffee, maybe two
Yeah, her eyes are baby blue, yeah, the whiskey 80 proof
Yeah, it's crazy, Baby Davey's back, he's breaking all the rules
Kid, swimming in the creek just like it was a pool
Kid, up at Goldmark, pump diesel fuel
Kid, still standing like a old bar stool
Kid, I'm on the move, kid
Ain't from the shop, man, I'm from the hills
Deep in Appalachia, where they got, taking all them pills
Man, it's a disaster every time, like, this can't be real
He just got his master's, he was [Bbm] fine, tell his cousin Bill
Found him on a mattress, it's an [Gb] everyday story, it ain't nothing new
Around here, it's pretty boring, [Bbm] there ain't much to do
You take the bus to school, pack a lunch [Gb] for you
Girl, I've worked your job for 30 years and have them take your [Bbm] pension out from under you
It's been that way since back when I was little
We saw a broken headlight and we shouted out, padiddle
Rapping Walter White was racing Malcolm in the middle
Something's missing here, I think we need to add a fiddle
In Appalachian [Ebm] Valley, [F] off of Highway 79 _
[Gb] Somewhere down a two-lane [F] road is where I [C] lost my mind
_ _ _ [Bbm] Country singer, country rapper, I don't care about labels
I got some friends who serve and I ain't talking waiting tables
I pray they come home soon and when they do, find something stable
Lord, I pray in Jesus' name, protect them, send them all your angels
[C] It's a wicked world we living in, I'm trying to stay alive
Pledge allegiance to the flag and the stars in the straps
Need a three-piece tender diet Coke with some fries, honey mustard on the [F] side
Baby, I'm bored in the USA
There ain't much to do but sit around here all [Bbm] day
Wake up early, working nine-to-five, job I hate
Trying to pay my credit [Ab] cards and my rent is late _