Chords for EMILY KINNEY - "This is War" (Live at JITV HQ in Los Angeles, CA 2016) #JAMINTHEVAN
Tempo:
73.1 bpm
Chords used:
F
Gm
Bb
E
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hi, I'm Emily [Gb] Kinney.
This is Jam in the Van, and this is my song, This is [F] War.
[G] [Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, so far [F] from the top.
I refuse [Bb] to stop, got shakers [F] in my hair and drums, bossing [Gm] like the new son.
Baby [F] when it's all finally one [Bb] out of one.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, let's [Bb] start a live.
You've [F] got more soldier, but I've [Gm] got more passion, and I'm [Am] right behind you, just [Bb] gaining traction.
Pow, pow, [F] pow, pow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang.
[F] And I know, I know, I know about the lovers in your [Gm] bulletproof lining.
[F] They don't intimidate, thanks to a ventilator [Gm] and bad timing.
[F] And I know, I know, I know you've got your battle plan mapped [Gm] out in inches.
[F] But I'm not scared of you, I'm jumping right into [G] these Brooklyn trenches.
This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, I might [F] need a massive hit, just [Bb] ask me for more.
Cause we stage [F] it like a standoff in your [Gm] print tops.
I'm [F] bruised and bloody, but I'll [Bb] never give up.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, we come [Bb] to the side.
We'll sing [F] songs together, I'll [G] hold your hand.
Make [F] perfect pitch, hey, we can [Bb] form a band.
[F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] I'm fighting no more, [F] I'm sweating in the sun, I'm [Gm] a wintry door.
[F] Oh, I'm [Gm] fighting no more, [F] but I just can't be beat, [Gm] so I will stand and beat [F] until your love, your [Gm] love is sure.
Baby, [F] this is war.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, cow, [F] cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang.
[Dbm] [E] He and I will [Dbm] always be [B]
[Db] this [E] way.
[A] [E]
[Dbm] [E] Oh, I am done with the [Db] jealousy, done with.
Have [Ab] you got room for my suitcase?
[Eb] Oh, baby, call me over.
Beg me to stay [Ab] and I'll never [Bb] leave [Eb] LA.
[Abm] Through the haze of the [N] smoke and the rain.
This is Jam in the Van, and this is my song, This is [F] War.
[G] [Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, so far [F] from the top.
I refuse [Bb] to stop, got shakers [F] in my hair and drums, bossing [Gm] like the new son.
Baby [F] when it's all finally one [Bb] out of one.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, let's [Bb] start a live.
You've [F] got more soldier, but I've [Gm] got more passion, and I'm [Am] right behind you, just [Bb] gaining traction.
Pow, pow, [F] pow, pow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang.
[F] And I know, I know, I know about the lovers in your [Gm] bulletproof lining.
[F] They don't intimidate, thanks to a ventilator [Gm] and bad timing.
[F] And I know, I know, I know you've got your battle plan mapped [Gm] out in inches.
[F] But I'm not scared of you, I'm jumping right into [G] these Brooklyn trenches.
This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, I might [F] need a massive hit, just [Bb] ask me for more.
Cause we stage [F] it like a standoff in your [Gm] print tops.
I'm [F] bruised and bloody, but I'll [Bb] never give up.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, we come [Bb] to the side.
We'll sing [F] songs together, I'll [G] hold your hand.
Make [F] perfect pitch, hey, we can [Bb] form a band.
[F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] [F]
[Gm] I'm fighting no more, [F] I'm sweating in the sun, I'm [Gm] a wintry door.
[F] Oh, I'm [Gm] fighting no more, [F] but I just can't be beat, [Gm] so I will stand and beat [F] until your love, your [Gm] love is sure.
Baby, [F] this is war.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, cow, [F] cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang.
[Dbm] [E] He and I will [Dbm] always be [B]
[Db] this [E] way.
[A] [E]
[Dbm] [E] Oh, I am done with the [Db] jealousy, done with.
Have [Ab] you got room for my suitcase?
[Eb] Oh, baby, call me over.
Beg me to stay [Ab] and I'll never [Bb] leave [Eb] LA.
[Abm] Through the haze of the [N] smoke and the rain.
Key:
F
Gm
Bb
E
G
F
Gm
Bb
Hi, I'm Emily [Gb] Kinney.
This is Jam in the Van, and this is my song, This is [F] War. _ _
_ [G] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, so far [F] from the top.
I refuse [Bb] to stop, got shakers [F] in my hair and drums, bossing [Gm] like the new son.
Baby [F] when it's all finally one [Bb] out of one.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, let's [Bb] start a live.
You've [F] got more soldier, but I've [Gm] got more passion, and I'm [Am] right behind you, just [Bb] gaining traction.
Pow, pow, [F] pow, pow. _
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang.
[F] And I know, I know, I know about the lovers in your [Gm] bulletproof lining.
_ [F] They don't intimidate, thanks to a ventilator [Gm] and bad timing.
_ [F] And I know, I know, I know you've got your battle plan mapped [Gm] out in inches.
_ [F] But I'm not scared of you, I'm jumping right into [G] these Brooklyn trenches.
This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, I might [F] need a massive hit, just [Bb] ask me for more.
Cause we stage [F] it like a standoff in your [Gm] print tops.
I'm [F] bruised and bloody, but I'll [Bb] never give up.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, we come [Bb] to the side.
We'll sing [F] songs together, I'll [G] hold your hand.
Make [F] perfect pitch, hey, we can [Bb] form a band.
[F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Gm] I'm fighting no more, _ [F] I'm sweating in the sun, I'm [Gm] a wintry door.
_ [F] Oh, I'm _ [Gm] fighting no more, _ [F] but I just can't be beat, [Gm] so I will stand and beat [F] until your love, your [Gm] love is sure.
Baby, [F] this is war.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, cow, [F] cow. _
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang. _ _ _ _
_ [Dbm] _ [E] He and I will [Dbm] always be [B] _
[Db] this [E] way.
_ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ [Dbm] _ [E] Oh, I am done with the [Db] jealousy, done with.
Have [Ab] you got room for my suitcase?
[Eb] Oh, baby, call me over.
Beg me to stay [Ab] and I'll never [Bb] leave [Eb] LA. _ _
_ [Abm] Through the haze of the [N] smoke and the rain. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This is Jam in the Van, and this is my song, This is [F] War. _ _
_ [G] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, so far [F] from the top.
I refuse [Bb] to stop, got shakers [F] in my hair and drums, bossing [Gm] like the new son.
Baby [F] when it's all finally one [Bb] out of one.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, let's [Bb] start a live.
You've [F] got more soldier, but I've [Gm] got more passion, and I'm [Am] right behind you, just [Bb] gaining traction.
Pow, pow, [F] pow, pow. _
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang.
[F] And I know, I know, I know about the lovers in your [Gm] bulletproof lining.
_ [F] They don't intimidate, thanks to a ventilator [Gm] and bad timing.
_ [F] And I know, I know, I know you've got your battle plan mapped [Gm] out in inches.
_ [F] But I'm not scared of you, I'm jumping right into [G] these Brooklyn trenches.
This [F] is war, my [Gm] fingers soar, I might [F] need a massive hit, just [Bb] ask me for more.
Cause we stage [F] it like a standoff in your [Gm] print tops.
I'm [F] bruised and bloody, but I'll [Bb] never give up.
This [F] is the band, so you [Gm] want fries?
Goin' down [F] that piano, we come [Bb] to the side.
We'll sing [F] songs together, I'll [G] hold your hand.
Make [F] perfect pitch, hey, we can [Bb] form a band.
[F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Gm] I'm fighting no more, _ [F] I'm sweating in the sun, I'm [Gm] a wintry door.
_ [F] Oh, I'm _ [Gm] fighting no more, _ [F] but I just can't be beat, [Gm] so I will stand and beat [F] until your love, your [Gm] love is sure.
Baby, [F] this is war.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, cow, [F] cow. _
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang, cow, [F] cow, cow.
Bang, [Gm] bang, bang, bang. _ _ _ _
_ [Dbm] _ [E] He and I will [Dbm] always be [B] _
[Db] this [E] way.
_ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ [Dbm] _ [E] Oh, I am done with the [Db] jealousy, done with.
Have [Ab] you got room for my suitcase?
[Eb] Oh, baby, call me over.
Beg me to stay [Ab] and I'll never [Bb] leave [Eb] LA. _ _
_ [Abm] Through the haze of the [N] smoke and the rain. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _