Chords for Fontaines D.C. - Big (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
91.35 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
A
Em
E
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m]
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
[A] My childhood was small, [Em] my childhood was [F#m] small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna [E] be big.
[A] My childhood was small, [B]
my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big.
Well, Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a loose hand passing up for all that crime.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
[Em] My childhood was [Bm] small, [E] my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm [F#] gonna be big.
My childhood was [Bm] small, my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
[A] My childhood was small, [Em] my childhood was [F#m] small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna [E] be big.
[A] My childhood was small, [B]
my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big.
Well, Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a loose hand passing up for all that crime.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
[Em] My childhood was [Bm] small, [E] my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm [F#] gonna be big.
My childhood was [Bm] small, my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big.
Key:
F#m
A
Em
E
Bm
F#m
A
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
_ [A] _ My childhood was small, [Em] my childhood was [F#m] small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna [E] be big.
[A] My childhood was small, [B]
my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big. _ _
Well, Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a loose hand passing up for all that crime.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
[Em] _ My childhood was [Bm] small, [E] my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm [F#] gonna be big.
My childhood was [Bm] small, my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big. _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
_ [A] _ My childhood was small, [Em] my childhood was [F#m] small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna [E] be big.
[A] My childhood was small, [B]
my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big. _ _
Well, Dublin in the rain is mine, a pregnant city with a Catholic mind.
Stacks of sheets for the birdhouse jail, all mescaline when the past is stale.
Dublin in the rain is mine, a loose hand passing up for all that crime.
Slick little boy with a mind of ritz, pulling that thread for the next thick kiss.
[Em] _ My childhood was [Bm] small, [E] my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm [F#] gonna be big.
My childhood was [Bm] small, my childhood [F#m] was small, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big, but I'm gonna be big. _ _ _