Chords for Frank Turner - Get Better (Show 2000 Documentary Footage)
Tempo:
72.725 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
C
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [Am] [Em] Alright friends, we got time for two more fucking songs!
[N]
I got me a [G] shovel, and I'm digging [E] a ditch, but I'm gonna [C] fight for this old square for
you there, [G] like a mean old son of [D] a bitch.
I got me [G] a few shag, and I'm stuck on the past.
I got no need [C] to rest, yeah, I'm a fuckwit, but me, [G] I'm an MC and I was there till [D] the last.
[G] So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless.
Laying my pockets, body riding [Em] on my chest.
[G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
Thank you, evil one.
And I spat [Em] back a sip.
I took a [C] fluttering bit, I could think of skip, the best evil [G] I know, working out for me.
[D] I'm taking [G] a high road, and I'm turning my [Em] own five.
May I always [C] see the road, rising up to meet me, [G] my enemies defeated in the mirror behind.
So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless.
Laying my pockets, body [Em] riding on my chest.
[G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
Thanks everybody.
Thanks to the tailors.
Thanks to B's on toast.
Thanks to the crew.
But most of all, thanks to you guys for being here.
Here's to the next two thousand fucking shows.
Let's see this one out in style.
Everybody, put your hands in the fucking air.
It's just a knot in the small of your back, you can work it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a two pack of stock in [C#] your hair, you can work [C] it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a numbness tangled up in your socks, you can work it out with your fingers.
Just a simple prey on this infinite press on your vest.
I know you could always be a little.
[D] [G]
So I get back, so don't ever accept us.
Laying my pocket, minding [Em] stuff on your chest.
[G] So, let a million moments of happiness come and tell us to face this mess.
We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
Ladies and gentlemen,
[N]
I got me a [G] shovel, and I'm digging [E] a ditch, but I'm gonna [C] fight for this old square for
you there, [G] like a mean old son of [D] a bitch.
I got me [G] a few shag, and I'm stuck on the past.
I got no need [C] to rest, yeah, I'm a fuckwit, but me, [G] I'm an MC and I was there till [D] the last.
[G] So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless.
Laying my pockets, body riding [Em] on my chest.
[G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
Thank you, evil one.
And I spat [Em] back a sip.
I took a [C] fluttering bit, I could think of skip, the best evil [G] I know, working out for me.
[D] I'm taking [G] a high road, and I'm turning my [Em] own five.
May I always [C] see the road, rising up to meet me, [G] my enemies defeated in the mirror behind.
So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless.
Laying my pockets, body [Em] riding on my chest.
[G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
Thanks everybody.
Thanks to the tailors.
Thanks to B's on toast.
Thanks to the crew.
But most of all, thanks to you guys for being here.
Here's to the next two thousand fucking shows.
Let's see this one out in style.
Everybody, put your hands in the fucking air.
It's just a knot in the small of your back, you can work it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a two pack of stock in [C#] your hair, you can work [C] it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a numbness tangled up in your socks, you can work it out with your fingers.
Just a simple prey on this infinite press on your vest.
I know you could always be a little.
[D] [G]
So I get back, so don't ever accept us.
Laying my pocket, minding [Em] stuff on your chest.
[G] So, let a million moments of happiness come and tell us to face this mess.
We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Key:
G
Em
C
D
A
G
Em
C
_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Em] Alright friends, _ we got time for two more fucking songs!
[N] _
I got me a [G] shovel, and I'm digging [E] a ditch, but I'm gonna [C] fight for this old square for
you there, [G] like a mean old son of [D] a bitch.
I got me [G] a few shag, and I'm stuck on the past.
I got no need [C] to rest, yeah, I'm a fuckwit, but me, [G] I'm an MC and I was there till [D] the last.
[G] So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless. _
Laying my pockets, body riding [Em] on my chest.
_ [G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
_ Thank you, evil one.
And I spat [Em] back a sip.
I took a [C] fluttering bit, I could think of skip, the best evil [G] I know, working out for me.
[D] I'm taking [G] a high road, and I'm turning my [Em] own five.
_ May I always [C] see the road, rising up to meet me, [G] my enemies defeated in the mirror behind.
So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless.
_ _ Laying my pockets, body [Em] riding on my chest.
_ [G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
Thanks everybody.
_ _ Thanks to the tailors.
Thanks to B's on toast.
_ Thanks to the crew.
But most of all, thanks to you guys for being here.
Here's to the next two thousand fucking shows.
_ Let's see this one out in style.
Everybody, put your hands in the fucking air.
It's just a knot in the small of your back, you can work it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a two pack of stock in [C#] your hair, you can work [C] it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a numbness tangled up in your socks, you can work it out with your fingers.
Just a simple prey on this infinite press on your vest.
I know you could always be a little.
_ [D] _ _ [G] _
So I get back, so don't ever accept us. _
Laying my pocket, minding [Em] stuff on your chest.
_ [G] So, let a million moments of happiness come and tell us to face this mess.
We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
_ We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
_ Ladies and gentlemen,
[N] _
I got me a [G] shovel, and I'm digging [E] a ditch, but I'm gonna [C] fight for this old square for
you there, [G] like a mean old son of [D] a bitch.
I got me [G] a few shag, and I'm stuck on the past.
I got no need [C] to rest, yeah, I'm a fuckwit, but me, [G] I'm an MC and I was there till [D] the last.
[G] So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless. _
Laying my pockets, body riding [Em] on my chest.
_ [G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
_ Thank you, evil one.
And I spat [Em] back a sip.
I took a [C] fluttering bit, I could think of skip, the best evil [G] I know, working out for me.
[D] I'm taking [G] a high road, and I'm turning my [Em] own five.
_ May I always [C] see the road, rising up to meet me, [G] my enemies defeated in the mirror behind.
So I get back, cause I haven't been worthless.
_ _ Laying my pockets, body [Em] riding on my chest.
_ [G] Lay across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
We could cut that stuff, but you could not take it.
Thanks everybody.
_ _ Thanks to the tailors.
Thanks to B's on toast.
_ Thanks to the crew.
But most of all, thanks to you guys for being here.
Here's to the next two thousand fucking shows.
_ Let's see this one out in style.
Everybody, put your hands in the fucking air.
It's just a knot in the small of your back, you can work it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a two pack of stock in [C#] your hair, you can work [C] it out with your [A] fingers.
It's just [G] a numbness tangled up in your socks, you can work it out with your fingers.
Just a simple prey on this infinite press on your vest.
I know you could always be a little.
_ [D] _ _ [G] _
So I get back, so don't ever accept us. _
Laying my pocket, minding [Em] stuff on your chest.
_ [G] So, let a million moments of happiness come and tell us to face this mess.
We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
_ We'd get better, because we're dancing here.
_ Ladies and gentlemen,