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
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[Em] [Am] [Em] Alright friends, we got time for two more fucking songs!
I got me a [G] shovel, and I'm digging [E] a ditch, but I'm gonna [C] fight for this old square for
I got me [G] a few shag, and I'm stuck on the past.
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.
across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
stuff, but you could not take it.
I got me a [G] shovel, and I'm digging [E] a ditch, but I'm gonna [C] fight for this old square for
I got me [G] a few shag, and I'm stuck on the past.
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.
across the middle of my full-grid hat, said, come on guys, face this mess.
stuff, but you could not take it.
100% ➙ 73BPM
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,
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