Chords for Grace Potter - Masterpiece (Official Visualizer)
Tempo:
74.3 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
D
C
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
Somewhere in the middle of the seventh grade, I realized that everyone my age [D] was an asshole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
[F] From there, everything began to escalate.
It's much more fun to climb a gate [D] than flagpole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
I [Bb] was a long lost kid in [Gm] the middle [Bb] of the long lost American [Gm] dream.
That's [Bb] how I picked up my [F] paintbrush and started on my masterpiece.
Oh honey, but I had the time to stick it in your fingers.
The world was mine [D] and my cap fell off.
Say,
[F] I'm on my way across the deep blue sea.
I'm out looking for my dignity.
[D] Stab my passport, if [C] you please.
[Bb] Yeah, I was a teenage [Gm] troublemaker.
[Bb] I'm a run from the [Gm] mall police.
[Bb] Yeah, the trouble's an [Ab] important chapter in my [F] masterpiece.
He was wearing eyeliner, had a funny name, and he told me that his daddy was an apple ash.
[D] And he played me a woman [C] in the middle of the ocean.
[F] When I touched down in Montreal, son of a G, yes, I saw it [D] all.
Yes, I can, can, yes, I can, can, [C] yes, ma'am.
[Bb] I had a brand new head on my shoulders and a nice little [Gm] pair of titties.
[Bb] I said goodbye to the Virgin and hello to [F] my masterpiece.
I'm looking for my dignity.
[G]
[Am] Oh, [Dm] my vices, [E] catharsis and crisis [Dm] into [Eb] one [A] incorrigible, dangerous.
[D] [A] [G]
[F]
Sports, the story I'm a skipper.
Hey.
It's a part about the great, well, death, straight [D] to Booker T.
And don't forget [C] the [C] MGs.
I
[F] danced through my socks.
[D] I [C] was a [Bb] long, long time.
Dancing through my [Gm] dream.
[Bb] In my funky little feet, I [A] chased him down my [F] masterpiece.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Every day, friendly ghost.
My holy walls [D] like sugar in my thick.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
[F] Lift and don't black out.
I have a spout.
[D] Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
But [Bb] I still get that feeling when [Gm] I drive by my school.
[Bb] Have them goddamn kids.
So [Gm] God damn true.
[Bb] But I'm still painting and [B] fucking and climbing trees [C] and dancing with my [Db] darling devils and beasts.
[Dm] And every single.
[F]
[G]
Is just [Bb] a color [F] in the palette [Abm] of my ever loving, never [Gm] done and vagabond.
[Gb] Master.
[F]
Somewhere in the middle of the seventh grade, I realized that everyone my age [D] was an asshole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
[F] From there, everything began to escalate.
It's much more fun to climb a gate [D] than flagpole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
I [Bb] was a long lost kid in [Gm] the middle [Bb] of the long lost American [Gm] dream.
That's [Bb] how I picked up my [F] paintbrush and started on my masterpiece.
Oh honey, but I had the time to stick it in your fingers.
The world was mine [D] and my cap fell off.
Say,
[F] I'm on my way across the deep blue sea.
I'm out looking for my dignity.
[D] Stab my passport, if [C] you please.
[Bb] Yeah, I was a teenage [Gm] troublemaker.
[Bb] I'm a run from the [Gm] mall police.
[Bb] Yeah, the trouble's an [Ab] important chapter in my [F] masterpiece.
He was wearing eyeliner, had a funny name, and he told me that his daddy was an apple ash.
[D] And he played me a woman [C] in the middle of the ocean.
[F] When I touched down in Montreal, son of a G, yes, I saw it [D] all.
Yes, I can, can, yes, I can, can, [C] yes, ma'am.
[Bb] I had a brand new head on my shoulders and a nice little [Gm] pair of titties.
[Bb] I said goodbye to the Virgin and hello to [F] my masterpiece.
I'm looking for my dignity.
[G]
[Am] Oh, [Dm] my vices, [E] catharsis and crisis [Dm] into [Eb] one [A] incorrigible, dangerous.
[D] [A] [G]
[F]
Sports, the story I'm a skipper.
Hey.
It's a part about the great, well, death, straight [D] to Booker T.
And don't forget [C] the [C] MGs.
I
[F] danced through my socks.
[D] I [C] was a [Bb] long, long time.
Dancing through my [Gm] dream.
[Bb] In my funky little feet, I [A] chased him down my [F] masterpiece.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Every day, friendly ghost.
My holy walls [D] like sugar in my thick.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
[F] Lift and don't black out.
I have a spout.
[D] Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
But [Bb] I still get that feeling when [Gm] I drive by my school.
[Bb] Have them goddamn kids.
So [Gm] God damn true.
[Bb] But I'm still painting and [B] fucking and climbing trees [C] and dancing with my [Db] darling devils and beasts.
[Dm] And every single.
[F]
[G]
Is just [Bb] a color [F] in the palette [Abm] of my ever loving, never [Gm] done and vagabond.
[Gb] Master.
[F]
Key:
F
Bb
D
C
Gm
F
Bb
D
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Somewhere in the middle of the seventh grade, I realized that everyone my age [D] was an asshole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah. _ _
[F] From there, everything began to escalate.
It's much more fun to climb a gate [D] than flagpole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
_ I [Bb] was a long lost kid in [Gm] the middle [Bb] of the long lost American [Gm] dream.
That's [Bb] how I picked up my [F] paintbrush and started on my masterpiece. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh honey, but I had the time to stick it in your fingers.
The world was mine [D] and my cap fell off.
Say, _
[F] I'm on my way across the deep blue sea.
I'm out looking for my dignity.
[D] Stab my passport, if [C] you please.
[Bb] Yeah, I was a teenage [Gm] troublemaker.
[Bb] I'm a run from the [Gm] mall police.
[Bb] Yeah, the trouble's an [Ab] important chapter in my [F] masterpiece. _ _ _
_ _ _ He was wearing eyeliner, had a funny name, and he told me that his daddy was an apple ash.
[D] And he played me a woman [C] in the middle of the ocean.
_ [F] When I touched down in Montreal, son of a G, yes, I saw it [D] all.
Yes, I can, can, yes, I can, can, [C] yes, ma'am.
_ [Bb] I had a brand new head on my shoulders and a nice little [Gm] pair of titties.
[Bb] I said goodbye to the Virgin and hello to [F] my masterpiece.
_ I'm looking for my dignity. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Oh, [Dm] my vices, [E] catharsis and crisis [Dm] into [Eb] one [A] incorrigible, dangerous. _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sports, the story I'm a skipper.
Hey.
It's a part about the great, well, death, straight [D] to Booker T.
_ And don't forget [C] the [C] MGs.
I _
[F] danced through my socks. _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ I [C] was a [Bb] long, long time.
_ Dancing through my [Gm] dream.
[Bb] In my funky little feet, I [A] chased him down my [F] masterpiece.
_ Yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ Every day, friendly ghost. _
_ My holy walls [D] like sugar in my thick.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ [F] Lift and don't black out.
I have a spout.
[D] _ _ Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
_ But [Bb] I still get that feeling when [Gm] I drive by my school.
[Bb] Have them goddamn kids.
So [Gm] God damn true.
[Bb] But I'm still painting and [B] fucking and climbing trees [C] and dancing with my [Db] darling devils and beasts.
[Dm] And every single.
[F] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Is just [Bb] a color [F] in the palette [Abm] of my ever loving, never [Gm] done and vagabond. _ _ _
[Gb] Master.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Somewhere in the middle of the seventh grade, I realized that everyone my age [D] was an asshole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah. _ _
[F] From there, everything began to escalate.
It's much more fun to climb a gate [D] than flagpole.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
_ I [Bb] was a long lost kid in [Gm] the middle [Bb] of the long lost American [Gm] dream.
That's [Bb] how I picked up my [F] paintbrush and started on my masterpiece. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh honey, but I had the time to stick it in your fingers.
The world was mine [D] and my cap fell off.
Say, _
[F] I'm on my way across the deep blue sea.
I'm out looking for my dignity.
[D] Stab my passport, if [C] you please.
[Bb] Yeah, I was a teenage [Gm] troublemaker.
[Bb] I'm a run from the [Gm] mall police.
[Bb] Yeah, the trouble's an [Ab] important chapter in my [F] masterpiece. _ _ _
_ _ _ He was wearing eyeliner, had a funny name, and he told me that his daddy was an apple ash.
[D] And he played me a woman [C] in the middle of the ocean.
_ [F] When I touched down in Montreal, son of a G, yes, I saw it [D] all.
Yes, I can, can, yes, I can, can, [C] yes, ma'am.
_ [Bb] I had a brand new head on my shoulders and a nice little [Gm] pair of titties.
[Bb] I said goodbye to the Virgin and hello to [F] my masterpiece.
_ I'm looking for my dignity. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Oh, [Dm] my vices, [E] catharsis and crisis [Dm] into [Eb] one [A] incorrigible, dangerous. _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Sports, the story I'm a skipper.
Hey.
It's a part about the great, well, death, straight [D] to Booker T.
_ And don't forget [C] the [C] MGs.
I _
[F] danced through my socks. _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ I [C] was a [Bb] long, long time.
_ Dancing through my [Gm] dream.
[Bb] In my funky little feet, I [A] chased him down my [F] masterpiece.
_ Yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ Every day, friendly ghost. _
_ My holy walls [D] like sugar in my thick.
Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ [F] Lift and don't black out.
I have a spout.
[D] _ _ Yeah, [C] yeah, yeah.
_ But [Bb] I still get that feeling when [Gm] I drive by my school.
[Bb] Have them goddamn kids.
So [Gm] God damn true.
[Bb] But I'm still painting and [B] fucking and climbing trees [C] and dancing with my [Db] darling devils and beasts.
[Dm] And every single.
[F] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Is just [Bb] a color [F] in the palette [Abm] of my ever loving, never [Gm] done and vagabond. _ _ _
[Gb] Master.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _