Chords for Joel Plaskett pt. 2 -"Work Out Fine" @ Under The Clothesline

[G] Well, _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [D] I'm [G] here for a month.
I got here three days ago and I had the fortunate experience of sleeping in until 1.30 in the
afternoon this afternoon.
It was awesome.
_ _ So I'm feeling good.
_ _ _ _ So I sing a song of perseverance, positive thinking, _ _ [F] of occasional good time drinking,
[C] _ _ _ of moving forward in the right direction, _ digging deep into your record collection.
_ _ _ This is a song that I wrote _ sitting at the table.
I was sitting down.
I don't play very often sitting down.
This feels really kind of unusual.
A little bit uncomfortable, but I kind of [G] like it.
_ Everybody else is sitting down.
This is a song about _ _ _ _ _ _ thinking positively.
That's what I've been trying to [F] do lately.
Even when I was sitting on the plane and I had a whole row to myself and the guy _ decided
he'd take the other end of the row because his television was broken and I was furious at him.
I thought I was going to _ _ [G] strangle him about four hours into the flight _ and then go place
him back in his chair as if nothing had happened.
I couldn't lie [F] down. _ _
So I was just thinking of this song, Perseverance. _
_ _ _ _ _ Workout fine.
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My love got lost.
My love got [C] lost.
This time she's gone [G] for good.
_ My love got lost.
I paid the [C] cost.
I was walking in the deep dark [G] woods. _
Man, I was [C] walking in the deep dark [G] woods. _
_ Leaving [F] them far [C] behind. _
I'm [G] gonna cross my heart.
Hope to die.
And [D] everything will [G] work out.
It's fine. _
_ _ _ _ That's perseverance.
But negative things happen in your life.
You deal with them accordingly.
You look in the mirror.
The cops showed up.
The cops showed up.
_ [D] I never [G] thought that they'd catch me.
The cops showed up. _
What the fuck?
[D] They're trying to turn me [C] into a [G] patsy.
_ They're trying to turn me into [G] a patsy.
They're trying to turn me into a patsy.
Do you have the word patsy over here?
No.
No, you don't?
Yeah, you know, it's like_
But I didn't [D] commit [C] no crime.
_ It's like being the butt end of a joke.
[G] I'm gonna cross my heart.
Name no names.
[D] Everything will work [G] out fine.
_ _ _ _ Name a name.
_ _ _ _ And where I live,
_ in this little corner of the world, _
I don't know, I'm like Hobart.
I've been to Hobart once.
It reminded me where I live in Halifax.
_ And when you live in Hobart,
you probably ask yourself the same questions
that I ask myself every year.
All my _ friends,
where did they [C] go?
[D] Sydney, [G] Australia.
Toronto. _ _
All my friends,
they split too soon.
They split town with the fork and the spoon.
[C] Man, they all split town
and left [G] me _ _ _
sitting with a bottle of wine. _ _ _
More often cheap than expensive,
but occasionally we splurged.
[G] I'm gonna pop the cork,
say my [D] goodbyes,
and everything will [G] work out fine.
_ _ _ _ And I stole the idea
from this song from a number of people,
I think.
From the crash on
_ side one or two of Combat Rock,
Adam Town.
I think I stole the whole idea, really.
Now the corporation stopped.
Stopped pushing fast food
with a multiple shooting
downtown at the bank.
And then I was also thinking maybe,
I didn't realize it at the time,
but then I realized I was also
kind of maybe stealing a little bit from
I'm a Navy man, I'm a Navy man,
oh, I'm a [D] Navy man.
_ [D] _ _ [G] I'm a King Kong man,
I'm a Voodoo man,
oh, I'm a Navy man. _ _
_ _ [C] Oh, I don't
want to live in this world
no more.
I don't want
to die in a nuclear war.
I want to sail away
to a distant shore
[C] and [E] make like an ape [G] man. _
_ Well, that's what I want
to do.
_ This would be the place to do it,
I think.
Weather's fun.
_ I was sitting at the kitchen table when I
wrote this song and I was thinking about my little cat.
Her name is White Fang and
she's got no ears.
You've got to understand
she lost them.
She was an outdoor cat.
We took her in and she was astray and she's all white
and she lost them.
Her ears were sunburned
and they had to come off.
So we took
them off.
It was a grisly experience.
We were crying at the time.
When they grew back, the ears didn't grow
back but now she looks like a baby seal
from the Arctic.
_ _ _ I was sitting there with White Fang
asleep on the table when I wrote this song
and I think she made me think of this song
called Poor White Trash
from Louisiana.
You've got to
go look up Poor White Trash at your local
independent video store.
B-movies from the 1960s.
And it had a
theme.
I kind of figured I was going to
have some vague recollection of a theme.
_ That goes, Poor White
Trash, where did you
go?
[D] I got lost
out in the snow.
Poor White Trash,
what do you say?
[A] _ Radioactive, man.
I'm
floated away.
[C] I'm
feeling kind of [G] radioactive _
_ but I'll [C] make
it to the church on time.
_ Like David Bowie
or Boy George and all those who came before
to the church on time. _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm on my way to get there.
_ _ _ I'm [G] going to get down
on my knees and pray _ [D] that everything
will [Em] work out [F] fine.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
_ Everything!
_ _ _ Everything will work out [G] fine! _ _ _ _
_ _ Darren Hamlin's backyard,
we'll work it out fine.
_ _ Yeah. _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] Thank you, Conrad.
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