Middle Of The Hill Chords by Josh Pyke
Tempo:
73.35 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Em
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [Em]
[E] [F#m] [Am] [Em]
When I was a kid I [D#] grew up in a house [A] on a hill, not the top, [Em] not the bottom, but the middle
[E] And I still remember [D] where I cracked my head in the vacant lot
[Em] There's a row of tiny houses [G] there now, and we used to [D] light fires in the [G] gutters
And I could cool my head [Em] on the concrete steps
[G] But the girl down the street [D] hit my sister on the head [Am] with a stick
And we hid [G] behind my father as he knocked [D] on her parents' door
I could tell her what she did, [E] but the parents were drunk, [G] so they really didn't give a [D] sh-
[G] And the girl down the street [F#m] said her dog Pittenbach [Am] was a man with an axe, [Em] cut its voice box out
But my older [E] sister told me that it probably wasn't true, [A] and I believe what she said
[Em] Cause she took me by the hand [D] one time when a couple men drove down the hill
[C] In a white van, said [G] there was a phone box filled [D] with money round the corner
And I would have gone along, [C] but she took me by the [G] hand to the house in the middle of the hill
The middle of the hill, the [A#] middle of the hill
[D] And our mother knew the [E] words to a lot of different songs
And we'd always sing the [Em] harmonies when we'd sing along
[G] She had cool cool [F#m] hands when the fever hit
And the noises that the [E] trains made sounded like [D] people in my head
And the stories that the ceiling [F#] told through the pictures in the [G] grains on the pinewood [D] boards
And I could stay outside till the sky went [F#] red
And I could cool my [G] head on the concrete [D] steps
And you can never really see the top from the bottom
But I'm paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got em
You can never really see the top from the [C] bottom
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got them.
No.
[G]
[E] [F#m] [Am] [Em]
When I was a kid I [D#] grew up in a house [A] on a hill, not the top, [Em] not the bottom, but the middle
[E] And I still remember [D] where I cracked my head in the vacant lot
[Em] There's a row of tiny houses [G] there now, and we used to [D] light fires in the [G] gutters
And I could cool my head [Em] on the concrete steps
[G] But the girl down the street [D] hit my sister on the head [Am] with a stick
And we hid [G] behind my father as he knocked [D] on her parents' door
I could tell her what she did, [E] but the parents were drunk, [G] so they really didn't give a [D] sh-
[G] And the girl down the street [F#m] said her dog Pittenbach [Am] was a man with an axe, [Em] cut its voice box out
But my older [E] sister told me that it probably wasn't true, [A] and I believe what she said
[Em] Cause she took me by the hand [D] one time when a couple men drove down the hill
[C] In a white van, said [G] there was a phone box filled [D] with money round the corner
And I would have gone along, [C] but she took me by the [G] hand to the house in the middle of the hill
The middle of the hill, the [A#] middle of the hill
[D] And our mother knew the [E] words to a lot of different songs
And we'd always sing the [Em] harmonies when we'd sing along
[G] She had cool cool [F#m] hands when the fever hit
And the noises that the [E] trains made sounded like [D] people in my head
And the stories that the ceiling [F#] told through the pictures in the [G] grains on the pinewood [D] boards
And I could stay outside till the sky went [F#] red
And I could cool my [G] head on the concrete [D] steps
And you can never really see the top from the bottom
But I'm paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got em
You can never really see the top from the [C] bottom
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got them.
No.
[G]
Key:
G
D
Em
E
A
G
D
Em
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _
_ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Em] _
When I was a kid I [D#] grew up in a house [A] on a hill, not the top, [Em] not the bottom, but the middle
[E] And I still remember [D] where I cracked my head in the vacant lot
[Em] There's a row of tiny houses [G] there now, and we used to [D] light fires in the [G] gutters
And I could cool my head [Em] on the concrete steps
[G] But the girl down the street [D] hit my sister on the head [Am] with a stick
And we hid [G] behind my father as he knocked [D] on her parents' door
I could tell her what she did, [E] but the parents were drunk, [G] so they really didn't give a [D] sh-
_ _ [G] And the girl down the street [F#m] said her dog Pittenbach [Am] was a man with an axe, [Em] cut its voice box out
But my older [E] sister told me that it probably wasn't true, [A] and I believe what she said
[Em] Cause she took me by the hand [D] one time when a couple men drove down the hill
[C] In a white van, said [G] there was a phone box filled [D] with money round the corner
And I would have gone along, [C] but she took me by the [G] hand to the house in the middle of the hill
The middle of the hill, the [A#] middle of the hill
_ [D] And our mother knew the [E] words to a lot of different songs
And we'd always sing the [Em] harmonies when we'd sing along
[G] She had cool cool [F#m] hands when the fever hit
And the noises that the [E] trains made sounded like [D] people in my head
And the stories that the ceiling [F#] told through the pictures in the [G] grains on the pinewood [D] boards
And I could stay outside till the sky went [F#] red
And I could cool my [G] head on the concrete [D] steps
And you can never really see the top from the bottom
But I'm paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got em
You can never really see the top from the [C] bottom
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got them.
No. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Em] _
When I was a kid I [D#] grew up in a house [A] on a hill, not the top, [Em] not the bottom, but the middle
[E] And I still remember [D] where I cracked my head in the vacant lot
[Em] There's a row of tiny houses [G] there now, and we used to [D] light fires in the [G] gutters
And I could cool my head [Em] on the concrete steps
[G] But the girl down the street [D] hit my sister on the head [Am] with a stick
And we hid [G] behind my father as he knocked [D] on her parents' door
I could tell her what she did, [E] but the parents were drunk, [G] so they really didn't give a [D] sh-
_ _ [G] And the girl down the street [F#m] said her dog Pittenbach [Am] was a man with an axe, [Em] cut its voice box out
But my older [E] sister told me that it probably wasn't true, [A] and I believe what she said
[Em] Cause she took me by the hand [D] one time when a couple men drove down the hill
[C] In a white van, said [G] there was a phone box filled [D] with money round the corner
And I would have gone along, [C] but she took me by the [G] hand to the house in the middle of the hill
The middle of the hill, the [A#] middle of the hill
_ [D] And our mother knew the [E] words to a lot of different songs
And we'd always sing the [Em] harmonies when we'd sing along
[G] She had cool cool [F#m] hands when the fever hit
And the noises that the [E] trains made sounded like [D] people in my head
And the stories that the ceiling [F#] told through the pictures in the [G] grains on the pinewood [D] boards
And I could stay outside till the sky went [F#] red
And I could cool my [G] head on the concrete [D] steps
And you can never really see the top from the bottom
But I'm paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got em
You can never really see the top from the [C] bottom
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I got them.
I'm not paying enough attention to the good things when I [Gm] got them.
I'm not paying enough [G] attention to the good things when I [D] got them.
No. _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _