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