Chords for Kevin Max - If I Could Make It Work In Life
Tempo:
105.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
F#
Bm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] I sit on [G] a piano [D] stool and [A] I make up songs [F#] for these men who come [Gm] in with dust on their
faces [A] and mud on [F#m] their boots from [G] these places that [F#] I'll never go.
[Bm] I sleep in [G] a rented [D] bed with [A] a woman who [F#] gives me what little I get of the [G] love that we'd
like to [A] imagine is left of [G] the love that we [F#] never did know.
[G] I slip out and scrabble a note that [D] reads like a million [E] bucks.
[Em] It's a [G] four-signed nickel for my dime store [Em] fee, but it sure [F#] reads good, and if I [Bm] could
make it work in [G] life [D] like it works on [A] paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe could [Gm] be anything
[A] but words, then I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen in [G] on a pair
of wings, and [D] I would, I [A] would fly.
[Em] If I [G] could only [F#] make it work in [Bm] life, and at the [D] end of every night [A] I add up the tips
[F#] that account for what might not [G] come down to a thing that [A] amounts to [F#] a life, and [G] the
sum [Em] of it all, [F#] I'm afraid.
[Bm] It's less than [G] what I know I [D] need [F#m] to slip beneath the [F#] surface of my forgeries, where
[G] I buried [D] my hopes, [A] where sometimes [F#m] my dreams [G] still stir me [Em] and steal me [F#] away.
[G] And I can still hear denim a kayak [D] call just like when we [A] were kids.
I [Em] [F#m] could tell you [G] all about it in [Em] a song, but Lord, [F#] I wish that I could [Bm] make it work [G] in
life
[D] like it works [A] on paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe could [Gm] be anything [A] but words, then
I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen [G] in on a pair of wings, [D] and I would fly.
[A]
[Em] [G] If I could only [F#] make it work [Bm] in life, [G] [D] Lord, [A] if I [F#m] could only [G] make it [Em] work [F#] [Bm] in life.
[B] [F#]
[A]
faces [A] and mud on [F#m] their boots from [G] these places that [F#] I'll never go.
[Bm] I sleep in [G] a rented [D] bed with [A] a woman who [F#] gives me what little I get of the [G] love that we'd
like to [A] imagine is left of [G] the love that we [F#] never did know.
[G] I slip out and scrabble a note that [D] reads like a million [E] bucks.
[Em] It's a [G] four-signed nickel for my dime store [Em] fee, but it sure [F#] reads good, and if I [Bm] could
make it work in [G] life [D] like it works on [A] paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe could [Gm] be anything
[A] but words, then I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen in [G] on a pair
of wings, and [D] I would, I [A] would fly.
[Em] If I [G] could only [F#] make it work in [Bm] life, and at the [D] end of every night [A] I add up the tips
[F#] that account for what might not [G] come down to a thing that [A] amounts to [F#] a life, and [G] the
sum [Em] of it all, [F#] I'm afraid.
[Bm] It's less than [G] what I know I [D] need [F#m] to slip beneath the [F#] surface of my forgeries, where
[G] I buried [D] my hopes, [A] where sometimes [F#m] my dreams [G] still stir me [Em] and steal me [F#] away.
[G] And I can still hear denim a kayak [D] call just like when we [A] were kids.
I [Em] [F#m] could tell you [G] all about it in [Em] a song, but Lord, [F#] I wish that I could [Bm] make it work [G] in
life
[D] like it works [A] on paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe could [Gm] be anything [A] but words, then
I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen [G] in on a pair of wings, [D] and I would fly.
[A]
[Em] [G] If I could only [F#] make it work [Bm] in life, [G] [D] Lord, [A] if I [F#m] could only [G] make it [Em] work [F#] [Bm] in life.
[B] [F#]
[A]
Key:
G
A
F#
Bm
D
G
A
F#
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[Bm] _ I sit on [G] a piano [D] stool and [A] I make up songs [F#] for these men who come [Gm] in with dust on their
faces [A] and mud on [F#m] their boots from [G] these places that [F#] I'll never go. _ _
[Bm] _ I sleep in [G] a rented [D] bed with [A] a woman who [F#] gives me what little I get of the [G] love that we'd
like to [A] imagine is left of [G] the love that we [F#] never did know. _ _
[G] _ I slip out and scrabble a note that [D] reads like a million [E] bucks. _ _
[Em] _ It's a [G] four-signed nickel for my dime store [Em] fee, but it sure [F#] reads good, and if I [Bm] could
make it work in [G] _ _ life [D] like it works on [A] paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe _ could [Gm] be anything
[A] but words, then I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen in [G] on a pair
of wings, and [D] I would, I [A] would fly. _
[Em] If I [G] could only [F#] make it work in [Bm] life, and at the [D] end of every night [A] I add up the tips
[F#] that account for what might not [G] come down to a thing that [A] amounts to [F#] a life, and [G] the
sum [Em] of it all, [F#] I'm afraid. _ _
[Bm] _ It's less than [G] what I know I [D] need [F#m] to slip beneath the [F#] surface of my forgeries, where
[G] I buried [D] my hopes, [A] where sometimes [F#m] my dreams [G] still stir me [Em] and steal me [F#] away. _ _ _
[G] _ And I can still hear denim a kayak [D] call just like when we [A] were kids.
I [Em] _ [F#m] could tell you [G] all about it in [Em] a song, but Lord, [F#] I wish that I could [Bm] make it work [G] in
life _
[D] like it works [A] on paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe could [Gm] be anything [A] but words, then
I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen [G] in on a pair of wings, [D] and I would fly.
[A] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ [G] If I could only [F#] make it work [Bm] in life, _ [G] _ _ [D] Lord, [A] if I [F#m] could only [G] make it [Em] work [F#] [Bm] in life. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ I sit on [G] a piano [D] stool and [A] I make up songs [F#] for these men who come [Gm] in with dust on their
faces [A] and mud on [F#m] their boots from [G] these places that [F#] I'll never go. _ _
[Bm] _ I sleep in [G] a rented [D] bed with [A] a woman who [F#] gives me what little I get of the [G] love that we'd
like to [A] imagine is left of [G] the love that we [F#] never did know. _ _
[G] _ I slip out and scrabble a note that [D] reads like a million [E] bucks. _ _
[Em] _ It's a [G] four-signed nickel for my dime store [Em] fee, but it sure [F#] reads good, and if I [Bm] could
make it work in [G] _ _ life [D] like it works on [A] paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe _ could [Gm] be anything
[A] but words, then I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen in [G] on a pair
of wings, and [D] I would, I [A] would fly. _
[Em] If I [G] could only [F#] make it work in [Bm] life, and at the [D] end of every night [A] I add up the tips
[F#] that account for what might not [G] come down to a thing that [A] amounts to [F#] a life, and [G] the
sum [Em] of it all, [F#] I'm afraid. _ _
[Bm] _ It's less than [G] what I know I [D] need [F#m] to slip beneath the [F#] surface of my forgeries, where
[G] I buried [D] my hopes, [A] where sometimes [F#m] my dreams [G] still stir me [Em] and steal me [F#] away. _ _ _
[G] _ And I can still hear denim a kayak [D] call just like when we [A] were kids.
I [Em] _ [F#m] could tell you [G] all about it in [Em] a song, but Lord, [F#] I wish that I could [Bm] make it work [G] in
life _
[D] like it works [A] on paper, if [A#] the love that I [F] describe could [Gm] be anything [A] but words, then
I [Bm] would wipe my eyes, [G] I'd drive a sink, [Bm] I'd trade my pen [G] in on a pair of wings, [D] and I would fly.
[A] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ [G] If I could only [F#] make it work [Bm] in life, _ [G] _ _ [D] Lord, [A] if I [F#m] could only [G] make it [Em] work [F#] [Bm] in life. _ _ _ _ _ _
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