Chords for Kinky Friedman - My Shit's Fucked Up - Live at McCabe's
Tempo:
155.85 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
F
C
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is a song written by a friend of mine and many of you, I believe, are friends or fans of his.
And that is Warren Zivon.
And the song is, you know, for the sake of television and radio and newspapers, my bleeps bleeped up.
It's not a song about a guy who's dying of cancer.
It is a visionary song in my mind.
It is a song that almost perfectly describes the state of our country and our world today.
I [F]
[C]
[F] [G] [F] [A] [Bb]
[G] [F] [C]
[D]
went to the doctor, said I'm feeling kind of rough.
He said, let me [Bb] break it to you, son.
[A] [Gm] Your shit's [D] fucked up.
I said, my shit's fucked up.
Well, [G] I don't see how.
[D]
He said, the shit [Bb] that used to work, [D] [G] it won't work [D]
now.
[F]
[Cm] [A] [G] [F]
[A] [Bb] [F]
[C] [G]
[D]
[G] I had a [D] dream.
Aw shucks, oh well.
Now it's [Bb] all fucked up.
[C] [G]
[D] It's shot to hell.
Yeah, [G] yeah, [D] my shit's fucked [G] [F] up.
[C] Has to happen to [D] the best of us.
[C] Rich folks suffer [D] like the rest of us.
It'll happen to you.
[G] [F] [D]
[E]
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] Well, amazing [D] grace sort of passed you by.
[Gm] Now you wake up [Bb] every day [A] [G] and you [D] start to cry.
You want to die, but you just can't quit.
Let me [G] break [Bb] it on down.
[G] [D] It's the fucked up shit.
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[D] [F] [C]
[Dm] [C]
[G] [D] My [C] God.
[D] [G] [F] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[Am] [Dm]
[D]
[G]
[Dm]
[D]
[N]
And that is Warren Zivon.
And the song is, you know, for the sake of television and radio and newspapers, my bleeps bleeped up.
It's not a song about a guy who's dying of cancer.
It is a visionary song in my mind.
It is a song that almost perfectly describes the state of our country and our world today.
I [F]
[C]
[F] [G] [F] [A] [Bb]
[G] [F] [C]
[D]
went to the doctor, said I'm feeling kind of rough.
He said, let me [Bb] break it to you, son.
[A] [Gm] Your shit's [D] fucked up.
I said, my shit's fucked up.
Well, [G] I don't see how.
[D]
He said, the shit [Bb] that used to work, [D] [G] it won't work [D]
now.
[F]
[Cm] [A] [G] [F]
[A] [Bb] [F]
[C] [G]
[D]
[G] I had a [D] dream.
Aw shucks, oh well.
Now it's [Bb] all fucked up.
[C] [G]
[D] It's shot to hell.
Yeah, [G] yeah, [D] my shit's fucked [G] [F] up.
[C] Has to happen to [D] the best of us.
[C] Rich folks suffer [D] like the rest of us.
It'll happen to you.
[G] [F] [D]
[E]
[D]
[G] [D]
[G] Well, amazing [D] grace sort of passed you by.
[Gm] Now you wake up [Bb] every day [A] [G] and you [D] start to cry.
You want to die, but you just can't quit.
Let me [G] break [Bb] it on down.
[G] [D] It's the fucked up shit.
[G] [Am] [C] [G]
[D] [F] [C]
[Dm] [C]
[G] [D] My [C] God.
[D] [G] [F] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[Am] [Dm]
[D]
[G]
[Dm]
[D]
[N]
Key:
D
G
F
C
Bb
D
G
F
_ _ _ This is a song written by a friend of _ _ mine and _ many of you, I believe, are friends or fans of his.
_ _ _ And that is _ Warren Zivon.
And the song is, _ _ _ you know, for the sake of television and radio and newspapers, my bleeps bleeped up. _ _ _
_ _ It's not a song about a guy who's dying of cancer.
It is a visionary song in my mind.
_ _ It is a song that _ almost perfectly describes the state of our country and our world today. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ [G] _ [F] _ _ [A] _ [Bb] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ went to the doctor, _ _ _ said I'm feeling kind of rough. _ _
_ He said, let me [Bb] break it to you, son. _
[A] _ [Gm] _ _ Your shit's [D] fucked up.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I said, my shit's fucked up. _ _
_ Well, [G] I don't see how.
[D] _ _
_ _ He said, the shit [Bb] that used to work, [D] _ [G] _ _ it won't work [D]
now.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _ [F] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I had a [D] dream.
_ _ _ Aw shucks, oh well.
_ _ _ Now it's [Bb] all fucked up.
_ [C] _ [G] _ _
[D] It's shot to hell. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, [G] _ yeah, [D] my shit's fucked [G] [F] up.
[C] Has to happen to [D] the best of us.
[C] Rich folks suffer [D] like the rest of us.
It'll happen to you.
_ _ [G] _ [F] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Well, amazing [D] grace _ _ sort of passed you by. _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] Now you wake up [Bb] every day [A] _ [G] and you [D] start to cry. _ _ _ _ _ _
You want to die, _ _ _ but you just can't quit. _ _
_ Let me [G] break [Bb] it on down. _
[G] _ _ [D] It's the fucked up shit. _
_ _ [G] _ [Am] _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ My [C] God.
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [F] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And that is _ Warren Zivon.
And the song is, _ _ _ you know, for the sake of television and radio and newspapers, my bleeps bleeped up. _ _ _
_ _ It's not a song about a guy who's dying of cancer.
It is a visionary song in my mind.
_ _ It is a song that _ almost perfectly describes the state of our country and our world today. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ [G] _ [F] _ _ [A] _ [Bb] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ went to the doctor, _ _ _ said I'm feeling kind of rough. _ _
_ He said, let me [Bb] break it to you, son. _
[A] _ [Gm] _ _ Your shit's [D] fucked up.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I said, my shit's fucked up. _ _
_ Well, [G] I don't see how.
[D] _ _
_ _ He said, the shit [Bb] that used to work, [D] _ [G] _ _ it won't work [D]
now.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _ [F] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I had a [D] dream.
_ _ _ Aw shucks, oh well.
_ _ _ Now it's [Bb] all fucked up.
_ [C] _ [G] _ _
[D] It's shot to hell. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah, [G] _ yeah, [D] my shit's fucked [G] [F] up.
[C] Has to happen to [D] the best of us.
[C] Rich folks suffer [D] like the rest of us.
It'll happen to you.
_ _ [G] _ [F] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Well, amazing [D] grace _ _ sort of passed you by. _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] Now you wake up [Bb] every day [A] _ [G] and you [D] start to cry. _ _ _ _ _ _
You want to die, _ _ _ but you just can't quit. _ _
_ Let me [G] break [Bb] it on down. _
[G] _ _ [D] It's the fucked up shit. _
_ _ [G] _ [Am] _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ My [C] God.
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [F] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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