Chords for Kitty Macfarlane - Seventeen - Songs From The Shed session
Tempo:
86.325 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Db
Fm
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] This is a song I wrote about a couple of weeks before my 18th birthday when we were all just
about to go off to different parts of the country with all my friends from school.
Some of my friends were going to the army, which I was really upset about at the time,
and other people were going all around the country, different towns and cities, so it
was all a bit
no one knew we were ever going to have a child.
So this is called Seventeen.
[Eb] [Db]
[Fm] The
[F] [Db]
[Fm] tops of the [Ab] trees grow taller than me, the table we built grow [Eb] lichen and wheat.
[Ab] I see the sun and the mountains [Eb] come and go, I've [Ab] seen mines grow.
No [Fm] one here [Ab] knows what [Eb] we're all going to do, [Fm] but in five months' [Ab] time they'll be fighting for you.
He's too young to know how to choose, but hey, I'm too young to vote, but that'll change too.
They say it's [Eb] nice to [Fm] celebrate ends, [Eb] but it can be hard to [Fm] recognise them.
And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in my [Fm] eyes when I see [Eb] it's going to be them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Fm] not me.
[Eb] [Db]
[F] [Db]
[Fm] And I don't know about the force [Eb] of the moon on the tide,
[Fm] and I know nothing about [Ab] what [Eb] holds the earth in the skies, [Db] but I don't need to.
Seventeen.
[Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate ends, but it can be hard to recognise them.
And the wind whips up mirrors in my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to be [Eb] them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Db] not me.
Suddenly [Eb] we're in our cities, [Db] remembering our days.
[Eb] Our pictures are dancing, [Db]
your shoulders [Eb] are shaking, like [F] everyone else.
[Db]
[Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate [Db] ends, [Ab] but it can be hard to [Eb] recognise them.
[Ab] And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in [Db] my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to be them, not [Fm] me.
It's going to be [Eb] them, [Db] not me.
[Ab]
about to go off to different parts of the country with all my friends from school.
Some of my friends were going to the army, which I was really upset about at the time,
and other people were going all around the country, different towns and cities, so it
was all a bit
no one knew we were ever going to have a child.
So this is called Seventeen.
[Eb] [Db]
[Fm] The
[F] [Db]
[Fm] tops of the [Ab] trees grow taller than me, the table we built grow [Eb] lichen and wheat.
[Ab] I see the sun and the mountains [Eb] come and go, I've [Ab] seen mines grow.
No [Fm] one here [Ab] knows what [Eb] we're all going to do, [Fm] but in five months' [Ab] time they'll be fighting for you.
He's too young to know how to choose, but hey, I'm too young to vote, but that'll change too.
They say it's [Eb] nice to [Fm] celebrate ends, [Eb] but it can be hard to [Fm] recognise them.
And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in my [Fm] eyes when I see [Eb] it's going to be them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Fm] not me.
[Eb] [Db]
[F] [Db]
[Fm] And I don't know about the force [Eb] of the moon on the tide,
[Fm] and I know nothing about [Ab] what [Eb] holds the earth in the skies, [Db] but I don't need to.
Seventeen.
[Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate ends, but it can be hard to recognise them.
And the wind whips up mirrors in my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to be [Eb] them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Db] not me.
Suddenly [Eb] we're in our cities, [Db] remembering our days.
[Eb] Our pictures are dancing, [Db]
your shoulders [Eb] are shaking, like [F] everyone else.
[Db]
[Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate [Db] ends, [Ab] but it can be hard to [Eb] recognise them.
[Ab] And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in [Db] my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to be them, not [Fm] me.
It's going to be [Eb] them, [Db] not me.
[Ab]
Key:
Eb
Ab
Db
Fm
F
Eb
Ab
Db
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[A] This is a song I wrote about a couple of weeks before my 18th birthday when we were all just
about to go off to different parts of the country with all my friends from school.
Some of my friends were going to the army, which I was really upset about at the time,
and other people were going all around the country, different towns and cities, so it
was all a bit_
no one knew we were ever going to have a child.
So this is called Seventeen. _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] The _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ tops of the [Ab] trees grow taller than me, the table we built grow [Eb] lichen and wheat.
[Ab] I see the sun and the mountains [Eb] come and go, I've [Ab] seen mines grow.
No _ _ _ [Fm] one here [Ab] knows what [Eb] we're all going to do, [Fm] but in five months' [Ab] time they'll be fighting for you.
He's too young to know how to choose, but hey, I'm too young to vote, but that'll change too.
They say it's [Eb] nice to [Fm] celebrate ends, [Eb] but it can be hard to [Fm] recognise them.
_ And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in my [Fm] eyes when I see [Eb] it's going to be them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Fm] not me. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] And I don't know about the force [Eb] of the moon on the tide,
[Fm] and I know nothing about [Ab] what [Eb] holds the earth in the skies, [Db] but I don't need to.
_ _ _ Seventeen. _
_ _ [Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate ends, but it can be hard to recognise them.
And the wind whips up mirrors in my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to be [Eb] them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Db] not me.
Suddenly [Eb] we're in our cities, _ _ _ [Db] remembering our days.
_ _ [Eb] Our pictures are dancing, _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ your shoulders [Eb] are shaking, _ _ like [F] everyone else.
[Db] _ _
[Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate [Db] ends, [Ab] but it can be hard to [Eb] recognise them.
[Ab] And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in [Db] my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to be them, not [Fm] me.
It's going to be [Eb] them, [Db] not me.
_ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] This is a song I wrote about a couple of weeks before my 18th birthday when we were all just
about to go off to different parts of the country with all my friends from school.
Some of my friends were going to the army, which I was really upset about at the time,
and other people were going all around the country, different towns and cities, so it
was all a bit_
no one knew we were ever going to have a child.
So this is called Seventeen. _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] The _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ tops of the [Ab] trees grow taller than me, the table we built grow [Eb] lichen and wheat.
[Ab] I see the sun and the mountains [Eb] come and go, I've [Ab] seen mines grow.
No _ _ _ [Fm] one here [Ab] knows what [Eb] we're all going to do, [Fm] but in five months' [Ab] time they'll be fighting for you.
He's too young to know how to choose, but hey, I'm too young to vote, but that'll change too.
They say it's [Eb] nice to [Fm] celebrate ends, [Eb] but it can be hard to [Fm] recognise them.
_ And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in my [Fm] eyes when I see [Eb] it's going to be them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Fm] not me. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] And I don't know about the force [Eb] of the moon on the tide,
[Fm] and I know nothing about [Ab] what [Eb] holds the earth in the skies, [Db] but I don't need to.
_ _ _ Seventeen. _
_ _ [Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate ends, but it can be hard to recognise them.
And the wind whips up mirrors in my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to be [Eb] them, not me.
It's going to be them, [Db] not me.
Suddenly [Eb] we're in our cities, _ _ _ [Db] remembering our days.
_ _ [Eb] Our pictures are dancing, _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ _ your shoulders [Eb] are shaking, _ _ like [F] everyone else.
[Db] _ _
[Ab] They say it's [Eb] nice to celebrate [Db] ends, [Ab] but it can be hard to [Eb] recognise them.
[Ab] And the [Eb] wind whips up mirrors in [Db] my eyes when I [Ab] see it's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to [Eb] be them, not me.
It's going to be them, not [Fm] me.
It's going to be [Eb] them, [Db] not me.
_ _ [Ab] _ _