Chords for Mark Heard - 3 - Worry Too Much - Second Hand (1991)
Tempo:
120 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
E
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[Am]
It's a demolition derby, it's a sport of the hunt, it's a proud [G] driving full [D] war dance,
it's a slow smile that [A] the bully gives the runt, it's a force of inertia, it's a lack
of constraint, it's the children [G] out playing in the rock garden all dolled up in [A] black
hats and wall paints,
[E] sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my hands.
[Am] [Em] Oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much, [Em] oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody
told me [G] that I worry too [A] much.
[Am] [A]
Oh, [A]
they see sandpaper eyes, the way they rub the luster from what is seen, it's the
way we [G] tell ourselves that [D] all these things are [G] normal till we [A] can't remember what we
mean, it's the flicker of our flames, it's the friction born of living, it's the way
we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and heave our [G] smoking guns into the river, [E] and sometimes it feels
like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my [A] hands.
[E] Oh, I worry [A] too much, [E] oh, worry [A] too much, [E] oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told me [G] that
I worry too
[A] [G] much.
[E] [A]
[G] [Am]
[G] [E]
[Am]
It's a [A] quick step march on history, the vanity of [Am] nations, [A]
it's the way [G] there'll be no muffled
[D] drums to mark the [G] passage of [A] my generation, it's the children of my children, it's the
lamb born in innocence, it's wondering [D] if the good I know will last to [G] be seen by the
[A] eyes of the little ones,
[E] sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my hands.
[Am] [Em] Oh, [G] I worry [A] too much, [E] oh, worry [G] [Am] too much, [Em] oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told [G] me that
I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, [G] I worry [A] too much, [Em] oh, worry too [A] much, [Em] oh, worry [A] too much, [Em] somebody told [G] me that
I worry too [A] [G] much.
[Em] [A] I [E] [A]
[D] [A] worry too [G] much.
[Em] [A]
[Am] [A]
[Am]
It's a demolition derby, it's a sport of the hunt, it's a proud [G] driving full [D] war dance,
it's a slow smile that [A] the bully gives the runt, it's a force of inertia, it's a lack
of constraint, it's the children [G] out playing in the rock garden all dolled up in [A] black
hats and wall paints,
[E] sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my hands.
[Am] [Em] Oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much, [Em] oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody
told me [G] that I worry too [A] much.
[Am] [A]
Oh, [A]
they see sandpaper eyes, the way they rub the luster from what is seen, it's the
way we [G] tell ourselves that [D] all these things are [G] normal till we [A] can't remember what we
mean, it's the flicker of our flames, it's the friction born of living, it's the way
we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and heave our [G] smoking guns into the river, [E] and sometimes it feels
like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my [A] hands.
[E] Oh, I worry [A] too much, [E] oh, worry [A] too much, [E] oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told me [G] that
I worry too
[A] [G] much.
[E] [A]
[G] [Am]
[G] [E]
[Am]
It's a [A] quick step march on history, the vanity of [Am] nations, [A]
it's the way [G] there'll be no muffled
[D] drums to mark the [G] passage of [A] my generation, it's the children of my children, it's the
lamb born in innocence, it's wondering [D] if the good I know will last to [G] be seen by the
[A] eyes of the little ones,
[E] sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my hands.
[Am] [Em] Oh, [G] I worry [A] too much, [E] oh, worry [G] [Am] too much, [Em] oh, [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told [G] me that
I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, [G] I worry [A] too much, [Em] oh, worry too [A] much, [Em] oh, worry [A] too much, [Em] somebody told [G] me that
I worry too [A] [G] much.
[Em] [A] I [E] [A]
[D] [A] worry too [G] much.
[Em] [A]
[Am] [A]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
It's a demolition derby, _ _ it's a sport of the hunt, _ _ _ it's a proud [G] driving full [D] war dance,
it's a slow smile that [A] the bully gives the runt, _ _ _ it's a force of inertia, _ _ _ it's a lack
of constraint, _ _ _ it's the children [G] out playing in the rock garden all dolled up in [A] black
hats and wall paints, _ _ _
[E] _ sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my _ hands. _ _
[Am] _ _ [Em] Oh, [G] worry [A] too much, _ [E] somebody told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much, [Em] oh, _ [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody
told me [G] that I worry too [A] much.
_ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _
Oh, _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
they see sandpaper _ eyes, _ the way they rub the luster from what is seen, it's the
way we [G] tell ourselves that [D] all these things are [G] normal till we [A] can't remember what we
mean, _ _ _ it's the flicker of our _ flames, _ it's the friction born of living, _ _ _ it's the way
we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and heave our [G] smoking guns into the river, _ _ _ _ _ [E] and sometimes it feels
like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my _ _ _ _ [A] hands.
[E] Oh, I worry [A] too much, [E] oh, _ worry [A] too much, [E] oh, _ [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told me [G] that
I worry too _
[A] _ [G] much.
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a [A] quick step march on history, _ _ the vanity of [Am] nations, _ [A] _
it's the way [G] there'll be no muffled
[D] drums to mark the [G] passage of [A] my generation, _ _ _ _ _ it's the children of my children, _ _ it's the
lamb born in innocence, _ it's wondering [D] if the good I know will last to [G] be seen by the
[A] eyes of the little ones, _ _ _
[E] _ sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my hands. _ _ _ _
[Am] _ [Em] Oh, _ [G] I worry [A] too much, _ [E] oh, worry [G] _ [Am] too much, [Em] oh, _ [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told [G] me that
I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, [G] I worry [A] too much, [Em] oh, _ worry too [A] much, [Em] oh, _ worry [A] too much, [Em] somebody told [G] me that
I worry too [A] _ _ [G] much.
[Em] _ _ [A] I _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] worry too [G] much.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
It's a demolition derby, _ _ it's a sport of the hunt, _ _ _ it's a proud [G] driving full [D] war dance,
it's a slow smile that [A] the bully gives the runt, _ _ _ it's a force of inertia, _ _ _ it's a lack
of constraint, _ _ _ it's the children [G] out playing in the rock garden all dolled up in [A] black
hats and wall paints, _ _ _
[E] _ sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my _ hands. _ _
[Am] _ _ [Em] Oh, [G] worry [A] too much, _ [E] somebody told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much, [Em] oh, _ [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody
told me [G] that I worry too [A] much.
_ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _
Oh, _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
they see sandpaper _ eyes, _ the way they rub the luster from what is seen, it's the
way we [G] tell ourselves that [D] all these things are [G] normal till we [A] can't remember what we
mean, _ _ _ it's the flicker of our _ flames, _ it's the friction born of living, _ _ _ it's the way
we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and heave our [G] smoking guns into the river, _ _ _ _ _ [E] and sometimes it feels
like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my _ _ _ _ [A] hands.
[E] Oh, I worry [A] too much, [E] oh, _ worry [A] too much, [E] oh, _ [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told me [G] that
I worry too _
[A] _ [G] much.
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's a [A] quick step march on history, _ _ the vanity of [Am] nations, _ [A] _
it's the way [G] there'll be no muffled
[D] drums to mark the [G] passage of [A] my generation, _ _ _ _ _ it's the children of my children, _ _ it's the
lamb born in innocence, _ it's wondering [D] if the good I know will last to [G] be seen by the
[A] eyes of the little ones, _ _ _
[E] _ sometimes it feels like bars of steel, I cannot bend with my hands. _ _ _ _
[Am] _ [Em] Oh, _ [G] I worry [A] too much, _ [E] oh, worry [G] _ [Am] too much, [Em] oh, _ [G] worry [A] too much, [E] somebody told [G] me that
I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, [G] I worry [A] too much, [Em] oh, _ worry too [A] much, [Em] oh, _ worry [A] too much, [Em] somebody told [G] me that
I worry too [A] _ _ [G] much.
[Em] _ _ [A] I _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] worry too [G] much.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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