Chords for Mischief Brew - My Hometown
Tempo:
86 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [E]
[A] [D]
[A]
I was eight years old, running with [D] a dime in [E] my hand.
Love a stop, pick up a [A] paper, my [D] old man.
[A] I sit on his lap, big old music, [D] steer as we [E] drove through town.
Tassel my hair, see his heart take [A] a good [D] look around.
[A] It's your hometown.
[D] It's your [A] [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
[A] It's your [D] hometown.
[A]
Sixty-five, a dead tree was hanging over my [E] house.
There's a lot of fights between the black and white.
[A] There's nothing you [D] could do.
[A]
Calls out of light, Saturday night, in the backseat there was a [E] gun.
Words were passed, shotgun blasts, troubled times had [D] come.
To my hometown.
To my [E] hometown.
To my hometown.
To [A] my [D] hometown.
[F#] The main street's whitewashed [E] windows [A] and vacant stalls.
[F#] It's like there ain't nobody [E] who wants to [A] come down here no more.
[D] They're closing down, the ticks now mail across [A] the railroad.
For [D] Misses, these jobs are going bones [A] and they ain't coming [E] back.
[A] Hometown.
[D] It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
[A] It's your [D] hometown.
[A]
It's my mixtape, we laid in bed [D] and talked about getting [E] out.
Packing up our bags, maybe [A] heading [D] south.
[A] Thirty-five, got a boy [D] of our [E] own.
I sat him up behind the wheel and [A] said, son, take a good [D] look around.
[A] It's your hometown.
It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
It's [A] your [D] hometown.
[A] It's your hometown.
[D] It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
[A] It's your [D] hometown.
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[A]
[D] [A]
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[A]
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[D] [A]
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[A] [D]
[A]
I was eight years old, running with [D] a dime in [E] my hand.
Love a stop, pick up a [A] paper, my [D] old man.
[A] I sit on his lap, big old music, [D] steer as we [E] drove through town.
Tassel my hair, see his heart take [A] a good [D] look around.
[A] It's your hometown.
[D] It's your [A] [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
[A] It's your [D] hometown.
[A]
Sixty-five, a dead tree was hanging over my [E] house.
There's a lot of fights between the black and white.
[A] There's nothing you [D] could do.
[A]
Calls out of light, Saturday night, in the backseat there was a [E] gun.
Words were passed, shotgun blasts, troubled times had [D] come.
To my hometown.
To my [E] hometown.
To my hometown.
To [A] my [D] hometown.
[F#] The main street's whitewashed [E] windows [A] and vacant stalls.
[F#] It's like there ain't nobody [E] who wants to [A] come down here no more.
[D] They're closing down, the ticks now mail across [A] the railroad.
For [D] Misses, these jobs are going bones [A] and they ain't coming [E] back.
[A] Hometown.
[D] It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
[A] It's your [D] hometown.
[A]
It's my mixtape, we laid in bed [D] and talked about getting [E] out.
Packing up our bags, maybe [A] heading [D] south.
[A] Thirty-five, got a boy [D] of our [E] own.
I sat him up behind the wheel and [A] said, son, take a good [D] look around.
[A] It's your hometown.
It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
It's [A] your [D] hometown.
[A] It's your hometown.
[D] It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
[A] It's your [D] hometown.
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[D] [A]
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[D] [A]
[N]
Key:
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_ _ I was eight years old, running with [D] a dime in [E] my hand.
Love a stop, pick up a [A] paper, my [D] old man.
_ [A] I sit on his lap, big old music, [D] steer as we [E] drove through town.
_ Tassel my hair, see his heart take [A] a good [D] look around. _ _ _
[A] It's your hometown. _ _ _
[D] It's your [A] _ [E] hometown. _
It's your hometown. _ _ _
[A] It's your [D] hometown. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ Sixty-five, a dead tree was hanging over my _ [E] house.
_ There's a lot of fights between the black and white.
[A] There's nothing you [D] could do.
_ [A]
Calls out of light, Saturday night, in the backseat there was a [E] gun. _
Words were passed, shotgun blasts, troubled times had [D] come. _
_ To my hometown. _
_ _ To my [E] hometown.
_ To my hometown. _
_ To [A] my [D] hometown. _ _ _ _
[F#] The main street's whitewashed [E] windows [A] and vacant stalls. _ _
[F#] It's like there ain't nobody [E] who wants to [A] come down here no more. _
[D] They're closing down, the ticks now mail across [A] the railroad.
_ _ _ For [D] Misses, these jobs are going bones [A] and they ain't coming [E] back. _
_ _ _ [A] _ Hometown.
_ _ [D] It's your _ [E] hometown.
_ It's your hometown. _
_ _ [A] It's your [D] hometown. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _
It's my mixtape, we laid in bed [D] and talked about getting [E] out. _ _
Packing up our bags, maybe [A] _ heading [D] south. _ _
[A] Thirty-five, got a boy [D] of our [E] own. _
I sat him up behind the wheel and [A] said, son, take a good [D] look around. _
_ _ [A] It's your hometown.
_ _ It's your [E] hometown.
_ It's your hometown.
_ _ It's [A] your [D] hometown.
_ _ [A] It's your hometown.
_ _ _ [D] It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
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_ _ I was eight years old, running with [D] a dime in [E] my hand.
Love a stop, pick up a [A] paper, my [D] old man.
_ [A] I sit on his lap, big old music, [D] steer as we [E] drove through town.
_ Tassel my hair, see his heart take [A] a good [D] look around. _ _ _
[A] It's your hometown. _ _ _
[D] It's your [A] _ [E] hometown. _
It's your hometown. _ _ _
[A] It's your [D] hometown. _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ Sixty-five, a dead tree was hanging over my _ [E] house.
_ There's a lot of fights between the black and white.
[A] There's nothing you [D] could do.
_ [A]
Calls out of light, Saturday night, in the backseat there was a [E] gun. _
Words were passed, shotgun blasts, troubled times had [D] come. _
_ To my hometown. _
_ _ To my [E] hometown.
_ To my hometown. _
_ To [A] my [D] hometown. _ _ _ _
[F#] The main street's whitewashed [E] windows [A] and vacant stalls. _ _
[F#] It's like there ain't nobody [E] who wants to [A] come down here no more. _
[D] They're closing down, the ticks now mail across [A] the railroad.
_ _ _ For [D] Misses, these jobs are going bones [A] and they ain't coming [E] back. _
_ _ _ [A] _ Hometown.
_ _ [D] It's your _ [E] hometown.
_ It's your hometown. _
_ _ [A] It's your [D] hometown. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _
It's my mixtape, we laid in bed [D] and talked about getting [E] out. _ _
Packing up our bags, maybe [A] _ heading [D] south. _ _
[A] Thirty-five, got a boy [D] of our [E] own. _
I sat him up behind the wheel and [A] said, son, take a good [D] look around. _
_ _ [A] It's your hometown.
_ _ It's your [E] hometown.
_ It's your hometown.
_ _ It's [A] your [D] hometown.
_ _ [A] It's your hometown.
_ _ _ [D] It's your [E] hometown.
It's your hometown.
_ _ [A] It's your [D] hometown. _ _ _ _ _
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