Mr. Misunderstood Chords by Eric Church
Tempo:
128.45 bpm
Chords used:
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C
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [G] [C]
[G] [C] [G]
Hey, that wicked in your high-top shoes, [C] sittin' in the back of the class, eyes just like you.
[G] Always left out, never fit in, [C] on the night path you're walkin' in.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood,
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood.
[G] Your buddies get their rocks off on top for the radio, [C] but you love your daddy's vinyl.
Old-time [G] rockin', ever sky-steady, Ray Wiley, her [C] buddin' think Jeff Tweedy.
It's one bad [G] mother, Mr.
Misunderstood, [C]
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood.
One [D] day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the [C] band, guitar hero [G] with lightning hands.
The [D] girls will like your tattoos, the veins in your arms, [C] they'll be helpless to [G] your musical charms.
Then they'll all hold up [C] their hands, [G] they'll all wanna [C] dance.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood, [G] Mr.
[C]
Misunderstood.
[G] First time I met Alabama hatter, I was skinny as a rattle.
Redhead tied up in a blue bandana, she was hotter than a devil's hair.
[D] [G] She turned me on to back porch pickers, Jackson, Pollock and Jim.
Her daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy to [C] loan for a ten.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood, [G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood.
[G] I had a [D] nasty grind, so off I [G] went, [C] mad at the sun for [G] comin' up again.
[D] I lost religion, found my soul in the blues, [C] rubbed that velvet off [G] my blue suede shoes.
Everybody held up [C] their hands, [G] every soul on Beale Street [C] danced.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood,
[G] Mr.
Misunderstood.
So I went with it [C] like a cold on my plumber, [G] threw the glass behind my rear view.
To the left went a [C] whirlwind, right down [G] 16th [C] Avenue.
[G]
They were firein', I played on, led you there to search the state and county fair.
[N] Hey, Jackson, Pollock, and Jim.
[G] [C] [G]
Hey, that wicked in your high-top shoes, [C] sittin' in the back of the class, eyes just like you.
[G] Always left out, never fit in, [C] on the night path you're walkin' in.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood,
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood.
[G] Your buddies get their rocks off on top for the radio, [C] but you love your daddy's vinyl.
Old-time [G] rockin', ever sky-steady, Ray Wiley, her [C] buddin' think Jeff Tweedy.
It's one bad [G] mother, Mr.
Misunderstood, [C]
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood.
One [D] day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the [C] band, guitar hero [G] with lightning hands.
The [D] girls will like your tattoos, the veins in your arms, [C] they'll be helpless to [G] your musical charms.
Then they'll all hold up [C] their hands, [G] they'll all wanna [C] dance.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood, [G] Mr.
[C]
Misunderstood.
[G] First time I met Alabama hatter, I was skinny as a rattle.
Redhead tied up in a blue bandana, she was hotter than a devil's hair.
[D] [G] She turned me on to back porch pickers, Jackson, Pollock and Jim.
Her daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy to [C] loan for a ten.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood, [G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood.
[G] I had a [D] nasty grind, so off I [G] went, [C] mad at the sun for [G] comin' up again.
[D] I lost religion, found my soul in the blues, [C] rubbed that velvet off [G] my blue suede shoes.
Everybody held up [C] their hands, [G] every soul on Beale Street [C] danced.
[G] Mr.
[C] Misunderstood,
[G] Mr.
Misunderstood.
So I went with it [C] like a cold on my plumber, [G] threw the glass behind my rear view.
To the left went a [C] whirlwind, right down [G] 16th [C] Avenue.
[G]
They were firein', I played on, led you there to search the state and county fair.
[N] Hey, Jackson, Pollock, and Jim.
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_ _ _ Hey, that wicked in your high-top shoes, [C] sittin' in the back of the class, eyes just like you.
[G] Always left out, never fit in, [C] on the night path you're walkin' in.
[G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood, _
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ [C] Misunderstood.
_ [G] Your buddies get their rocks off on top for the radio, [C] but you love your daddy's vinyl.
Old-time _ [G] rockin', ever sky-steady, Ray Wiley, her [C] buddin' think Jeff Tweedy.
It's one bad [G] mother, Mr.
_ Misunderstood, [C] _
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood. _
_ One [D] day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the [C] band, guitar hero [G] with lightning hands.
The [D] girls will like your tattoos, the veins in your arms, [C] they'll be helpless to [G] your musical charms.
Then they'll all hold up [C] their hands, _ _ [G] they'll all wanna [C] dance.
_ _ _ [G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood, _ _ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ [C]
Misunderstood.
_ _ [G] _ First time I met Alabama hatter, I was skinny as a rattle.
_ _ _ Redhead tied up in a blue bandana, she was hotter than a devil's hair.
_ [D] _ [G] _ She turned me on to back porch pickers, Jackson, Pollock and Jim.
_ _ Her daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy to [C] loan for a ten.
[G] Mr.
_ _ [C] Misunderstood, _ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ [C] Misunderstood.
_ [G] I had a [D] nasty grind, so off I [G] went, [C] mad at the sun for [G] comin' up again.
_ [D] I lost religion, found my soul in the blues, [C] rubbed that velvet off [G] my blue suede shoes.
Everybody held up [C] their hands, _ [G] every soul on Beale Street [C] danced.
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood, _
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ Misunderstood.
_ _ So I went with it [C] like a cold on my plumber, [G] threw the glass behind my rear view. _
_ To the left went a [C] whirlwind, right down [G] _ 16th [C] Avenue.
_ _ [G] _
They were firein', I played on, led you there to search the state and county fair.
_ [N] Hey, Jackson, Pollock, and Jim.
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_ _ _ Hey, that wicked in your high-top shoes, [C] sittin' in the back of the class, eyes just like you.
[G] Always left out, never fit in, [C] on the night path you're walkin' in.
[G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood, _
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ [C] Misunderstood.
_ [G] Your buddies get their rocks off on top for the radio, [C] but you love your daddy's vinyl.
Old-time _ [G] rockin', ever sky-steady, Ray Wiley, her [C] buddin' think Jeff Tweedy.
It's one bad [G] mother, Mr.
_ Misunderstood, [C] _
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood. _
_ One [D] day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the [C] band, guitar hero [G] with lightning hands.
The [D] girls will like your tattoos, the veins in your arms, [C] they'll be helpless to [G] your musical charms.
Then they'll all hold up [C] their hands, _ _ [G] they'll all wanna [C] dance.
_ _ _ [G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood, _ _ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ [C]
Misunderstood.
_ _ [G] _ First time I met Alabama hatter, I was skinny as a rattle.
_ _ _ Redhead tied up in a blue bandana, she was hotter than a devil's hair.
_ [D] _ [G] _ She turned me on to back porch pickers, Jackson, Pollock and Jim.
_ _ Her daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy to [C] loan for a ten.
[G] Mr.
_ _ [C] Misunderstood, _ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ [C] Misunderstood.
_ [G] I had a [D] nasty grind, so off I [G] went, [C] mad at the sun for [G] comin' up again.
_ [D] I lost religion, found my soul in the blues, [C] rubbed that velvet off [G] my blue suede shoes.
Everybody held up [C] their hands, _ [G] every soul on Beale Street [C] danced.
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ [C] Misunderstood, _
_ _ [G] Mr.
_ _ Misunderstood.
_ _ So I went with it [C] like a cold on my plumber, [G] threw the glass behind my rear view. _
_ To the left went a [C] whirlwind, right down [G] _ 16th [C] Avenue.
_ _ [G] _
They were firein', I played on, led you there to search the state and county fair.
_ [N] Hey, Jackson, Pollock, and Jim.
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