Chords for Pacemaker - Jamie T.
Tempo:
83 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Ab
Em
Dbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Oh
[D] [E] [Ab]
[E] [Ab]
[E] [A] [E] [A]
[E] [Ab]
[A] [Ab] [A]
[E] White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car
Well there's nothing I [A] thought she won't [E] understand
Shoes on the [A] cigarette and salt blah [E] blah
Bloody of the yoga dog
Cluck down on the car
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small [A] but it's gonna get [E] bigger
By the end of this [A] letter it may [E] all be better
[A]
[Dbm] But she's always [E] asking with a who, where and [Em] how
The girls say [E] ooh la la
Well if I had another chance do it differently
Now when the girls say ooh la la la la la la la
Half a jump out of the square
[Ab] Where the crack pipe [E] reek
In your dark [Ab] damp flat the ceilings [E] leak
You fell in love in your first night chatting
Got so bored she never stopped speaking
Sitter this son, [Ab] one of bad [E] behaviour
Keeping all her [Ab] freebies delivering the [E] pay
Cause she's a tripper, straight down fake
Cause I'm a you'll never get nowhere
Cause I'm a fake mate
She's got money running, running in her heart
She pleases me, oh she's easy on the eyes
So I'm saying, today I'll meet a good young [Em] guy
You feel okay, [A] it's been a rag good [E] day
I wanna ask [A] questions but I don't mean [E] pry
How did you get to where you're going to
Before you came slowly moseying through this bar
You started your race, Johnny [A] Cockaroo
Wants his [E] money, better give up the [A] money
He's a fruit and nut bar
[Db] I'm serious, [Dbm] he's a nut bar
Gotta see the [E] cheeky coughing up lungs in the back
Says stop or you're gonna die young
We haven't even started to do what I've done
You young girl listen, you just carry on
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung
Yeah grips on, [E] why, cause you're always drunken
We're not cutting, it's just skibby slunkin'
Hum drum drum drum like fast iron
Mr Skin [A] stumbling, old [E] Rocky
And [A] trespassers on the private [E] property
Remember back then it was the Randa banter
Young sons watch [Ab] their young pa's get [E] cancer
And vagabond [A] sad, crying out for [E] Anista
Mr so [Ab] much, he went and janked the [E] blue
Sing along Sam, it's a song about you
And we all went out and we got pissed off
[A] I
[E] don't wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well I'm more likely to pick up and run
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Ah fuck, he's a right big cunt but I'll knock him off Fuck that
[D] [E] [Ab]
[E] [Ab]
[E] [A] [E] [A]
[E] [Ab]
[A] [Ab] [A]
[E] White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car
Well there's nothing I [A] thought she won't [E] understand
Shoes on the [A] cigarette and salt blah [E] blah
Bloody of the yoga dog
Cluck down on the car
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small [A] but it's gonna get [E] bigger
By the end of this [A] letter it may [E] all be better
[A]
[Dbm] But she's always [E] asking with a who, where and [Em] how
The girls say [E] ooh la la
Well if I had another chance do it differently
Now when the girls say ooh la la la la la la la
Half a jump out of the square
[Ab] Where the crack pipe [E] reek
In your dark [Ab] damp flat the ceilings [E] leak
You fell in love in your first night chatting
Got so bored she never stopped speaking
Sitter this son, [Ab] one of bad [E] behaviour
Keeping all her [Ab] freebies delivering the [E] pay
Cause she's a tripper, straight down fake
Cause I'm a you'll never get nowhere
Cause I'm a fake mate
She's got money running, running in her heart
She pleases me, oh she's easy on the eyes
So I'm saying, today I'll meet a good young [Em] guy
You feel okay, [A] it's been a rag good [E] day
I wanna ask [A] questions but I don't mean [E] pry
How did you get to where you're going to
Before you came slowly moseying through this bar
You started your race, Johnny [A] Cockaroo
Wants his [E] money, better give up the [A] money
He's a fruit and nut bar
[Db] I'm serious, [Dbm] he's a nut bar
Gotta see the [E] cheeky coughing up lungs in the back
Says stop or you're gonna die young
We haven't even started to do what I've done
You young girl listen, you just carry on
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung
Yeah grips on, [E] why, cause you're always drunken
We're not cutting, it's just skibby slunkin'
Hum drum drum drum like fast iron
Mr Skin [A] stumbling, old [E] Rocky
And [A] trespassers on the private [E] property
Remember back then it was the Randa banter
Young sons watch [Ab] their young pa's get [E] cancer
And vagabond [A] sad, crying out for [E] Anista
Mr so [Ab] much, he went and janked the [E] blue
Sing along Sam, it's a song about you
And we all went out and we got pissed off
[A] I
[E] don't wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well I'm more likely to pick up and run
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Ah fuck, he's a right big cunt but I'll knock him off Fuck that
Key:
E
A
Ab
Em
Dbm
E
A
Ab
[E] Oh
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Ab] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ [A] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car
Well there's nothing I [A] thought she won't [E] understand
Shoes on the [A] cigarette and salt blah [E] blah
Bloody of the yoga dog
Cluck down on the car
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small [A] but it's gonna get [E] bigger
By the end of this [A] letter it may [E] all be better
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Dbm] But she's always [E] asking with a who, where and [Em] how
The girls say [E] ooh la la
Well if I had another chance do it differently
Now when the girls say ooh la la la la la la la
Half a jump out of the square
[Ab] Where the crack pipe [E] reek
In your dark [Ab] damp flat the ceilings [E] leak
You fell in love in your first night chatting
Got so bored she never stopped speaking
Sitter this son, [Ab] one of bad [E] behaviour
Keeping all her [Ab] freebies delivering the [E] pay
Cause she's a tripper, straight down fake
Cause I'm a you'll never get nowhere
Cause I'm a fake mate
_ She's got money running, running in her heart
She pleases me, oh she's easy on the eyes
So I'm saying, today I'll meet a good young [Em] guy
You feel okay, [A] it's been a rag good [E] day
I wanna ask [A] questions but I don't mean [E] pry
How did you get to where you're going to
Before you came slowly moseying through this bar
You started your race, Johnny [A] Cockaroo
Wants his [E] money, better give up the [A] money
He's a fruit and nut bar
_ [Db] _ _ I'm serious, [Dbm] he's a nut bar
Gotta see the [E] cheeky coughing up lungs in the back
Says stop or you're gonna die young
We haven't even started to do what I've done
You young girl listen, you just carry on
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung
Yeah grips on, [E] why, cause you're always drunken
We're not cutting, it's just skibby slunkin'
Hum drum drum drum like fast iron
Mr Skin [A] stumbling, old [E] Rocky
And [A] trespassers on the private [E] property
Remember back then it was the Randa banter
Young sons watch [Ab] their young pa's get [E] cancer
And vagabond [A] sad, crying out for [E] Anista
Mr so [Ab] much, he went and janked the [E] blue
Sing along Sam, it's a song about you
And we all went out and we got pissed off
[A] I _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] don't wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well I'm more likely to pick up and run
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Ah fuck, he's a right big cunt but I'll knock him off Fuck that
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Ab] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ [A] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car
Well there's nothing I [A] thought she won't [E] understand
Shoes on the [A] cigarette and salt blah [E] blah
Bloody of the yoga dog
Cluck down on the car
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small [A] but it's gonna get [E] bigger
By the end of this [A] letter it may [E] all be better
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[Dbm] But she's always [E] asking with a who, where and [Em] how
The girls say [E] ooh la la
Well if I had another chance do it differently
Now when the girls say ooh la la la la la la la
Half a jump out of the square
[Ab] Where the crack pipe [E] reek
In your dark [Ab] damp flat the ceilings [E] leak
You fell in love in your first night chatting
Got so bored she never stopped speaking
Sitter this son, [Ab] one of bad [E] behaviour
Keeping all her [Ab] freebies delivering the [E] pay
Cause she's a tripper, straight down fake
Cause I'm a you'll never get nowhere
Cause I'm a fake mate
_ She's got money running, running in her heart
She pleases me, oh she's easy on the eyes
So I'm saying, today I'll meet a good young [Em] guy
You feel okay, [A] it's been a rag good [E] day
I wanna ask [A] questions but I don't mean [E] pry
How did you get to where you're going to
Before you came slowly moseying through this bar
You started your race, Johnny [A] Cockaroo
Wants his [E] money, better give up the [A] money
He's a fruit and nut bar
_ [Db] _ _ I'm serious, [Dbm] he's a nut bar
Gotta see the [E] cheeky coughing up lungs in the back
Says stop or you're gonna die young
We haven't even started to do what I've done
You young girl listen, you just carry on
We heard it before when your song got [Em] sung
Yeah grips on, [E] why, cause you're always drunken
We're not cutting, it's just skibby slunkin'
Hum drum drum drum like fast iron
Mr Skin [A] stumbling, old [E] Rocky
And [A] trespassers on the private [E] property
Remember back then it was the Randa banter
Young sons watch [Ab] their young pa's get [E] cancer
And vagabond [A] sad, crying out for [E] Anista
Mr so [Ab] much, he went and janked the [E] blue
Sing along Sam, it's a song about you
And we all went out and we got pissed off
[A] I _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] don't wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Well I'm more likely to pick up and run
But the fellas say, go my son, my son
Ah fuck, he's a right big cunt but I'll knock him off Fuck that