Chords for Ripe - "Flipside" (Acoustic) Filmed live at Red Rocks
Tempo:
98.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
A
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[G] [D] [Bm]
Don't wait for me, don't wait for me, baby.
Good [A] God, so [Bm] I'm told, [F#m] pure and [G] fragile soul.
[F#] Things are seem [G] to bend [A] and break.
You seem to [Bm] uphold.
Have you lost your way?
I [F#] find it kind [G] of strange.
You [D] bitch don't do anything that's about to [Bm] unfold.
I [A] should have [B] apologized, [G] you feel what I was in on.
I was [F#] born [G] a [A] roving soul.
[B] And I [Bm] should clarify, [E] you should not [G] expect that I
wouldn't take [D] you more than half the way home.
[G] And I won't do the [D] things I do, [A] I'll best [G] give down a lot.
I'll spit the [D] bullet for [Bm] your eyes.
[G] And I'll show [E] you, mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me [Bm] gunning, so the fifth side, no.
Won't you hear me out?
You who [G] fear to drown.
I swear that the [A] water's next once you learn to [Bm] swim around.
[A] [Bm] And it's alright to die with survival on [G] your mind.
You can [D] take it step by step till you find [Bm] solid ground.
Shards written in [D] water in the [Bm] deep, God knows.
There's a certain kind of [G] peace, God knows.
There's a kind of sweet relief, God [A] knows.
You must try to see how it [Bm] goes.
[Am] Until you face [Bm] your fear.
How are you supposed [G] to grow?
To [A] find joy in the world you don't know.
[G] And I won't do [F#] the things [D] I do, [A] I'll best give down [G] a lot.
I'll spit the bullet [F#] for [Bm] your [G] eyes.
And I'll show [F#m] you, mama, dreams are [A] always made to catch [D] fire.
God taught me gunning, so [Em] the fifth side, gather round, gather [Dm] round, [A] gather round.
All you taught is settle down, settle [Bm] down, settle [G] down.
We're pretty loud, [Dm] make it [A] loud, make it loud.
We want best to settle down, settle [Bm] down, [G] settle.
Me and my friends come out [F#m] by night to mess around and [G] feel alright.
And if you like, lay down [D] soon as come [Bm] join me, [G] gunning's all the best, son.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] things I [A] do, I'll best give [G] down a lot.
[D] I'll spit the bullet [Bm] for your eyes.
[G] And I'll show you, [D] mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me gunning, [Em] so the fifth side, oh, oh, oh.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] keep [E] me [A] out of [G] the light.
[D] [F#m] You [Bm] only fool your eyes, [G] and I will show [D] you, mama, [E] [F#m] dreams [D] are always made [G] to catch fire.
[D] Come join me, gunning's all the best, son, [Bm] gunning's all.
[D]
[G] [D] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[G] [D] [Bm]
Don't wait for me, don't wait for me, baby.
Good [A] God, so [Bm] I'm told, [F#m] pure and [G] fragile soul.
[F#] Things are seem [G] to bend [A] and break.
You seem to [Bm] uphold.
Have you lost your way?
I [F#] find it kind [G] of strange.
You [D] bitch don't do anything that's about to [Bm] unfold.
I [A] should have [B] apologized, [G] you feel what I was in on.
I was [F#] born [G] a [A] roving soul.
[B] And I [Bm] should clarify, [E] you should not [G] expect that I
wouldn't take [D] you more than half the way home.
[G] And I won't do the [D] things I do, [A] I'll best [G] give down a lot.
I'll spit the [D] bullet for [Bm] your eyes.
[G] And I'll show [E] you, mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me [Bm] gunning, so the fifth side, no.
Won't you hear me out?
You who [G] fear to drown.
I swear that the [A] water's next once you learn to [Bm] swim around.
[A] [Bm] And it's alright to die with survival on [G] your mind.
You can [D] take it step by step till you find [Bm] solid ground.
Shards written in [D] water in the [Bm] deep, God knows.
There's a certain kind of [G] peace, God knows.
There's a kind of sweet relief, God [A] knows.
You must try to see how it [Bm] goes.
[Am] Until you face [Bm] your fear.
How are you supposed [G] to grow?
To [A] find joy in the world you don't know.
[G] And I won't do [F#] the things [D] I do, [A] I'll best give down [G] a lot.
I'll spit the bullet [F#] for [Bm] your [G] eyes.
And I'll show [F#m] you, mama, dreams are [A] always made to catch [D] fire.
God taught me gunning, so [Em] the fifth side, gather round, gather [Dm] round, [A] gather round.
All you taught is settle down, settle [Bm] down, settle [G] down.
We're pretty loud, [Dm] make it [A] loud, make it loud.
We want best to settle down, settle [Bm] down, [G] settle.
Me and my friends come out [F#m] by night to mess around and [G] feel alright.
And if you like, lay down [D] soon as come [Bm] join me, [G] gunning's all the best, son.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] things I [A] do, I'll best give [G] down a lot.
[D] I'll spit the bullet [Bm] for your eyes.
[G] And I'll show you, [D] mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me gunning, [Em] so the fifth side, oh, oh, oh.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] keep [E] me [A] out of [G] the light.
[D] [F#m] You [Bm] only fool your eyes, [G] and I will show [D] you, mama, [E] [F#m] dreams [D] are always made [G] to catch fire.
[D] Come join me, gunning's all the best, son, [Bm] gunning's all.
[D]
Key:
G
D
Bm
A
F#m
G
D
Bm
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[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ Don't wait for me, don't wait for me, baby.
Good [A] God, so [Bm] I'm told, [F#m] pure and [G] fragile soul.
[F#] Things are seem [G] to bend [A] and break.
You seem to [Bm] uphold.
_ Have you lost your way?
I [F#] find it kind [G] of strange.
You [D] bitch don't do anything that's about to [Bm] unfold.
I [A] should have [B] apologized, [G] you feel what I was in on.
I was [F#] born [G] a [A] roving soul. _
[B] _ And I [Bm] should clarify, [E] you should not [G] expect that I
wouldn't take [D] you more than half the way home.
[G] And I won't do the [D] things I do, [A] I'll best [G] give down a lot.
I'll spit the [D] bullet for [Bm] your eyes.
[G] And I'll show [E] you, mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me [Bm] gunning, so the fifth side, no.
_ Won't you hear me out?
You who [G] fear to drown.
I swear that the [A] water's next once you learn to [Bm] swim around.
[A] [Bm] And it's alright to die with survival on [G] your mind.
You can [D] take it step by step till you find [Bm] solid ground.
Shards written in [D] water in the [Bm] deep, God knows.
There's a certain kind of [G] peace, God knows.
There's a kind of sweet relief, God [A] knows.
You must try to see how it [Bm] goes.
_ [Am] Until you face [Bm] your fear.
How are you supposed [G] to grow?
To [A] find joy in the world you don't know.
[G] And I won't do [F#] the things [D] I do, [A] I'll best give down [G] a lot.
I'll spit the bullet [F#] for [Bm] your [G] eyes.
And I'll show [F#m] you, mama, dreams are [A] always made to catch [D] fire.
God taught me gunning, so [Em] the fifth side, gather round, gather [Dm] round, [A] gather round.
All you taught is settle down, settle [Bm] down, settle [G] down.
We're pretty loud, [Dm] make it [A] loud, make it loud.
We want best to settle down, settle [Bm] down, [G] settle. _ _ _
Me and my friends come out [F#m] by night to mess around and [G] feel alright.
And if you like, lay down [D] soon as come [Bm] join me, [G] gunning's all the best, son.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] things I [A] do, I'll best give [G] down a lot.
[D] I'll spit the bullet [Bm] for your eyes.
[G] And I'll show you, [D] mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me gunning, [Em] so the fifth side, oh, oh, oh.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] keep [E] me [A] out of [G] the light.
[D] _ [F#m] You [Bm] only fool your eyes, [G] and I will show [D] you, mama, [E] [F#m] dreams [D] are always made [G] to catch fire.
[D] Come join me, gunning's all the best, son, [Bm] gunning's all.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ Don't wait for me, don't wait for me, baby.
Good [A] God, so [Bm] I'm told, [F#m] pure and [G] fragile soul.
[F#] Things are seem [G] to bend [A] and break.
You seem to [Bm] uphold.
_ Have you lost your way?
I [F#] find it kind [G] of strange.
You [D] bitch don't do anything that's about to [Bm] unfold.
I [A] should have [B] apologized, [G] you feel what I was in on.
I was [F#] born [G] a [A] roving soul. _
[B] _ And I [Bm] should clarify, [E] you should not [G] expect that I
wouldn't take [D] you more than half the way home.
[G] And I won't do the [D] things I do, [A] I'll best [G] give down a lot.
I'll spit the [D] bullet for [Bm] your eyes.
[G] And I'll show [E] you, mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me [Bm] gunning, so the fifth side, no.
_ Won't you hear me out?
You who [G] fear to drown.
I swear that the [A] water's next once you learn to [Bm] swim around.
[A] [Bm] And it's alright to die with survival on [G] your mind.
You can [D] take it step by step till you find [Bm] solid ground.
Shards written in [D] water in the [Bm] deep, God knows.
There's a certain kind of [G] peace, God knows.
There's a kind of sweet relief, God [A] knows.
You must try to see how it [Bm] goes.
_ [Am] Until you face [Bm] your fear.
How are you supposed [G] to grow?
To [A] find joy in the world you don't know.
[G] And I won't do [F#] the things [D] I do, [A] I'll best give down [G] a lot.
I'll spit the bullet [F#] for [Bm] your [G] eyes.
And I'll show [F#m] you, mama, dreams are [A] always made to catch [D] fire.
God taught me gunning, so [Em] the fifth side, gather round, gather [Dm] round, [A] gather round.
All you taught is settle down, settle [Bm] down, settle [G] down.
We're pretty loud, [Dm] make it [A] loud, make it loud.
We want best to settle down, settle [Bm] down, [G] settle. _ _ _
Me and my friends come out [F#m] by night to mess around and [G] feel alright.
And if you like, lay down [D] soon as come [Bm] join me, [G] gunning's all the best, son.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] things I [A] do, I'll best give [G] down a lot.
[D] I'll spit the bullet [Bm] for your eyes.
[G] And I'll show you, [D] mama, [F#m] dreams are [A] always made to [G] catch fire.
God [D] taught me gunning, [Em] so the fifth side, oh, oh, oh.
But [Dm] baby, [F#m] keep [E] me [A] out of [G] the light.
[D] _ [F#m] You [Bm] only fool your eyes, [G] and I will show [D] you, mama, [E] [F#m] dreams [D] are always made [G] to catch fire.
[D] Come join me, gunning's all the best, son, [Bm] gunning's all.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _