Chords for Roots Radicals Acoustic

_ _ _ _ We all have cars in Seattle. _ _ _ _ _ _
Me and [G] Tim still take the bus everywhere we go. _ _
_ _ Yeah, I don't have my driver's license. _ _
[Ab] _ _ We've never had, we've always just been able to _ take buses, so we write songs about buses.
_ This is one of the songs. _
[C] Took the 60 bus [Fm] out of town to Campo [Gm]
Benzinato, he was on there, [C] he was waiting for me.
While the punk [Fm] rockers and the moon [G] stompers, they're out on the corners where [C] they're sparing for change.
I started [F] thinking, you know I started [G] drinking.
I [F] don't really remember [C] too much of that day.
Something struck me funny [F] when we ran out of money.
[G] Where [Dm] do you go now [C] when you're only 15?
[Bb] The music [F] execution and the taco revolution [G] leads in me.
_ And it [C] go, oh, get on my boot.
[F] The [G] roots, the [C] radicals, get on my boot.
[F] You [G] know I'm a radical, [C]
get on my [F] boot.
The [G] roots, the [C] reggae on my stereo.
_ [G] _ _ [C] But the radio was playing, [F] Desmond Decca was singing [Gm] on the [F] 43 [C] bus.
As we climb up the hill, nothing ain't [F] coming but the reggae [Cm] drummer.
So where I [F] come [C] from, we're loving homes.
I say, why even bother?
[F] Pick up the bottle, [G] Mr.
Bus [F] Driver, please [C] let these people on.
You see, rude girl, kale, she [F] was a Minnesota girl.
[G] And my [F] blurry [C] vision's on her and wrong.
[Bb] The music execution [F] and the taco revolution [G] leads in me.
_ Oh, and it [C] go, oh, get on my boot.
[F] The [G] roots, the [C] radicals, get on my [F] boot.
You [G] know I'm a [C] radical, get on my [F] boot.
The roots, [G] the [C] reggae on my stereo.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My [Fm] stereo. _ _
_ _ _ Two, three, four.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, [Cm] yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, [Cm] yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, [Cm]
yeah.
_ _ _ Yeah, [Fm] _ _
_ yeah, yeah, yeah, [G] yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] Took the 60 bus [G] out of downtown Campbellville.
There's a one-way zone [Ab] that he was waiting for me.
All the punk [Fm] rockers and the moonstoppers
[Gm] around on the [C] corners were despairing for change.
Radio was playing, [F] Desmond Decker was [G] singing
on the [F] 43 bus [C] as we climb up the hill.
Rude girl, kale, [F] was a [Dm] miniskirt girl.
[G] My [Fm] blurry vision's [C] on her and wrong.
[Bb] With the music [Fm] execution and the taco [G] revolution
leads in me.
Oh, and it go, [C] oh, get on [F] my boot.
The [G] roots, the [C] radicals, get on [F] my boot.
You [G] know I'm a [C] radical, get on my boot.
[F] The [G] roots, the reggae on [C] my stereo.
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
Get on my boot.
[F] The [G] roots, the [C] _
radicals, get on my boot.
[F] You [G] know I'm a radical, [C]
get on my [F] boot.
The [G] roots, the [C] reggae on my stereo.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Am] _
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