Chords for Sam Smith - Seventeen Going Under (Sam Fender cover) in the Live Lounge
Tempo:
81 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
G#
A#
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A#m]
[F#]
[C#] I remember the sickness was forever [F#] I remember snuff [C#] videos called September
The distances we covered The fist fights [F#] on the beach
The busies round [C#] us up Do it all again next week
An embryonic lung The first time [F#] that it scarred
Embarrassed yourself [C#] for so long Cried like a [A#] child
And the boy who kicked Tom's head Still [F#] bugs me now
That's the [C#] thing, it lingers And calls you when [A#] you're down
I was [C#] far too scared to hit him But I would hit him in a [F#] heartbeat now
[C#] That's the thing with it, it [A#m] begs to stick [A#] around
So it feeds you of your youth And leaves you [C#] spending [F#] nothing ever
But you hurt the ones [C#] who love You [A#m] hurt them like [A#] they're nothing
[G#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] You hurt them [G#] like they're nothing
[C#] [F#]
[C#] See [A#m] [G#] I spent the days in rage [C#] Smiling in [F#] silence
And I owned myself [C#] with a grin Cause I was [G#] always the bloody joke
Breathing dead youth Amongst the white [F#] noise
And boys, boys Locker room [C#] talking lads, lads
Drenched in cheap drink and [A#] snipe facts A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the [F#] kid's a daft hand Can he tantify?
[C#] He looks sad
And God, the kid [G#] looks so sad
[C#] [F#]
[C#] [G#] She said to dance, dance, dance [A#] So I thought about shifting gear
[F#] And how she wept and wept and wept [C#] While I came and died around here
I [A#] see my mother With DWPC in love
She cries on the [F#] floor, he's tumbled I'm seventeen [C#] going under
I'm seventeen [G#] going under
[C#] [F#]
[C#] I'm seventeen [G#] going under
[C#] [F#]
[C#] I'm seventeen [A#] going [G#]
under
[C#] [F#]
[C#] I'm seventeen [G#] going under
[A#] [F#]
[C#]
[F#]
[C#] I remember the sickness was forever [F#] I remember snuff [C#] videos called September
The distances we covered The fist fights [F#] on the beach
The busies round [C#] us up Do it all again next week
An embryonic lung The first time [F#] that it scarred
Embarrassed yourself [C#] for so long Cried like a [A#] child
And the boy who kicked Tom's head Still [F#] bugs me now
That's the [C#] thing, it lingers And calls you when [A#] you're down
I was [C#] far too scared to hit him But I would hit him in a [F#] heartbeat now
[C#] That's the thing with it, it [A#m] begs to stick [A#] around
So it feeds you of your youth And leaves you [C#] spending [F#] nothing ever
But you hurt the ones [C#] who love You [A#m] hurt them like [A#] they're nothing
[G#] [C#] [F#]
[C#] You hurt them [G#] like they're nothing
[C#] [F#]
[C#] See [A#m] [G#] I spent the days in rage [C#] Smiling in [F#] silence
And I owned myself [C#] with a grin Cause I was [G#] always the bloody joke
Breathing dead youth Amongst the white [F#] noise
And boys, boys Locker room [C#] talking lads, lads
Drenched in cheap drink and [A#] snipe facts A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the [F#] kid's a daft hand Can he tantify?
[C#] He looks sad
And God, the kid [G#] looks so sad
[C#] [F#]
[C#] [G#] She said to dance, dance, dance [A#] So I thought about shifting gear
[F#] And how she wept and wept and wept [C#] While I came and died around here
I [A#] see my mother With DWPC in love
She cries on the [F#] floor, he's tumbled I'm seventeen [C#] going under
I'm seventeen [G#] going under
[C#] [F#]
[C#] I'm seventeen [G#] going under
[C#] [F#]
[C#] I'm seventeen [A#] going [G#]
under
[C#] [F#]
[C#] I'm seventeen [G#] going under
[A#] [F#]
[C#]
Key:
C#
F#
G#
A#
A#m
C#
F#
G#
[A#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ I remember the sickness was forever _ [F#] I remember snuff [C#] videos called September
The distances we covered The fist fights [F#] on the beach
The busies round [C#] us up Do it all again next week _
An embryonic lung The first time [F#] that it scarred
Embarrassed yourself [C#] for so long Cried like a [A#] child
And the boy who kicked Tom's head Still [F#] bugs me now
That's the [C#] thing, it lingers And calls you when [A#] you're down _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I was [C#] far too scared to hit him But I would hit him in a [F#] heartbeat now
[C#] That's the thing with it, it [A#m] begs to stick [A#] around
So it feeds you of your youth And leaves you [C#] spending [F#] nothing ever
But you hurt the ones [C#] who love You [A#m] hurt them like [A#] they're nothing _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ You hurt them [G#] like they're nothing _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ See [A#m] _ [G#] _ I spent the days in rage [C#] Smiling in [F#] silence
And I owned myself [C#] with a grin Cause I was [G#] always the bloody joke
Breathing dead youth Amongst the white [F#] noise
And boys, boys Locker room [C#] talking lads, lads
Drenched in cheap drink and [A#] snipe facts A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the [F#] kid's a daft hand Can he tantify?
[C#] He looks sad
And God, the kid [G#] looks so sad _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [G#] She said to dance, dance, dance [A#] So I thought about shifting gear
[F#] And how she wept and wept and wept [C#] While I came and died around here
I [A#] see my mother With DWPC in love
She cries on the [F#] floor, he's tumbled I'm seventeen [C#] going under
I'm seventeen [G#] going under _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ I'm seventeen [G#] going under _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ I'm seventeen [A#] going _ _ [G#] _
under
_ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ I'm seventeen [G#] going under _
_ _ [A#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ I remember the sickness was forever _ [F#] I remember snuff [C#] videos called September
The distances we covered The fist fights [F#] on the beach
The busies round [C#] us up Do it all again next week _
An embryonic lung The first time [F#] that it scarred
Embarrassed yourself [C#] for so long Cried like a [A#] child
And the boy who kicked Tom's head Still [F#] bugs me now
That's the [C#] thing, it lingers And calls you when [A#] you're down _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I was [C#] far too scared to hit him But I would hit him in a [F#] heartbeat now
[C#] That's the thing with it, it [A#m] begs to stick [A#] around
So it feeds you of your youth And leaves you [C#] spending [F#] nothing ever
But you hurt the ones [C#] who love You [A#m] hurt them like [A#] they're nothing _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ You hurt them [G#] like they're nothing _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ See [A#m] _ [G#] _ I spent the days in rage [C#] Smiling in [F#] silence
And I owned myself [C#] with a grin Cause I was [G#] always the bloody joke
Breathing dead youth Amongst the white [F#] noise
And boys, boys Locker room [C#] talking lads, lads
Drenched in cheap drink and [A#] snipe facts A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the [F#] kid's a daft hand Can he tantify?
[C#] He looks sad
And God, the kid [G#] looks so sad _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [G#] She said to dance, dance, dance [A#] So I thought about shifting gear
[F#] And how she wept and wept and wept [C#] While I came and died around here
I [A#] see my mother With DWPC in love
She cries on the [F#] floor, he's tumbled I'm seventeen [C#] going under
I'm seventeen [G#] going under _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ I'm seventeen [G#] going under _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ I'm seventeen [A#] going _ _ [G#] _
under
_ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[C#] _ I'm seventeen [G#] going under _
_ _ [A#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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