Chords for Sandi Thom - I Wish I was A Punk Rocker (Official Video)
Tempo:
83.35 bpm
Chords used:
B
G
C#
D#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Oh, I wish [G] I was a punk rocker with flowers in my [N] hair
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a [G] car
When music [N] really mattered and when radio [G#] was king
When accountants didn't have control and the media couldn't buy your soul
[B] When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh, I wish I was a [F] punk rocker with [G] flowers in my hair
In 77 [B] and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't [G#] care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[N] When pop stars still remained a myth and ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the creature turned a whiter shade of pale
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh, I wish [G] I was a punk rocker [C#] with flowers in my hair
[B] In 77 and 69, [B] revolution was in the air
I was born too late [C] into a [B] world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[D#] When record shops were still on [F#m] top and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the [D#] super-info-hire [Am] rate was still drifting out in space
[C#] Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games
Men kick [B] around and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 [C#] and 69, revolution [B] was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a [C#m] punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world [C#] that doesn't [G] care
[Gm] Oh, I [D#] wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a [G] car
When music [N] really mattered and when radio [G#] was king
When accountants didn't have control and the media couldn't buy your soul
[B] When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh, I wish I was a [F] punk rocker with [G] flowers in my hair
In 77 [B] and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't [G#] care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[N] When pop stars still remained a myth and ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the creature turned a whiter shade of pale
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh, I wish [G] I was a punk rocker [C#] with flowers in my hair
[B] In 77 and 69, [B] revolution was in the air
I was born too late [C] into a [B] world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[D#] When record shops were still on [F#m] top and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the [D#] super-info-hire [Am] rate was still drifting out in space
[C#] Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games
Men kick [B] around and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 [C#] and 69, revolution [B] was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a [C#m] punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world [C#] that doesn't [G] care
[Gm] Oh, I [D#] wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Key:
B
G
C#
D#
G#
B
G
C#
_ _ _ _ Oh, I wish [G] I was a punk rocker with flowers in my [N] hair
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a [G] car
When music [N] really mattered and when radio [G#] was king
When accountants didn't have control and the media couldn't buy your soul
[B] When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh, I wish I was a [F] punk rocker with [G] flowers in my hair
In 77 [B] and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't [G#] care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[N] When pop stars still remained a myth and ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the creature turned a whiter shade of pale
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh, I wish [G] I was a punk rocker [C#] with flowers in my hair
[B] In 77 and 69, [B] revolution was in the air
I was born too late [C] into a [B] world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[D#] When record shops were still on [F#m] top and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the [D#] super-info-hire [Am] rate was still drifting out in space
[C#] Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games
Men kick [B] around and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 [C#] and 69, revolution [B] was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a [C#m] punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world [C#] that doesn't [G] care
[Gm] Oh, I [D#] wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair _ _ _ _ _
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a [G] car
When music [N] really mattered and when radio [G#] was king
When accountants didn't have control and the media couldn't buy your soul
[B] When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh, I wish I was a [F] punk rocker with [G] flowers in my hair
In 77 [B] and 69, revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't [G#] care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[N] When pop stars still remained a myth and ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the creature turned a whiter shade of pale
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh, I wish [G] I was a punk rocker [C#] with flowers in my hair
[B] In 77 and 69, [B] revolution was in the air
I was born too late [C] into a [B] world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
[D#] When record shops were still on [F#m] top and vinyl was all that they stocked
And the [D#] super-info-hire [Am] rate was still drifting out in space
[C#] Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games
Men kick [B] around and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 [C#] and 69, revolution [B] was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh, I wish I was a [C#m] punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world [C#] that doesn't [G] care
[Gm] Oh, I [D#] wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair _ _ _ _ _