Chords for The Bar Stool Preachers - Bar Stool Preacher
Tempo:
84.5 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
[D] [G] [D] [A]
[D] [E] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[B] [E]
[A] I don't see the [G] ink he'd rather pint and a [D] straw,
Man has fought a [A] thousand wars, he'll tell you about them all.
And can you hear my skin far [G] fletched, a bitter, brutal [D] tale,
I'll tell you all he knows, [E] if you're right in the ale.
[A] [D] A [A] Barstool Pritchard, yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
There's no need to feel pity [G] for a man like him,
In [D] his local boozer, [A] he thinks he's a king,
All he wants is a little [G] bit of your time,
[D] Sit down and listen [E] to his war-hard [A] lines.
Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard, yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
[A]
He's not [D] sad and he ain't depressed,
[C] Sips with the [D] iceberg and there's plenty more to [A] guess,
When he [D] thinks he often looks [C] upset,
He's past his [Dm] prime, now he's acting his best.
[A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A] If you're fighting by an end, [D] you'll paint your picture of the man,
[C] That's a super-millionaire, [D] or one of the popular brats,
[A] He's done, you know the truth, [D] about everything he thinks,
[C] He's missed the way of his life, [D] and now,
He wears a sense of stealth mode, [G] like some old cheap cologne,
[D] Once he was a happy [A] man, but now left all alone,
He's battered old boots of [G] polish, with a sense of pride,
[D] His coat's so old and tacky, don't [E] reflect the man's side.
[A] Pritchard, [D] a Barstool Pritchard, [A] yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] [A] Woah, [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
[A] Woah, [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] [A] Woah, [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
[A] Woah, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] He's a [A] Barstool King.
[D] [G] [D] [A]
[D] [E] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[B] [E]
[A] I don't see the [G] ink he'd rather pint and a [D] straw,
Man has fought a [A] thousand wars, he'll tell you about them all.
And can you hear my skin far [G] fletched, a bitter, brutal [D] tale,
I'll tell you all he knows, [E] if you're right in the ale.
[A] [D] A [A] Barstool Pritchard, yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
There's no need to feel pity [G] for a man like him,
In [D] his local boozer, [A] he thinks he's a king,
All he wants is a little [G] bit of your time,
[D] Sit down and listen [E] to his war-hard [A] lines.
Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard, yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
[A]
He's not [D] sad and he ain't depressed,
[C] Sips with the [D] iceberg and there's plenty more to [A] guess,
When he [D] thinks he often looks [C] upset,
He's past his [Dm] prime, now he's acting his best.
[A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A] If you're fighting by an end, [D] you'll paint your picture of the man,
[C] That's a super-millionaire, [D] or one of the popular brats,
[A] He's done, you know the truth, [D] about everything he thinks,
[C] He's missed the way of his life, [D] and now,
He wears a sense of stealth mode, [G] like some old cheap cologne,
[D] Once he was a happy [A] man, but now left all alone,
He's battered old boots of [G] polish, with a sense of pride,
[D] His coat's so old and tacky, don't [E] reflect the man's side.
[A] Pritchard, [D] a Barstool Pritchard, [A] yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] [A] Woah, [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
[A] Woah, [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] [A] Woah, [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
[A] Woah, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] He's a [A] Barstool King.
Key:
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A
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E
C
D
A
G
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_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] I don't see the [G] ink he'd rather pint and a [D] straw,
Man has fought a [A] thousand wars, he'll tell you about them all.
And can you hear my skin far [G] fletched, a bitter, brutal [D] tale,
I'll tell you all he knows, [E] if you're right in the ale.
[A] _ _ [D] A [A] Barstool Pritchard, _ yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard. _
There's no need to feel pity [G] for a man like him,
In [D] his local boozer, [A] he thinks he's a king,
All he wants is a little [G] bit of your time,
[D] Sit down and listen [E] to his war-hard [A] lines.
Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard, _ yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
_ [A] _
He's not [D] sad and he ain't depressed,
[C] Sips with the [D] iceberg and there's plenty more to [A] guess,
When he [D] thinks he often looks [C] upset,
He's past his [Dm] prime, now he's acting his best.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [A] If you're fighting by an end, [D] you'll paint your picture of the man,
[C] That's a super-millionaire, [D] or one of the popular brats,
[A] He's done, you know the truth, [D] about everything he thinks,
[C] He's missed the way of his life, [D] and now,
He wears a sense of stealth mode, [G] like some old cheap cologne,
[D] Once he was a happy [A] man, but now left all alone,
He's battered old boots of [G] polish, with a sense of pride,
[D] His coat's so old and tacky, don't [E] reflect the man's side.
[A] Pritchard, [D] a Barstool Pritchard, _ [A] yeah he's a Pritchard, _ [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
_ [D] _ [A] Woah, _ [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
_ [A] Woah, _ [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] _ [A] _ Woah, [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
_ [A] _ Woah, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] He's a [A] Barstool King. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] I don't see the [G] ink he'd rather pint and a [D] straw,
Man has fought a [A] thousand wars, he'll tell you about them all.
And can you hear my skin far [G] fletched, a bitter, brutal [D] tale,
I'll tell you all he knows, [E] if you're right in the ale.
[A] _ _ [D] A [A] Barstool Pritchard, _ yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard. _
There's no need to feel pity [G] for a man like him,
In [D] his local boozer, [A] he thinks he's a king,
All he wants is a little [G] bit of your time,
[D] Sit down and listen [E] to his war-hard [A] lines.
Pritchard, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard, _ yeah he's a Pritchard, [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
_ [A] _
He's not [D] sad and he ain't depressed,
[C] Sips with the [D] iceberg and there's plenty more to [A] guess,
When he [D] thinks he often looks [C] upset,
He's past his [Dm] prime, now he's acting his best.
_ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [A] If you're fighting by an end, [D] you'll paint your picture of the man,
[C] That's a super-millionaire, [D] or one of the popular brats,
[A] He's done, you know the truth, [D] about everything he thinks,
[C] He's missed the way of his life, [D] and now,
He wears a sense of stealth mode, [G] like some old cheap cologne,
[D] Once he was a happy [A] man, but now left all alone,
He's battered old boots of [G] polish, with a sense of pride,
[D] His coat's so old and tacky, don't [E] reflect the man's side.
[A] Pritchard, [D] a Barstool Pritchard, _ [A] yeah he's a Pritchard, _ [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
_ [D] _ [A] Woah, _ [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
_ [A] Woah, _ [D] a [F#m] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] _ [A] _ Woah, [D] a Barstool Pritchard.
_ [A] _ Woah, [D] a [A] Barstool Pritchard.
[D] He's a [A] Barstool King. _ _ _
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