Chords for The Menzingers - "High School Friend" (Full Album Stream)
Tempo:
76.2 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Eb
F
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab]
[F] [Ab]
[F] [Ab] Raising hell [Db] in Wake County with [Ab] a copper [Db] on our tail.
[Ab] Hoping that he [Db] drives over our head.
[Ab] Knowing this town will probably throw [Db] us in jail.
We'll [Ab] probably suffer no more in [Db] our own town.
We saw [Eb] the sun, claim baggage [Db] at the carousels.
And [Ab] I'm waking to see nothing.
It feels like ages running.
Scrolls of gray, wide door, far border town in [Db] Mexico.
[Eb] There's former you, there's former [Fm] me.
We're telling [Eb] tales of revisionist [Db] history.
I [Ab] remember the days we [Ab] couldn't hardly wait [Eb] to end.
I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
[Db] [Eb] [Ab] We lost town, many ways [Db] to lay thin.
The [Ab] mootin' is from corners of [Db] the country.
Now we [Ab] come back from holidays [Db] and funerals.
So much [Ab] has changed, but Wake County's still [Db] the same.
Driving [Eb] down [Fm] 191, we'll have the [Eb] old memory of [Ab] someone.
As a little white cross [Db] just popping out from [Eb] the vent.
I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school [Ab] friend.
Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
[Bb] [Ab]
Don't let [Fm] me out of the way [Db] of sorrow, [Eb] straight up, [Ab] since tomorrow.
[Fm] Don't let them say [Db] I will help [Eb] you out.
Cause they [F] may never [Db] understand, but it's [Eb] okay because I do.
We [Fm] know how to help [Db] send out each other [Eb] of inbred.
I was getting fucked up with a high [Ab] school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the guitar [F] flings.
I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
[Bb] [Ab]
[F] [Ab]
[F] [Ab] Raising hell [Db] in Wake County with [Ab] a copper [Db] on our tail.
[Ab] Hoping that he [Db] drives over our head.
[Ab] Knowing this town will probably throw [Db] us in jail.
We'll [Ab] probably suffer no more in [Db] our own town.
We saw [Eb] the sun, claim baggage [Db] at the carousels.
And [Ab] I'm waking to see nothing.
It feels like ages running.
Scrolls of gray, wide door, far border town in [Db] Mexico.
[Eb] There's former you, there's former [Fm] me.
We're telling [Eb] tales of revisionist [Db] history.
I [Ab] remember the days we [Ab] couldn't hardly wait [Eb] to end.
I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
[Db] [Eb] [Ab] We lost town, many ways [Db] to lay thin.
The [Ab] mootin' is from corners of [Db] the country.
Now we [Ab] come back from holidays [Db] and funerals.
So much [Ab] has changed, but Wake County's still [Db] the same.
Driving [Eb] down [Fm] 191, we'll have the [Eb] old memory of [Ab] someone.
As a little white cross [Db] just popping out from [Eb] the vent.
I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school [Ab] friend.
Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
[Bb] [Ab]
Don't let [Fm] me out of the way [Db] of sorrow, [Eb] straight up, [Ab] since tomorrow.
[Fm] Don't let them say [Db] I will help [Eb] you out.
Cause they [F] may never [Db] understand, but it's [Eb] okay because I do.
We [Fm] know how to help [Db] send out each other [Eb] of inbred.
I was getting fucked up with a high [Ab] school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the guitar [F] flings.
I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
[Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
[Bb] [Ab]
Key:
Ab
Db
Eb
F
Fm
Ab
Db
Eb
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_ _ _ [F] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Ab] _ _ Raising hell [Db] in Wake County with [Ab] a _ copper [Db] on our tail.
_ [Ab] Hoping that he [Db] drives over our head.
[Ab] Knowing this town will probably throw [Db] us in jail.
We'll [Ab] probably suffer no more in [Db] our own town.
We saw [Eb] the sun, claim baggage [Db] at the carousels.
And [Ab] I'm waking to see nothing.
It feels like ages running.
Scrolls of gray, wide door, far border town in [Db] Mexico.
_ [Eb] There's former you, there's former [Fm] me.
We're telling [Eb] tales of revisionist [Db] history.
I [Ab] remember the days we [Ab] couldn't hardly wait [Eb] to end.
_ I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
_ I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] We lost town, many ways [Db] to lay thin.
The [Ab] mootin' is from corners of [Db] the country.
Now we [Ab] come back from holidays [Db] and funerals.
So much [Ab] has changed, but Wake County's still [Db] the same.
_ Driving [Eb] down [Fm] 191, we'll have the [Eb] old memory of [Ab] someone.
As a little white cross [Db] just popping out from [Eb] the vent.
_ I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school [Ab] friend.
_ Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
_ I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ Don't let [Fm] me out of the way [Db] of sorrow, [Eb] straight up, [Ab] since tomorrow.
[Fm] Don't let them say [Db] I will help [Eb] you out.
_ Cause they [F] may never [Db] understand, but it's [Eb] okay because I do.
We [Fm] know how to help [Db] send out each other [Eb] of inbred.
_ I was getting fucked up with a high [Ab] school friend.
_ _ [Db] Wondering where all the guitar [F] flings.
_ I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [F] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Ab] _ _ Raising hell [Db] in Wake County with [Ab] a _ copper [Db] on our tail.
_ [Ab] Hoping that he [Db] drives over our head.
[Ab] Knowing this town will probably throw [Db] us in jail.
We'll [Ab] probably suffer no more in [Db] our own town.
We saw [Eb] the sun, claim baggage [Db] at the carousels.
And [Ab] I'm waking to see nothing.
It feels like ages running.
Scrolls of gray, wide door, far border town in [Db] Mexico.
_ [Eb] There's former you, there's former [Fm] me.
We're telling [Eb] tales of revisionist [Db] history.
I [Ab] remember the days we [Ab] couldn't hardly wait [Eb] to end.
_ I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
_ I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] We lost town, many ways [Db] to lay thin.
The [Ab] mootin' is from corners of [Db] the country.
Now we [Ab] come back from holidays [Db] and funerals.
So much [Ab] has changed, but Wake County's still [Db] the same.
_ Driving [Eb] down [Fm] 191, we'll have the [Eb] old memory of [Ab] someone.
As a little white cross [Db] just popping out from [Eb] the vent.
_ I [F] was getting fucked up with a high school [Ab] friend.
_ Wondering [Eb] where all the guitar [F] flings.
_ I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ Don't let [Fm] me out of the way [Db] of sorrow, [Eb] straight up, [Ab] since tomorrow.
[Fm] Don't let them say [Db] I will help [Eb] you out.
_ Cause they [F] may never [Db] understand, but it's [Eb] okay because I do.
We [Fm] know how to help [Db] send out each other [Eb] of inbred.
_ I was getting fucked up with a high [Ab] school friend.
_ _ [Db] Wondering where all the guitar [F] flings.
_ I was getting fucked up with [Ab] a high school friend.
_ [Db] Wondering where all the [Ab] guitar flings.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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