Chords for The Replacements - Achin' To Be (Video)
Tempo:
65.875 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
F#m
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [G] [D]
She's kind [A] of like a notice, [G] sitting [D] on the floor.
[G] Never [D] finish, she [G] abandons, never [D] shows her soul.
And she's kind of like a movie, everyone rushes to see.
[G] And no one [D] understands it, [G] [D] sitting in that seat.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [D] she's [G] aching, [D] she needs me.
[D] Well, she dances alone in [F#m] [G] nightclubs, every [D] other day of the week.
[G] People [D] look right through her, [G] they don't [D] check your cheek.
And she's kind of like a poet, [G] who finds it [D] hard to speak.
[G] The poems [D] come so slowly, [G] like the colors [D] down in the tree.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [G] she's [Bm] aching, [D] she needs me.
People [A] [G] around her, [A] they've been making it [G] hard for years.
[D] [F] [B]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [D]
She's kind of [F#m] like an artist, [G] who uses [D] paints no more.
And never showing what you're [G] doing, never [D] shows her soul.
But I saw one [G] of your pictures, [F#m] there was nothing that [Bm] I could see.
[G] If no one's [F#m] on your canvas, [G] I'm aching, [D] it's me.
[F#m] She closes her [G] mouth to speak and [F#] then closes her [Bm] eyes to see.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, and only [G] love, she's [D] aching to be.
[A] [G] [D] [F#m] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [G]
[D]
She's kind [A] of like a notice, [G] sitting [D] on the floor.
[G] Never [D] finish, she [G] abandons, never [D] shows her soul.
And she's kind of like a movie, everyone rushes to see.
[G] And no one [D] understands it, [G] [D] sitting in that seat.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [D] she's [G] aching, [D] she needs me.
[D] Well, she dances alone in [F#m] [G] nightclubs, every [D] other day of the week.
[G] People [D] look right through her, [G] they don't [D] check your cheek.
And she's kind of like a poet, [G] who finds it [D] hard to speak.
[G] The poems [D] come so slowly, [G] like the colors [D] down in the tree.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [G] she's [Bm] aching, [D] she needs me.
People [A] [G] around her, [A] they've been making it [G] hard for years.
[D] [F] [B]
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [D]
She's kind of [F#m] like an artist, [G] who uses [D] paints no more.
And never showing what you're [G] doing, never [D] shows her soul.
But I saw one [G] of your pictures, [F#m] there was nothing that [Bm] I could see.
[G] If no one's [F#m] on your canvas, [G] I'm aching, [D] it's me.
[F#m] She closes her [G] mouth to speak and [F#] then closes her [Bm] eyes to see.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, and only [G] love, she's [D] aching to be.
[A] [G] [D] [F#m] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [G]
[D]
Key:
G
D
F#m
A
Bm
G
D
F#m
_ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ She's kind [A] of like a notice, [G] sitting [D] on the floor.
[G] Never [D] finish, she [G] abandons, never [D] shows her soul.
And she's kind of like a movie, everyone rushes to see.
[G] And no one [D] understands it, [G] _ [D] sitting in that seat.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
_ [G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [D] she's [G] aching, [D] she needs me.
_ [D] _ _ _ Well, she dances alone in [F#m] [G] nightclubs, every [D] other day of the week.
[G] People [D] look right through her, [G] they don't [D] check your cheek.
And she's kind of like a poet, [G] who finds it [D] hard to speak.
[G] The poems [D] come so slowly, [G] like the colors [D] down in the tree.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
_ [G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [G] she's [Bm] aching, [D] she needs me.
People _ [A] _ _ _ [G] around her, _ [A] _ _ they've been making it [G] hard for years.
_ _ [D] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [B] _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
She's kind of [F#m] like an artist, [G] who uses [D] paints no more.
And never showing what you're [G] doing, never [D] shows her soul.
But I saw one [G] of your pictures, [F#m] there was nothing that [Bm] I could see.
[G] If no one's [F#m] on your canvas, [G] I'm aching, [D] it's me.
[F#m] She closes her [G] mouth to speak and [F#] then closes her [Bm] eyes to see.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, and only [G] love, she's _ [D] aching to be.
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ She's kind [A] of like a notice, [G] sitting [D] on the floor.
[G] Never [D] finish, she [G] abandons, never [D] shows her soul.
And she's kind of like a movie, everyone rushes to see.
[G] And no one [D] understands it, [G] _ [D] sitting in that seat.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
_ [G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [D] she's [G] aching, [D] she needs me.
_ [D] _ _ _ Well, she dances alone in [F#m] [G] nightclubs, every [D] other day of the week.
[G] People [D] look right through her, [G] they don't [D] check your cheek.
And she's kind of like a poet, [G] who finds it [D] hard to speak.
[G] The poems [D] come so slowly, [G] like the colors [D] down in the tree.
[F#m] She opens her [G] mouth to speak and [F#m] what comes out's [Bm] a mystery.
_ [G] Thought [F#m] about, not understood, [G] she's [Bm] aching, [D] she needs me.
People _ [A] _ _ _ [G] around her, _ [A] _ _ they've been making it [G] hard for years.
_ _ [D] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [B] _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
She's kind of [F#m] like an artist, [G] who uses [D] paints no more.
And never showing what you're [G] doing, never [D] shows her soul.
But I saw one [G] of your pictures, [F#m] there was nothing that [Bm] I could see.
[G] If no one's [F#m] on your canvas, [G] I'm aching, [D] it's me.
[F#m] She closes her [G] mouth to speak and [F#] then closes her [Bm] eyes to see.
[G] Thought [F#m] about, and only [G] love, she's _ [D] aching to be.
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _