Chords for The Weavers - Get Up, Get Out (Psystein Remix)
Tempo:
97.35 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
C#
G#
E
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [G#] [C#m] [G#] [C#] When I was young and short and punk, a silly wee fool was [C#m] I.
The morning [C#] after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working [C#m] clothes.
Up to your knees [E] and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes.
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [C#] rhyme.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your [C#m] working clothes.
[G#m] Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone [C#m] to your toes.
When I was young and [G#m] short and [C#] punk, a [F#] silly wee fool was [C#m] I.
The [C#] morning after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone to your toes.
[C#m]
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [G#m] rhyme.
[C#m] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[E] Up to your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes.
I married a lass, a bonnie wee lass, and kept her many a year.
Come what may she'd begin every day by whispering in my ear.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get [F#] into your [C#m] working clothes.
Up [E] to your knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone [C#m] to your nose.
[C#] Some can lie as long as they like, they're [F#] luckier men [C#m] than me.
I never get to lie very long, I'm only five foot three.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[G#m] Up to your [E] knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone to your nose.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone to [N] your nose.
with a grindstone to your nose.
The morning [C#] after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working [C#m] clothes.
Up to your knees [E] and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes.
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [C#] rhyme.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your [C#m] working clothes.
[G#m] Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone [C#m] to your toes.
When I was young and [G#m] short and [C#] punk, a [F#] silly wee fool was [C#m] I.
The [C#] morning after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone to your toes.
[C#m]
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [G#m] rhyme.
[C#m] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[E] Up to your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes.
I married a lass, a bonnie wee lass, and kept her many a year.
Come what may she'd begin every day by whispering in my ear.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get [F#] into your [C#m] working clothes.
Up [E] to your knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone [C#m] to your nose.
[C#] Some can lie as long as they like, they're [F#] luckier men [C#m] than me.
I never get to lie very long, I'm only five foot three.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[G#m] Up to your [E] knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone to your nose.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone to [N] your nose.
with a grindstone to your nose.
Key:
C#m
C#
G#
E
G#m
C#m
C#
G#
[C#] _ _ [G#] _ [C#m] _ [G#] _ [C#] _ When I was young and short and punk, a silly wee fool was [C#m] I.
The morning [C#] after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working [C#m] clothes.
Up to your knees [E] and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes. _
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [C#] rhyme.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your [C#m] working clothes.
[G#m] Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone [C#m] to your toes. _
When I was young and [G#m] short and [C#] punk, a [F#] silly wee fool was [C#m] I.
The [C#] morning after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone to your toes.
[C#m] _
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [G#m] rhyme.
[C#m] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[E] Up to your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes. _
I married a lass, a bonnie wee lass, and kept her many a year.
Come what may she'd begin every day by whispering in my ear.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get [F#] into your [C#m] working clothes.
Up [E] to your knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone [C#m] to your nose.
_ [C#] Some can lie as long as they like, they're [F#] luckier men [C#m] than me.
I never get to lie very long, I'm only five foot three.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[G#m] Up to your [E] knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone to your nose.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone to [N] your nose.
with a grindstone to your nose. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The morning [C#] after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working [C#m] clothes.
Up to your knees [E] and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes. _
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [C#] rhyme.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your [C#m] working clothes.
[G#m] Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone [C#m] to your toes. _
When I was young and [G#m] short and [C#] punk, a [F#] silly wee fool was [C#m] I.
The [C#] morning after I left the school I heard my mother sigh.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to [E] your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone to your toes.
[C#m] _
I bought a [G#] clock, a bonnie wee clock, to help me tell the time.
It wakened [D#] me every morning with a very poetic [G#m] rhyme.
[C#m] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[E] Up to your knees and oil and grease with a [G#] grindstone [C#m] to your toes. _
I married a lass, a bonnie wee lass, and kept her many a year.
Come what may she'd begin every day by whispering in my ear.
Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get [F#] into your [C#m] working clothes.
Up [E] to your knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone [C#m] to your nose.
_ [C#] Some can lie as long as they like, they're [F#] luckier men [C#m] than me.
I never get to lie very long, I'm only five foot three.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
[G#m] Up to your [E] knees and oil and grease with [G#] a grindstone to your nose.
[C#] Get up, get up, you lazy lot, get into your working clothes.
Up to your knees and oil and grease with a grindstone to [N] your nose.
with a grindstone to your nose. _ _ _ _ _ _ _