Chords for Willi Carlisle - Vanlife ( Official 🚐 )
Tempo:
121.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
F
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [G]
[C] [D] Well,
[G] [D] I quit my job making minimum [C] wage, worked fairly well twice, necked half my [D] age.
I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage of the young [G] men on the run.
[Dm] [G] We'd rarely paid taxes and shitty [C] insurance, a glove box full of summons and [D] warrants.
I finally tuned to wish things were that weren't, you could say I was looking for fun.
So I [G] bought an old one, red Dodge [C] Ram, bought two pints of whiskey and a thirty of [D] hams.
Now I'm peeing in bottles and eating from cans.
But you can't call me homeless friends, cause I live in a van.
They call it van life, [C] I've been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
It's fine line, we [C] ain't having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
Well, at 7-Eleven's a sure [C] bellyache, I subsist on them here waking bacon.
[D]
Talladega to Chicago's lakes, where I'll take your largest [Dm] queso.
And [G] all the girls from Chickamauga to Pasadena, [C] sneak enviously in my van's rusty [D] body.
This old thing might just be a Bugatti, the way I get it from [G] 60 to zero.
I'm 60 miles apart going to Northern Track, [C] I'm burning rubber, no looking back.
Pushing that thing like a maniac, you get tipped out like a stripper.
In [D] singles and crack, I wish someone would fund them tracks.
Instead [G] it's the van life, I've [C] been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't [C] having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[G] Well, the south of San [G] Luis can be a little [C] gritty, it's a far cry from Seattle's tent [D] cities.
All in all, life's pretty pretty from the Starship Enterprise.
Still a guy with a house and a big old [C] lawn, thinks his block's too good for me to park [D] on.
And bangs on my door with a letter that [G] tells about a thousand [D] ways he can make my life hell.
[G] And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my [C] glass and robbed me blind and siphoned the [D] gas.
At least I know that guy needed it bad, oh I wish that old boy well.
In the meantime, a cop is banging on my [C] door, telling me I can't park here no [D] more.
What do you do, friends, what do you say?
Gotta rev up the engine, drive away.
Chalk it up to the van like I've [C] been told this.
It's [D] a fine line, I've [G] been [Dm] sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't having [C] to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
[Bb] [Eb]
[F] [Bb]
[F] [Ebm]
[Eb] [F] [Bb]
Well, it's a sexy kind of lifestyle for certain [Eb] folks.
Fractal highways, friends like [F] smoke.
It all goes up and you end up alone, [Bb] it's like the internet [F] is your real home.
[Bb] Call of the wild, call of the [Eb] road, you end up searching for a clean commode.
[F] I'm a trucker of emotive payload, backed up on guitar.
Yeah, I'm a public park patron, library sleuth.
[Eb] I'm a thrift store crypt or a [F] western suit.
Bringing out three chords and the truth like a wash [Bb] rag on the bar.
[G] Every [F] time I'm feeling down on my luck, [Eb] think I might trade it in for a couple of bucks.
Now, here's some guy like Elon Musk.
Talk about how we're all gonna get cyber drugs.
I thank God life must be easy when you're one of these dang rich gentlemen.
And I'm pretty [N] sure that I prefer [G] [Bb] the van life.
[Eb] I've been told this, [F] it's a fine line.
[Bb] I've been [F] sold this.
[Bb] It's a fine line between [Eb] heaven and choosing it.
[F] Let's roll up, let's smoke her down.
It's big, big new town, same old night.
The whole world over, whole world over.
Sitting sad and wondering why.
Meritocracy's a lie.
[G] Oh, let's go there.
[Bb]
[C]
[N]
You okay?
[D] You
[C] [D] Well,
[G] [D] I quit my job making minimum [C] wage, worked fairly well twice, necked half my [D] age.
I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage of the young [G] men on the run.
[Dm] [G] We'd rarely paid taxes and shitty [C] insurance, a glove box full of summons and [D] warrants.
I finally tuned to wish things were that weren't, you could say I was looking for fun.
So I [G] bought an old one, red Dodge [C] Ram, bought two pints of whiskey and a thirty of [D] hams.
Now I'm peeing in bottles and eating from cans.
But you can't call me homeless friends, cause I live in a van.
They call it van life, [C] I've been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
It's fine line, we [C] ain't having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
Well, at 7-Eleven's a sure [C] bellyache, I subsist on them here waking bacon.
[D]
Talladega to Chicago's lakes, where I'll take your largest [Dm] queso.
And [G] all the girls from Chickamauga to Pasadena, [C] sneak enviously in my van's rusty [D] body.
This old thing might just be a Bugatti, the way I get it from [G] 60 to zero.
I'm 60 miles apart going to Northern Track, [C] I'm burning rubber, no looking back.
Pushing that thing like a maniac, you get tipped out like a stripper.
In [D] singles and crack, I wish someone would fund them tracks.
Instead [G] it's the van life, I've [C] been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't [C] having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
[C] [D]
[C] [D]
[G] Well, the south of San [G] Luis can be a little [C] gritty, it's a far cry from Seattle's tent [D] cities.
All in all, life's pretty pretty from the Starship Enterprise.
Still a guy with a house and a big old [C] lawn, thinks his block's too good for me to park [D] on.
And bangs on my door with a letter that [G] tells about a thousand [D] ways he can make my life hell.
[G] And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my [C] glass and robbed me blind and siphoned the [D] gas.
At least I know that guy needed it bad, oh I wish that old boy well.
In the meantime, a cop is banging on my [C] door, telling me I can't park here no [D] more.
What do you do, friends, what do you say?
Gotta rev up the engine, drive away.
Chalk it up to the van like I've [C] been told this.
It's [D] a fine line, I've [G] been [Dm] sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't having [C] to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
[Bb] [Eb]
[F] [Bb]
[F] [Ebm]
[Eb] [F] [Bb]
Well, it's a sexy kind of lifestyle for certain [Eb] folks.
Fractal highways, friends like [F] smoke.
It all goes up and you end up alone, [Bb] it's like the internet [F] is your real home.
[Bb] Call of the wild, call of the [Eb] road, you end up searching for a clean commode.
[F] I'm a trucker of emotive payload, backed up on guitar.
Yeah, I'm a public park patron, library sleuth.
[Eb] I'm a thrift store crypt or a [F] western suit.
Bringing out three chords and the truth like a wash [Bb] rag on the bar.
[G] Every [F] time I'm feeling down on my luck, [Eb] think I might trade it in for a couple of bucks.
Now, here's some guy like Elon Musk.
Talk about how we're all gonna get cyber drugs.
I thank God life must be easy when you're one of these dang rich gentlemen.
And I'm pretty [N] sure that I prefer [G] [Bb] the van life.
[Eb] I've been told this, [F] it's a fine line.
[Bb] I've been [F] sold this.
[Bb] It's a fine line between [Eb] heaven and choosing it.
[F] Let's roll up, let's smoke her down.
It's big, big new town, same old night.
The whole world over, whole world over.
Sitting sad and wondering why.
Meritocracy's a lie.
[G] Oh, let's go there.
[Bb]
[C]
[N]
You okay?
[D] You
Key:
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G
C
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Bb
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C
_ _ _ [E] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] Well, _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ I quit my job making minimum [C] wage, worked fairly well twice, necked half my [D] age.
I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage of the young [G] men on the run.
[Dm] _ [G] We'd rarely paid taxes and shitty [C] insurance, a glove box full of summons and [D] warrants.
I finally tuned to wish things were that weren't, you could say I was looking for fun. _
So I [G] bought an old one, red Dodge [C] Ram, bought two pints of whiskey and a thirty of [D] hams.
Now I'm peeing in bottles and eating from cans. _
But you can't call me homeless friends, cause I live in a van.
They call it van life, [C] I've been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
It's fine line, we [C] ain't having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
_ _ _ Well, at 7-Eleven's a sure [C] bellyache, I subsist on them here waking bacon.
[D] _
Talladega to Chicago's lakes, where I'll take your largest [Dm] queso.
And [G] all the girls from Chickamauga to Pasadena, [C] sneak enviously in my van's rusty [D] body.
This old thing might just be a Bugatti, the way I get it from [G] 60 to zero.
_ I'm 60 miles apart going to Northern Track, [C] I'm burning rubber, no looking back.
Pushing that thing like a maniac, you get tipped out like a stripper.
In [D] singles and crack, I wish someone would fund them tracks.
_ Instead [G] it's the van life, I've [C] been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't [C] having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ Well, the south of San [G] Luis can be a little [C] gritty, it's a far cry from Seattle's tent [D] cities.
All in all, life's pretty pretty from the Starship Enterprise. _
Still a guy with a house and a big old [C] lawn, thinks his block's too good for me to park [D] on.
And bangs on my door with a letter that [G] tells about a thousand [D] ways he can make my life hell.
[G] And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my [C] glass and robbed me blind and siphoned the [D] gas.
At least I know that guy needed it bad, oh I wish that old boy well.
In the meantime, a cop is banging on my [C] door, telling me I can't park here no [D] more.
What do you do, friends, what do you say?
Gotta rev up the engine, drive away.
_ Chalk it up to the van like I've [C] been told this.
It's [D] a fine line, I've [G] been [Dm] sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't having [C] to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this. _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ Well, it's a sexy kind of lifestyle for certain [Eb] folks.
Fractal highways, friends like [F] smoke.
It all goes up and you end up alone, [Bb] it's like the internet [F] is your real home.
[Bb] Call of the wild, call of the [Eb] road, you end up searching for a clean commode.
[F] I'm a trucker of emotive payload, backed up on guitar.
_ Yeah, I'm a public park patron, library sleuth.
[Eb] I'm a thrift store crypt or a [F] western suit.
Bringing out three chords and the truth like a wash [Bb] rag on the bar.
[G] Every [F] time I'm feeling down on my luck, [Eb] think I might trade it in for a couple of bucks.
Now, here's some guy like Elon Musk.
Talk about how we're all gonna get cyber drugs.
I thank God life must be easy when you're one of these dang rich _ gentlemen.
_ _ And I'm pretty [N] sure that I prefer _ [G] _ [Bb] the van life.
[Eb] I've been told this, [F] it's a fine line.
[Bb] I've been [F] sold this.
[Bb] It's a fine line between [Eb] heaven and choosing it.
[F] Let's roll up, let's smoke her down.
It's big, big new town, same old night.
The whole world over, whole world over.
Sitting sad and wondering why.
_ Meritocracy's a lie.
_ [G] Oh, let's go there.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ You okay?
[D] You
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] Well, _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ I quit my job making minimum [C] wage, worked fairly well twice, necked half my [D] age.
I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage of the young [G] men on the run.
[Dm] _ [G] We'd rarely paid taxes and shitty [C] insurance, a glove box full of summons and [D] warrants.
I finally tuned to wish things were that weren't, you could say I was looking for fun. _
So I [G] bought an old one, red Dodge [C] Ram, bought two pints of whiskey and a thirty of [D] hams.
Now I'm peeing in bottles and eating from cans. _
But you can't call me homeless friends, cause I live in a van.
They call it van life, [C] I've been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
It's fine line, we [C] ain't having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this.
_ _ _ Well, at 7-Eleven's a sure [C] bellyache, I subsist on them here waking bacon.
[D] _
Talladega to Chicago's lakes, where I'll take your largest [Dm] queso.
And [G] all the girls from Chickamauga to Pasadena, [C] sneak enviously in my van's rusty [D] body.
This old thing might just be a Bugatti, the way I get it from [G] 60 to zero.
_ I'm 60 miles apart going to Northern Track, [C] I'm burning rubber, no looking back.
Pushing that thing like a maniac, you get tipped out like a stripper.
In [D] singles and crack, I wish someone would fund them tracks.
_ Instead [G] it's the van life, I've [C] been told this.
[D] It's a fine line, I've been sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't [C] having to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ Well, the south of San [G] Luis can be a little [C] gritty, it's a far cry from Seattle's tent [D] cities.
All in all, life's pretty pretty from the Starship Enterprise. _
Still a guy with a house and a big old [C] lawn, thinks his block's too good for me to park [D] on.
And bangs on my door with a letter that [G] tells about a thousand [D] ways he can make my life hell.
[G] And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my [C] glass and robbed me blind and siphoned the [D] gas.
At least I know that guy needed it bad, oh I wish that old boy well.
In the meantime, a cop is banging on my [C] door, telling me I can't park here no [D] more.
What do you do, friends, what do you say?
Gotta rev up the engine, drive away.
_ Chalk it up to the van like I've [C] been told this.
It's [D] a fine line, I've [G] been [Dm] sold this.
[G] It's a fine line, we ain't having [C] to in choosing it.
[D] Let's roll up, [G] let's blow this. _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ Well, it's a sexy kind of lifestyle for certain [Eb] folks.
Fractal highways, friends like [F] smoke.
It all goes up and you end up alone, [Bb] it's like the internet [F] is your real home.
[Bb] Call of the wild, call of the [Eb] road, you end up searching for a clean commode.
[F] I'm a trucker of emotive payload, backed up on guitar.
_ Yeah, I'm a public park patron, library sleuth.
[Eb] I'm a thrift store crypt or a [F] western suit.
Bringing out three chords and the truth like a wash [Bb] rag on the bar.
[G] Every [F] time I'm feeling down on my luck, [Eb] think I might trade it in for a couple of bucks.
Now, here's some guy like Elon Musk.
Talk about how we're all gonna get cyber drugs.
I thank God life must be easy when you're one of these dang rich _ gentlemen.
_ _ And I'm pretty [N] sure that I prefer _ [G] _ [Bb] the van life.
[Eb] I've been told this, [F] it's a fine line.
[Bb] I've been [F] sold this.
[Bb] It's a fine line between [Eb] heaven and choosing it.
[F] Let's roll up, let's smoke her down.
It's big, big new town, same old night.
The whole world over, whole world over.
Sitting sad and wondering why.
_ Meritocracy's a lie.
_ [G] Oh, let's go there.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ You okay?
[D] You