Chords for Worry Too Much
Tempo:
119.7 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
E
Em
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
It's a demolition derby, it's a sport of the hunt.
It's a [G] proud driving full [D] war dance.
[G] It's a slow smile [A] that fully gives the run.
It's a force of inertia.
It's a lack of constraint.
It's the [G] children out playing [D] in the rock garden, [G] all dolled up [A] in black hats and war paint.
[E]
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot fit with my hands.
[Am]
[Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
Somebody told [G] me that I [A] worry too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
[E] Somebody told me that [G] I worry too
[A] much.
[Am] [A] Oh, [A] it's these sandpaper eyes, the way they rub the luster from what is seen.
It's the way [D] we tell ourselves that all these things [G] are normal till we [A] can't remember what we mean.
It's the flicker of our [Am] flames.
[A] It's the friction born of living.
It's the way we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and he locks [G] smoking guns [Am] into the river.
[A] [E] And sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands.
[A]
[E] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much.
[E] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
[E] Oh, oh, [G] I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Somebody told me [G] that I worry too [A]
much.
[G] [E] [A]
[G] [Am] [A]
[D] [E] [Am]
It's a [A] quick step march of history, the vanity of nations.
[Am] [A] It's the way there'll [G] be no muffled [F#] drums to mark the [G] passage to my [A]
generation.
It's the children of my children.
It's the lamb born in innocence.
It's wondering [D] if the good I [D] know will last to [G] be seen by the [A] eyes of the little ones.
[E]
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands.
[Am]
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [D] that I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [G] that I worry too [A]
[G] much.
[Em] [A] Oh, oh,
[E] worry
[D] [E] [A] too
[G] [Em] much.
[A] [Dm] [A] [N]
It's a demolition derby, it's a sport of the hunt.
It's a [G] proud driving full [D] war dance.
[G] It's a slow smile [A] that fully gives the run.
It's a force of inertia.
It's a lack of constraint.
It's the [G] children out playing [D] in the rock garden, [G] all dolled up [A] in black hats and war paint.
[E]
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot fit with my hands.
[Am]
[Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
Somebody told [G] me that I [A] worry too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
[E] Somebody told me that [G] I worry too
[A] much.
[Am] [A] Oh, [A] it's these sandpaper eyes, the way they rub the luster from what is seen.
It's the way [D] we tell ourselves that all these things [G] are normal till we [A] can't remember what we mean.
It's the flicker of our [Am] flames.
[A] It's the friction born of living.
It's the way we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and he locks [G] smoking guns [Am] into the river.
[A] [E] And sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands.
[A]
[E] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much.
[E] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
[E] Oh, oh, [G] I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Somebody told me [G] that I worry too [A]
much.
[G] [E] [A]
[G] [Am] [A]
[D] [E] [Am]
It's a [A] quick step march of history, the vanity of nations.
[Am] [A] It's the way there'll [G] be no muffled [F#] drums to mark the [G] passage to my [A]
generation.
It's the children of my children.
It's the lamb born in innocence.
It's wondering [D] if the good I [D] know will last to [G] be seen by the [A] eyes of the little ones.
[E]
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands.
[Am]
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [D] that I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [G] that I worry too [A]
[G] much.
[Em] [A] Oh, oh,
[E] worry
[D] [E] [A] too
[G] [Em] much.
[A] [Dm] [A] [N]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a demolition derby, _ _ _ it's a sport of the hunt. _ _ _
It's a [G] proud driving full [D] war dance.
[G] It's a slow smile [A] that fully gives the run.
_ _ _ It's a force of inertia.
_ _ _ It's a lack of constraint.
_ _ It's the [G] children out playing [D] in the rock garden, [G] all dolled up [A] in black hats and war paint.
_ _ _ _ [E] _
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot fit with my _ _ hands.
_ [Am] _
_ [Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
Somebody told [G] me that I [A] worry too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
[E] Somebody told me that [G] I worry too _ _
[A] much.
_ [Am] _ _ [A] _ Oh, _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ it's these sandpaper eyes, _ _ the way they rub the luster from what is seen.
It's the way [D] we tell ourselves that all these things [G] are normal till we [A] can't remember what we mean.
_ _ _ It's the flicker of our _ [Am] flames.
_ [A] It's the friction born of living.
_ _ It's the way we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and he locks [G] smoking guns [Am] into the river.
_ _ _ [A] _ [E] And sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my _ _ _ hands.
[A] _
[E] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much. _
_ [E] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much. _
[E] Oh, oh, [G] I worry [A] too much. _
[Em] Somebody told me [G] that I worry too _ [A]
much.
[G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a [A] quick step march of history, _ _ the vanity of nations.
[Am] _ _ [A] _ It's the way there'll [G] be no muffled [F#] drums to mark the [G] passage to my [A]
generation.
_ _ _ _ _ It's the children of my children.
_ _ It's the lamb born in innocence.
_ _ It's wondering [D] if the good I [D] know will last to [G] be seen by the [A] eyes of the little ones.
_ _ _ [E]
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands.
_ _ _ [Am] _
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too _ much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [D] that I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [G] that I worry too _ [A] _
[G] much.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] Oh, oh, _
_ [E] worry _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] too _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Em] much.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a demolition derby, _ _ _ it's a sport of the hunt. _ _ _
It's a [G] proud driving full [D] war dance.
[G] It's a slow smile [A] that fully gives the run.
_ _ _ It's a force of inertia.
_ _ _ It's a lack of constraint.
_ _ It's the [G] children out playing [D] in the rock garden, [G] all dolled up [A] in black hats and war paint.
_ _ _ _ [E] _
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot fit with my _ _ hands.
_ [Am] _
_ [Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
Somebody told [G] me that I [A] worry too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much.
[E] Somebody told me that [G] I worry too _ _
[A] much.
_ [Am] _ _ [A] _ Oh, _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ it's these sandpaper eyes, _ _ the way they rub the luster from what is seen.
It's the way [D] we tell ourselves that all these things [G] are normal till we [A] can't remember what we mean.
_ _ _ It's the flicker of our _ [Am] flames.
_ [A] It's the friction born of living.
_ _ It's the way we [G] beat a hot [D] retreat and he locks [G] smoking guns [Am] into the river.
_ _ _ [A] _ [E] And sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my _ _ _ hands.
[A] _
[E] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much. _
_ [E] Oh, oh, worry [A] too much. _
[E] Oh, oh, [G] I worry [A] too much. _
[Em] Somebody told me [G] that I worry too _ [A]
much.
[G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It's a [A] quick step march of history, _ _ the vanity of nations.
[Am] _ _ [A] _ It's the way there'll [G] be no muffled [F#] drums to mark the [G] passage to my [A]
generation.
_ _ _ _ _ It's the children of my children.
_ _ It's the lamb born in innocence.
_ _ It's wondering [D] if the good I [D] know will last to [G] be seen by the [A] eyes of the little ones.
_ _ _ [E]
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands.
_ _ _ [Am] _
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too [Am] much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [E] told me [G] that I worry [A] too _ much.
[Em] Oh, oh, [G] worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [D] that I worry [A] too much.
[Em] Oh, oh, I worry [A] too much.
Somebody [Em] told me [G] that I worry too _ [A] _
[G] much.
_ [Em] _ _ [A] Oh, oh, _
_ [E] worry _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] too _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Em] much.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [N] _