Chords for All Revved up with No Place to Go

[N] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
I was nothing but a lonely [G] boy looking for something [A] new.
_ _ _ _ And you were nothing but a lonely [G] girl, but you were something, [E] something like a dream come true.
I [D] was a Boston attack, Atlanta hell of a lot. _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ It was Saturday [C#m] _ night.
_ [D] I felt the fever [A] grow.
Didn't know what it's like, all wrapped up but no place to go.
Didn't know what it's like, all [D] wrapped up but [A] no place to go. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _
In the middle of a [G] scheming night, I'm tossing in [A] my sleep. _ _
_ _ _ In the middle of a red [G]-eyed dream, I see you [E] coming, coming on to give it to me.
When [D] I was out on the edge of the track, [E] Atlanta son of a jack.
_ [D] _ _ _
[A] _ It was Saturday [C#m] night.
_ _ [D] I felt the fever [A] grow.
Didn't know what it's like, [D] all wrapped up [E] but no [A] place to go.
Didn't know what it's like, all [D] wrapped up but no [A] place to go. _ _ _ _
_ [D] Oh baby, I'm a haunter [Am] in the dark [A] of the forest.
[D] I've been stalking you and tracking you down.
[A] _ _
[D] Cruising up and down [A] the main drag all night long.
_ [C] _
_ _ Like [D] I'm descending at the top of [A] the world. _
[D] Instead of sinking further down [A] in the morn.
_ _ [C] You and me, pound about midnight.
[E] You and me, pound about midnight.
Someone got the jaw first, _ jaw first.
Someone got the jaw [G] first blood.
_ _ Someone got the _ [D] jaw. _ _
[A] Oh, I got the jaw [D] first, jaw.
_ _ [Am] Oh, I _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ got the jaw first blood.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ Well I [D] was out in the crowd, I led you to track, and [E] I'm the stronger _ leader of [A] the pack.
Every Saturday [C#m]
night, _ _ [D] I felt the fever [A] grow.
Do you know what it's like?
All wrapped [D] up, with no [E]
place to [A] go.
Do you know what it's like?
All wrapped up, no place to go. _ _ _
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I was lookin' for an old American boy, lookin' up for somethin' to do.
And you were nothin' more than a little old American [D] girl, but you were somethin' like a 3 [A]-D punk crew.
I [D] was a monster in tact, but I had a hell of a [E] block, and when I played my guitar, I made you stand your rock.
[A] But every Saturday night, I felt the fever grow.
[C] All wrapped up, with no [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ place to go.