Chords for Bellevue Boy (Studio Version) - Rusty Cage
Tempo:
60.15 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Bbm
Fm
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
The following composition is entitled Bellevue Boy.
It is about finding love in an insane asylum.
This track appears on my upcoming EP, but you can also download it by going to rustycage.bandcamp.com.
Because there is no video of me recording the music, it will be accompanied by Three Card Monty.
Enjoy.
[Ab] [Ab]
Through the [Eb] bars, the sun goes down.
[Bbm] I sit alone [Fm] in my padded cell.
[Ab]
Waiting for [Eb] the morning to come.
[Bbm] My baby's locked [Fm] in room 101.
[Ab]
And I know
[Eb] doctors said
[Bbm] About the [Fm] voices inside of my head.
Can I find love [Eb] at a place like this?
[Db] Yeah, little dab will do you [Fm] now.
[Ab] Well, we were out in the yard [Eb] when I first saw you there.
[Bbm] Running your fingers through your malnourished hair.
[Ab] I asked you to be my [Eb] woman.
Yeah, you said [Bbm] maybe.
It ain't easy being [Fm] crazy, but I'm crazy for you, [Ab] baby.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll spend [Eb] the rest of our lives
[Db] talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night.
[Eb] [Bbm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bbm] [Ab] Like the spider eats the fly, [Eb] the bird eats the spider.
[Bbm] You take your [Fm] pills, you wash it down with apple [Ab] cider.
My friends, they tell me they [Eb] like you.
They live in my head.
[Bb] I think [Fm] about you when they strap me to the [Ab] bed.
Yeah.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll [Eb] spend the rest of our [Db] lives
talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night.
It is about finding love in an insane asylum.
This track appears on my upcoming EP, but you can also download it by going to rustycage.bandcamp.com.
Because there is no video of me recording the music, it will be accompanied by Three Card Monty.
Enjoy.
[Ab] [Ab]
Through the [Eb] bars, the sun goes down.
[Bbm] I sit alone [Fm] in my padded cell.
[Ab]
Waiting for [Eb] the morning to come.
[Bbm] My baby's locked [Fm] in room 101.
[Ab]
And I know
[Eb] doctors said
[Bbm] About the [Fm] voices inside of my head.
Can I find love [Eb] at a place like this?
[Db] Yeah, little dab will do you [Fm] now.
[Ab] Well, we were out in the yard [Eb] when I first saw you there.
[Bbm] Running your fingers through your malnourished hair.
[Ab] I asked you to be my [Eb] woman.
Yeah, you said [Bbm] maybe.
It ain't easy being [Fm] crazy, but I'm crazy for you, [Ab] baby.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll spend [Eb] the rest of our lives
[Db] talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night.
[Eb] [Bbm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bbm] [Ab] Like the spider eats the fly, [Eb] the bird eats the spider.
[Bbm] You take your [Fm] pills, you wash it down with apple [Ab] cider.
My friends, they tell me they [Eb] like you.
They live in my head.
[Bb] I think [Fm] about you when they strap me to the [Ab] bed.
Yeah.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll [Eb] spend the rest of our [Db] lives
talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night.
Key:
Ab
Eb
Bbm
Fm
Db
Ab
Eb
Bbm
The following composition is entitled Bellevue Boy.
It is about finding love in an insane asylum.
This track appears on my upcoming EP, but you can also download it by going to rustycage.bandcamp.com.
Because there is no video of me recording the music, it will be accompanied by Three Card Monty.
Enjoy.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Ab]
Through the [Eb] bars, the sun goes down.
[Bbm] I sit alone [Fm] in my padded cell.
[Ab]
Waiting for [Eb] the morning to come.
[Bbm] My baby's locked [Fm] in room 101.
[Ab]
And I know
[Eb] doctors said
[Bbm] About the [Fm] voices inside of my head.
Can I find love [Eb] at a place like this?
[Db] Yeah, little dab will do you [Fm] now.
[Ab] Well, we were out in the yard [Eb] when I first saw you there.
[Bbm] Running your fingers through your malnourished hair.
[Ab] I asked you to be my [Eb] woman.
Yeah, you said [Bbm] maybe.
It ain't easy being [Fm] crazy, but I'm crazy for you, [Ab] baby.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll spend [Eb] the rest of our lives
[Db] talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night.
[Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] Like the spider eats the fly, [Eb] the bird eats the spider.
[Bbm] You take your [Fm] pills, you wash it down with apple [Ab] cider.
My friends, they tell me they [Eb] like you.
They live in my head.
[Bb] I think [Fm] about you when they strap me to the [Ab] bed.
Yeah.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll [Eb] spend the rest of our [Db] lives
talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It is about finding love in an insane asylum.
This track appears on my upcoming EP, but you can also download it by going to rustycage.bandcamp.com.
Because there is no video of me recording the music, it will be accompanied by Three Card Monty.
Enjoy.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [Ab]
Through the [Eb] bars, the sun goes down.
[Bbm] I sit alone [Fm] in my padded cell.
[Ab]
Waiting for [Eb] the morning to come.
[Bbm] My baby's locked [Fm] in room 101.
[Ab]
And I know
[Eb] doctors said
[Bbm] About the [Fm] voices inside of my head.
Can I find love [Eb] at a place like this?
[Db] Yeah, little dab will do you [Fm] now.
[Ab] Well, we were out in the yard [Eb] when I first saw you there.
[Bbm] Running your fingers through your malnourished hair.
[Ab] I asked you to be my [Eb] woman.
Yeah, you said [Bbm] maybe.
It ain't easy being [Fm] crazy, but I'm crazy for you, [Ab] baby.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll spend [Eb] the rest of our lives
[Db] talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night.
[Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] Like the spider eats the fly, [Eb] the bird eats the spider.
[Bbm] You take your [Fm] pills, you wash it down with apple [Ab] cider.
My friends, they tell me they [Eb] like you.
They live in my head.
[Bb] I think [Fm] about you when they strap me to the [Ab] bed.
Yeah.
I'll [Eb] be
Bellevue Boy.
[Db] If you'll be my psychopathic [Ab] woman.
We'll [Eb] spend the rest of our [Db] lives
talking to [Dbm] ourselves.
Bouncing off the [Ab] walls all night. _ _ _ _ _ _ _