Chords for Buddy Miller: Worry Too Much
Tempo:
118.9 bpm
Chords used:
F
Eb
Bb
Fm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Fm] [Eb] [F] [Bb]
[F] [Bb] [Ab] [Bb]
[F] [Eb]
[F] [Cm] [Bb]
[Fm] It's the demolition derby.
[Eb] [F]
It's the sport of the hunt.
[Eb] [Fm]
It's the crowd [Eb] driving full [Bb] war dance.
[Eb] It's the [Fm] slow smile that the bullet gives the runt.
[Ab]
It's the [F] force of inertia.
[Bb] [F]
It's the lack of constraint.
It's the [Bb] children out playing in the rock garden,
[Eb] all dolloped up in [F] black hats and war [Cm] paint.
[C] Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my hands?
Hey!
[F] [Cm] I worry [Fm] too much.
Somebody told me that I worry too much.
Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too [Ab] much.
[F] Somebody told [Eb] me that I worry too [F] much.
[Bb]
[Fm] [Cm] [Ab]
[F] [Eb] [Fm]
If [C] [Ab]
[Eb] [F] these sandpaper [Eb] eyes, [F]
it's the way
they rub the luster from what is seen.
It's the way [Eb] we tell [Bb] ourselves that all [Eb] these things
are normal [F] till we can't remember what we [Bb] mean.
The [F] flicker of our flame.
Hey, it's born to live it.
It's the way [Eb] we beat a hot, [Bb]
retrieving heat
[Ebm] from smoking [F] guns into the river.
[Fm] [C] Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my hands?
[F] Oh, [C] I worry too [F] much.
[Fm] Somebody told me that [Cm] I worry [F] too much.
[Ab] Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
[Ab] Somebody told me that I worry [Eb] too much.
[Fm]
[Cm] [Bb] [Ab]
[Bb]
[F]
[N] It's the quickstep march of history.
It's the vanity of nation.
[C] And it's the way [Fm] there'll be no muffled drum
[F] to mark the passing of my generation.
The [Fm] children of my children.
Hey, it's the land born in [Eb] innocence.
[F] [Fm] It's wondering if [Eb] the good I know [D] will last.
[Eb] It'll be seen by [F] the eyes of the little ones.
[Cm] [C] Sometimes it feels like hard to see.
How can I bend with my hands?
[F] Oh, [Eb] I worry too much.
[Fm] Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry [Bb] too much.
[F] Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry too much.
[F] Oh, [C]
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me that I worry [Bb] too [Eb] [F] much.
Oh, [C]
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me I didn't worry too [Ebm] much
[Bb] Yeah, [Ab] yeah
[Bb] [Eb] [Fm] [F] [Eb]
[F] [Eb]
[F] [Cm] [F]
[F] [Bb] [Ab] [Bb]
[F] [Eb]
[F] [Cm] [Bb]
[Fm] It's the demolition derby.
[Eb] [F]
It's the sport of the hunt.
[Eb] [Fm]
It's the crowd [Eb] driving full [Bb] war dance.
[Eb] It's the [Fm] slow smile that the bullet gives the runt.
[Ab]
It's the [F] force of inertia.
[Bb] [F]
It's the lack of constraint.
It's the [Bb] children out playing in the rock garden,
[Eb] all dolloped up in [F] black hats and war [Cm] paint.
[C] Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my hands?
Hey!
[F] [Cm] I worry [Fm] too much.
Somebody told me that I worry too much.
Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too [Ab] much.
[F] Somebody told [Eb] me that I worry too [F] much.
[Bb]
[Fm] [Cm] [Ab]
[F] [Eb] [Fm]
If [C] [Ab]
[Eb] [F] these sandpaper [Eb] eyes, [F]
it's the way
they rub the luster from what is seen.
It's the way [Eb] we tell [Bb] ourselves that all [Eb] these things
are normal [F] till we can't remember what we [Bb] mean.
The [F] flicker of our flame.
Hey, it's born to live it.
It's the way [Eb] we beat a hot, [Bb]
retrieving heat
[Ebm] from smoking [F] guns into the river.
[Fm] [C] Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my hands?
[F] Oh, [C] I worry too [F] much.
[Fm] Somebody told me that [Cm] I worry [F] too much.
[Ab] Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
[Ab] Somebody told me that I worry [Eb] too much.
[Fm]
[Cm] [Bb] [Ab]
[Bb]
[F]
[N] It's the quickstep march of history.
It's the vanity of nation.
[C] And it's the way [Fm] there'll be no muffled drum
[F] to mark the passing of my generation.
The [Fm] children of my children.
Hey, it's the land born in [Eb] innocence.
[F] [Fm] It's wondering if [Eb] the good I know [D] will last.
[Eb] It'll be seen by [F] the eyes of the little ones.
[Cm] [C] Sometimes it feels like hard to see.
How can I bend with my hands?
[F] Oh, [Eb] I worry too much.
[Fm] Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry [Bb] too much.
[F] Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry too much.
[F] Oh, [C]
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me that I worry [Bb] too [Eb] [F] much.
Oh, [C]
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me I didn't worry too [Ebm] much
[Bb] Yeah, [Ab] yeah
[Bb] [Eb] [Fm] [F] [Eb]
[F] [Eb]
[F] [Cm] [F]
Key:
F
Eb
Bb
Fm
C
F
Eb
Bb
[Fm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _ _
_ [F] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Fm] It's the demolition derby.
[Eb] _ [F] _ _
It's the sport of the hunt.
[Eb] _ [Fm] _ _
It's the crowd [Eb] driving full [Bb] war dance.
[Eb] It's the [Fm] slow smile that the bullet gives the runt.
_ [Ab]
It's the [F] force of inertia.
[Bb] _ _ _ [F]
It's the lack of constraint. _ _
It's the [Bb] children out playing in the rock garden,
[Eb] all dolloped up in [F] black hats and war [Cm] paint. _ _
_ [C] _ Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my _ hands?
Hey!
[F] _ _ _ [Cm] I worry [Fm] too much.
_ Somebody told me that I worry too much.
_ Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too [Ab] much.
[F] Somebody told [Eb] me that I worry too [F] much.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ If _ _ _ [C] _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] [F] these sandpaper [Eb] eyes, [F] _
_ it's the way
they rub the luster from what is seen.
_ It's the way [Eb] we tell [Bb] ourselves that all [Eb] these things
are normal [F] till we can't remember what we [Bb] mean.
_ The [F] flicker of our flame. _
Hey, _ it's born to live it.
_ _ It's the way [Eb] we beat a hot, [Bb]
retrieving heat
[Ebm] from smoking [F] guns into the river. _
[Fm] _ _ _ [C] _ Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my hands?
_ _ _ _ [F] Oh, _ [C] I worry too [F] much.
[Fm] Somebody told me that [Cm] I worry [F] too much.
_ [Ab] Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
_ [Ab] Somebody told me that I worry [Eb] too _ much. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ It's the quickstep march of history.
_ It's the vanity of nation.
_ [C] _ And it's the way [Fm] there'll be no muffled drum
[F] to mark the passing of my generation. _ _
_ _ _ The [Fm] children of my children.
_ _ Hey, it's the land born in [Eb] innocence.
[F] _ _ [Fm] It's wondering if [Eb] the good I know [D] will last.
[Eb] It'll be seen by [F] the eyes of the little ones.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] Sometimes it feels like hard to see.
How can I bend with my hands?
_ _ _ [F] _ Oh, [Eb] I worry too much.
[Fm] _ Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry [Bb] too much.
[F] _ Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
_ Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry too much.
[F] Oh, _ [C]
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me that I worry [Bb] too [Eb] [F] much.
Oh, _ _ [C] _
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me I didn't worry too [Ebm] much _ _ _
_ [Bb] Yeah, [Ab] _ yeah
[Bb] _ [Eb] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[F] _ [Cm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _ _
_ [F] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Fm] It's the demolition derby.
[Eb] _ [F] _ _
It's the sport of the hunt.
[Eb] _ [Fm] _ _
It's the crowd [Eb] driving full [Bb] war dance.
[Eb] It's the [Fm] slow smile that the bullet gives the runt.
_ [Ab]
It's the [F] force of inertia.
[Bb] _ _ _ [F]
It's the lack of constraint. _ _
It's the [Bb] children out playing in the rock garden,
[Eb] all dolloped up in [F] black hats and war [Cm] paint. _ _
_ [C] _ Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my _ hands?
Hey!
[F] _ _ _ [Cm] I worry [Fm] too much.
_ Somebody told me that I worry too much.
_ Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too [Ab] much.
[F] Somebody told [Eb] me that I worry too [F] much.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ If _ _ _ [C] _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] [F] these sandpaper [Eb] eyes, [F] _
_ it's the way
they rub the luster from what is seen.
_ It's the way [Eb] we tell [Bb] ourselves that all [Eb] these things
are normal [F] till we can't remember what we [Bb] mean.
_ The [F] flicker of our flame. _
Hey, _ it's born to live it.
_ _ It's the way [Eb] we beat a hot, [Bb]
retrieving heat
[Ebm] from smoking [F] guns into the river. _
[Fm] _ _ _ [C] _ Sometimes it feels like hard to sleep.
How can I bend with my hands?
_ _ _ _ [F] Oh, _ [C] I worry too [F] much.
[Fm] Somebody told me that [Cm] I worry [F] too much.
_ [Ab] Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
_ [Ab] Somebody told me that I worry [Eb] too _ much. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ It's the quickstep march of history.
_ It's the vanity of nation.
_ [C] _ And it's the way [Fm] there'll be no muffled drum
[F] to mark the passing of my generation. _ _
_ _ _ The [Fm] children of my children.
_ _ Hey, it's the land born in [Eb] innocence.
[F] _ _ [Fm] It's wondering if [Eb] the good I know [D] will last.
[Eb] It'll be seen by [F] the eyes of the little ones.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] Sometimes it feels like hard to see.
How can I bend with my hands?
_ _ _ [F] _ Oh, [Eb] I worry too much.
[Fm] _ Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry [Bb] too much.
[F] _ Oh, [Eb] I worry [F] too much.
_ Somebody told me [Eb] that I worry too much.
[F] Oh, _ [C]
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me that I worry [Bb] too [Eb] [F] much.
Oh, _ _ [C] _
[Eb] I worry too [F] much.
Somebody [C] told [Eb] me I didn't worry too [Ebm] much _ _ _
_ [Bb] Yeah, [Ab] _ yeah
[Bb] _ [Eb] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[F] _ [Cm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _