Chords for Bury Me in My Shades
Tempo:
175.05 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
C
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
In a pad with no heat up [Ab] on Sullivan Street, [Eb]
the last of the hipsters [Bb] lay dying,
[Eb] wearing
his shade so [Ab] like no one could tell [Eb] like whether or [C] not he was crying.
[Eb] All the junkies and loners [Ab] and coffee shop owners [Eb] were all gathered round [Bb] his bed.
[Eb] He took one last puff of [Ab] some imported [Fm] stuff [Eb] and these are [Bb] the last words [Ebm] he said.
[Eb] He said, send my sandals home to [Ab] mom, hang my t-shirt [Eb] away, [Bb]
[Ab] burn my [Fm] guitar [Eb] in Washington
Square cause I never learned how [Bb] to play.
[C]
[Eb] Give my pad to some needy lad [Ab]
and tell him the rent [Eb] is all paid.
[Ab] Keep my cash and [Eb] my stash and [C] my hash [F] but bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
Chorus!
[Eb] Bury me in my shades.
[Ab] Chorus!
[G] Bury me in [Eb] my shades.
[Ab] Burn my guitar in [C] Washington Square,
[F] so [Bb] bury me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
[Eb]
He said, give my Brooklyn chicks away [Ab] to [Fm] anyone [Eb] who needs them.
[Ab] Give [C] all of [Eb] my poems away to anyone
[Bb] who'll read them.
[D]
[Eb] Dig me a grave near the coffee shop [Ab] and let a sad folk [Eb] song be played.
[Ab] Get everyone high [Eb] on the moment [C] that died.
[F] Bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
Chorus!
[Eb] Bury me in my shades.
[Ab]
Bury me in [Eb] my shades.
[Ab] Burn my [C] guitar [Eb] in Washington [C] Square, [F] but bury me in [Eb] my shades.
We threw his sandals [Ebm] out in [Eb] the hall.
[Ab] We left his t [Eb]
-shirt laid.
We [Fm] sold his guitar [Eb] at the corner bar for someone who knew [Bb] how to play.
[G] [Eb] We smoked all his stash and spent all his cash [Ab] and threw all his poems [Eb]
away.
[Ab] And Bob got his records, [Eb] Ed got [C] his books, [F] and I got [Bb] the poor [Eb] beatnik [G] shades.
[Bb] Oh, bury [Eb] me in my shades.
He said, [Ab]
bury me in [Eb] my shades.
Burn my guitar [Gb]
[Eb] in Washington [C]
Square, [F] but bury [Bb]
me in my [Eb] shades.
[N]
the last of the hipsters [Bb] lay dying,
[Eb] wearing
his shade so [Ab] like no one could tell [Eb] like whether or [C] not he was crying.
[Eb] All the junkies and loners [Ab] and coffee shop owners [Eb] were all gathered round [Bb] his bed.
[Eb] He took one last puff of [Ab] some imported [Fm] stuff [Eb] and these are [Bb] the last words [Ebm] he said.
[Eb] He said, send my sandals home to [Ab] mom, hang my t-shirt [Eb] away, [Bb]
[Ab] burn my [Fm] guitar [Eb] in Washington
Square cause I never learned how [Bb] to play.
[C]
[Eb] Give my pad to some needy lad [Ab]
and tell him the rent [Eb] is all paid.
[Ab] Keep my cash and [Eb] my stash and [C] my hash [F] but bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
Chorus!
[Eb] Bury me in my shades.
[Ab] Chorus!
[G] Bury me in [Eb] my shades.
[Ab] Burn my guitar in [C] Washington Square,
[F] so [Bb] bury me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
[Eb]
He said, give my Brooklyn chicks away [Ab] to [Fm] anyone [Eb] who needs them.
[Ab] Give [C] all of [Eb] my poems away to anyone
[Bb] who'll read them.
[D]
[Eb] Dig me a grave near the coffee shop [Ab] and let a sad folk [Eb] song be played.
[Ab] Get everyone high [Eb] on the moment [C] that died.
[F] Bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
Chorus!
[Eb] Bury me in my shades.
[Ab]
Bury me in [Eb] my shades.
[Ab] Burn my [C] guitar [Eb] in Washington [C] Square, [F] but bury me in [Eb] my shades.
We threw his sandals [Ebm] out in [Eb] the hall.
[Ab] We left his t [Eb]
-shirt laid.
We [Fm] sold his guitar [Eb] at the corner bar for someone who knew [Bb] how to play.
[G] [Eb] We smoked all his stash and spent all his cash [Ab] and threw all his poems [Eb]
away.
[Ab] And Bob got his records, [Eb] Ed got [C] his books, [F] and I got [Bb] the poor [Eb] beatnik [G] shades.
[Bb] Oh, bury [Eb] me in my shades.
He said, [Ab]
bury me in [Eb] my shades.
Burn my guitar [Gb]
[Eb] in Washington [C]
Square, [F] but bury [Bb]
me in my [Eb] shades.
[N]
Key:
Eb
Ab
Bb
C
F
Eb
Ab
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _
In _ a pad with no heat up [Ab] on Sullivan _ Street, _ [Eb]
the last of the hipsters [Bb] lay dying, _ _ _ _
[Eb] wearing
his shade so [Ab] like no one could tell [Eb] like whether or [C] not he was crying. _ _
[Eb] All the junkies and loners [Ab] and coffee shop owners [Eb] were all gathered round [Bb] his bed. _ _ _
[Eb] He took one last puff of [Ab] some _ imported [Fm] stuff [Eb] and these are [Bb] the last words [Ebm] he said.
_ _ [Eb] He said, send my _ sandals home to [Ab] mom, _ hang my t-shirt [Eb] away, _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Ab] burn my _ [Fm] guitar [Eb] in Washington
_ _ Square cause I never learned how [Bb] to play.
_ [C] _ _
[Eb] Give my pad to some needy lad _ [Ab]
and tell him the rent [Eb] is all paid. _ _ _
[Ab] Keep my cash and [Eb] my stash and [C] my hash [F] but bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
_ Chorus!
[Eb] _ _ Bury me in my shades. _ _
[Ab] Chorus!
_ [G] Bury me in [Eb] my _ shades. _ _
[Ab] Burn my _ guitar in _ [C] Washington Square, _
[F] so [Bb] bury me in [Eb] my _ [C] _ shades. _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _
He said, give my Brooklyn _ _ chicks away [Ab] to _ _ [Fm] anyone [Eb] who needs them. _ _
[Ab] _ Give [C] all of [Eb] my poems _ away to _ _ anyone _
[Bb] who'll read them.
[D] _ _
[Eb] Dig me a grave near the coffee shop _ [Ab] and let a sad folk [Eb] song be _ played. _ _
[Ab] Get everyone high [Eb] on the moment [C] that died.
_ [F] _ Bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
Chorus!
_ [Eb] _ Bury me in my shades.
[Ab] _ _
_ _ Bury me in [Eb] my _ _ shades. _
[Ab] Burn my _ [C] guitar [Eb] in Washington [C] Square, [F] but _ bury me in [Eb] my _ _ shades. _
_ _ _ _ _
We threw his sandals [Ebm] out in [Eb] the hall. _
[Ab] We left his t [Eb]
-shirt laid.
_ _ We [Fm] sold his guitar [Eb] at the corner bar for someone who knew [Bb] how to play.
_ _ [G] _ [Eb] We smoked all his stash and spent all his cash [Ab] and threw all his poems [Eb] _
away.
_ _ [Ab] And Bob got his records, [Eb] Ed got [C] his books, [F] and I got [Bb] the poor [Eb] beatnik [G] shades.
_ [Bb] Oh, _ bury [Eb] me in my shades.
He said, _ [Ab] _ _
bury me in [Eb] my _ shades.
_ _ Burn my _ guitar [Gb] _
[Eb] in _ Washington [C] _
Square, _ _ _ [F] but _ _ bury [Bb] _ _
_ me in my [Eb] _ _ shades. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _
In _ a pad with no heat up [Ab] on Sullivan _ Street, _ [Eb]
the last of the hipsters [Bb] lay dying, _ _ _ _
[Eb] wearing
his shade so [Ab] like no one could tell [Eb] like whether or [C] not he was crying. _ _
[Eb] All the junkies and loners [Ab] and coffee shop owners [Eb] were all gathered round [Bb] his bed. _ _ _
[Eb] He took one last puff of [Ab] some _ imported [Fm] stuff [Eb] and these are [Bb] the last words [Ebm] he said.
_ _ [Eb] He said, send my _ sandals home to [Ab] mom, _ hang my t-shirt [Eb] away, _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Ab] burn my _ [Fm] guitar [Eb] in Washington
_ _ Square cause I never learned how [Bb] to play.
_ [C] _ _
[Eb] Give my pad to some needy lad _ [Ab]
and tell him the rent [Eb] is all paid. _ _ _
[Ab] Keep my cash and [Eb] my stash and [C] my hash [F] but bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
_ Chorus!
[Eb] _ _ Bury me in my shades. _ _
[Ab] Chorus!
_ [G] Bury me in [Eb] my _ shades. _ _
[Ab] Burn my _ guitar in _ [C] Washington Square, _
[F] so [Bb] bury me in [Eb] my _ [C] _ shades. _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _
He said, give my Brooklyn _ _ chicks away [Ab] to _ _ [Fm] anyone [Eb] who needs them. _ _
[Ab] _ Give [C] all of [Eb] my poems _ away to _ _ anyone _
[Bb] who'll read them.
[D] _ _
[Eb] Dig me a grave near the coffee shop _ [Ab] and let a sad folk [Eb] song be _ played. _ _
[Ab] Get everyone high [Eb] on the moment [C] that died.
_ [F] _ Bury [Bb] me in [Eb] my [C] shades.
Chorus!
_ [Eb] _ Bury me in my shades.
[Ab] _ _
_ _ Bury me in [Eb] my _ _ shades. _
[Ab] Burn my _ [C] guitar [Eb] in Washington [C] Square, [F] but _ bury me in [Eb] my _ _ shades. _
_ _ _ _ _
We threw his sandals [Ebm] out in [Eb] the hall. _
[Ab] We left his t [Eb]
-shirt laid.
_ _ We [Fm] sold his guitar [Eb] at the corner bar for someone who knew [Bb] how to play.
_ _ [G] _ [Eb] We smoked all his stash and spent all his cash [Ab] and threw all his poems [Eb] _
away.
_ _ [Ab] And Bob got his records, [Eb] Ed got [C] his books, [F] and I got [Bb] the poor [Eb] beatnik [G] shades.
_ [Bb] Oh, _ bury [Eb] me in my shades.
He said, _ [Ab] _ _
bury me in [Eb] my _ shades.
_ _ Burn my _ guitar [Gb] _
[Eb] in _ Washington [C] _
Square, _ _ _ [F] but _ _ bury [Bb] _ _
_ me in my [Eb] _ _ shades. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _