Saint John Chords by Cold War Kids
Tempo:
91.65 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
F#
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[E]
[G#m] [A]
[B] [E] [F#]
[B] Suppertime [C#] in the holes,
[B] Suppertime [A] in the holes,
I [B] shame my family, [E] shame my home, [B]
Suppertime.
[E] [C]
[F#m] Old St.
John on death row, He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on death [A] row, He's just [B] waiting for a [B] pardon.
Old [E] St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just [E] waiting for a [D] pardon.
[B] Old St.
John [A] on death row,
[B] All the white [F#] boys in the state press, Blacks that offered [E] this up [B] from college,
Staying [E] out late, [F#] getting rowdy at the [A] bar, They looking for [B] trouble uptown.
They [E] come up my [F#m] block about five or six, And they'll fascinate [B] by those in the gutter,
Yelling all kinds [F#] of [A] obscene and different about women and [B] God and law.
Oh, now, Suppertime [A] in [E] the holes, [B]
Suppertime,
[A] [E] I shame [B] my family, [A] shame [E] my home, [Bm]
[B] Suppertime.
[A] [E]
[B] A young girl turned the [F#] corner with the clerk passed her on,
That girl [E] was [B] my sister, Just got off the night [F#] shift at [A] Beddington's,
Baby, you should go home and get some sleep.
[B] Boys, man, by the [F#] way, you switched to caffeine eyes,
The hands [B] off, fidgeting, left, checked.
I picked up a breast [F#] from a [F#m] papa's front yard, And threw it at the front [G#m] of the boy's face.
The whale blood was [F#] streaming like a whale got spunked,
I couldn't [B] believe what I had just done,
The other boy [D] ran and there's one [A] state, On the ground and he would never [B] move again.
Old St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just waiting [B] for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on [D] death row, [A] He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
[E] All us boys [F#] on death row, We'll [D] just wait [B] for a pardon.
All us boys [A] on death row.
[B]
[D#] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B] Yo, true it, yo, time.
[A] I [E] gotta keep on running till the whale bones drop.
[B]
I [A] gotta [E] keep on running till the whale [B] bones drop.
Yo, true it, yo, time.
I gotta [A] keep [B] on running till the whale bones drop.
I [A] [E] gotta keep on running till the [B] whale bones drop.
[A] [E] [N]
[E]
[G#m] [A]
[B] [E] [F#]
[B] Suppertime [C#] in the holes,
[B] Suppertime [A] in the holes,
I [B] shame my family, [E] shame my home, [B]
Suppertime.
[E] [C]
[F#m] Old St.
John on death row, He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on death [A] row, He's just [B] waiting for a [B] pardon.
Old [E] St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just [E] waiting for a [D] pardon.
[B] Old St.
John [A] on death row,
[B] All the white [F#] boys in the state press, Blacks that offered [E] this up [B] from college,
Staying [E] out late, [F#] getting rowdy at the [A] bar, They looking for [B] trouble uptown.
They [E] come up my [F#m] block about five or six, And they'll fascinate [B] by those in the gutter,
Yelling all kinds [F#] of [A] obscene and different about women and [B] God and law.
Oh, now, Suppertime [A] in [E] the holes, [B]
Suppertime,
[A] [E] I shame [B] my family, [A] shame [E] my home, [Bm]
[B] Suppertime.
[A] [E]
[B] A young girl turned the [F#] corner with the clerk passed her on,
That girl [E] was [B] my sister, Just got off the night [F#] shift at [A] Beddington's,
Baby, you should go home and get some sleep.
[B] Boys, man, by the [F#] way, you switched to caffeine eyes,
The hands [B] off, fidgeting, left, checked.
I picked up a breast [F#] from a [F#m] papa's front yard, And threw it at the front [G#m] of the boy's face.
The whale blood was [F#] streaming like a whale got spunked,
I couldn't [B] believe what I had just done,
The other boy [D] ran and there's one [A] state, On the ground and he would never [B] move again.
Old St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just waiting [B] for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on [D] death row, [A] He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
[E] All us boys [F#] on death row, We'll [D] just wait [B] for a pardon.
All us boys [A] on death row.
[B]
[D#] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B] Yo, true it, yo, time.
[A] I [E] gotta keep on running till the whale bones drop.
[B]
I [A] gotta [E] keep on running till the whale [B] bones drop.
Yo, true it, yo, time.
I gotta [A] keep [B] on running till the whale bones drop.
I [A] [E] gotta keep on running till the [B] whale bones drop.
[A] [E] [N]
Key:
B
E
A
F#
D
B
E
A
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [B] _ Suppertime [C#] in the holes, _
[B] _ Suppertime [A] in the holes,
I [B] shame my family, [E] shame my home, [B] _
_ _ Suppertime.
[E] _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F#m] Old St.
John on death row, He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on death [A] row, He's just [B] waiting for a [B] pardon.
Old [E] St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just [E] waiting for a [D] pardon.
[B] Old St.
John [A] on death row,
_ _ [B] All the white [F#] boys in the state press, Blacks that offered [E] this up [B] from college,
Staying [E] out late, [F#] getting rowdy at the [A] bar, They looking for [B] trouble uptown.
They [E] come up my [F#m] block about five or six, And they'll fascinate [B] by those in the gutter,
Yelling all kinds [F#] of [A] obscene and different about women and [B] God and law.
Oh, now, Suppertime [A] in [E] the holes, _ [B] _
Suppertime,
_ [A] _ [E] _ _ I shame [B] my family, [A] shame [E] my home, [Bm] _ _
[B] _ Suppertime.
[A] _ [E] _ _ _
[B] A young girl turned the [F#] corner with the clerk passed her on,
That girl [E] was [B] my sister, Just got off the night [F#] shift at [A] Beddington's,
Baby, you should go home and get some sleep.
[B] Boys, man, by the [F#] way, you switched to caffeine eyes,
The hands [B] off, fidgeting, left, checked.
I picked up a breast [F#] from a [F#m] papa's front yard, And threw it at the front [G#m] of the boy's face.
The whale blood was [F#] streaming like a whale got spunked,
I couldn't [B] believe what I had just done,
The other boy [D] ran and there's one [A] state, On the ground and he would never [B] move again.
Old St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just waiting [B] for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on [D] death row, [A] He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
[E] All us boys [F#] on death row, We'll [D] just wait [B] for a pardon.
All us boys [A] on death row.
_ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ [B] Yo, true it, yo, time.
[A] I [E] gotta keep on running till the whale bones drop.
[B] _
I [A] gotta [E] keep on running till the whale [B] bones drop.
Yo, true it, yo, time.
I gotta [A] keep [B] on running till the whale bones drop.
_ I [A] [E] gotta keep on running till the [B] whale bones drop.
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [N] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [B] _ Suppertime [C#] in the holes, _
[B] _ Suppertime [A] in the holes,
I [B] shame my family, [E] shame my home, [B] _
_ _ Suppertime.
[E] _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F#m] Old St.
John on death row, He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on death [A] row, He's just [B] waiting for a [B] pardon.
Old [E] St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just [E] waiting for a [D] pardon.
[B] Old St.
John [A] on death row,
_ _ [B] All the white [F#] boys in the state press, Blacks that offered [E] this up [B] from college,
Staying [E] out late, [F#] getting rowdy at the [A] bar, They looking for [B] trouble uptown.
They [E] come up my [F#m] block about five or six, And they'll fascinate [B] by those in the gutter,
Yelling all kinds [F#] of [A] obscene and different about women and [B] God and law.
Oh, now, Suppertime [A] in [E] the holes, _ [B] _
Suppertime,
_ [A] _ [E] _ _ I shame [B] my family, [A] shame [E] my home, [Bm] _ _
[B] _ Suppertime.
[A] _ [E] _ _ _
[B] A young girl turned the [F#] corner with the clerk passed her on,
That girl [E] was [B] my sister, Just got off the night [F#] shift at [A] Beddington's,
Baby, you should go home and get some sleep.
[B] Boys, man, by the [F#] way, you switched to caffeine eyes,
The hands [B] off, fidgeting, left, checked.
I picked up a breast [F#] from a [F#m] papa's front yard, And threw it at the front [G#m] of the boy's face.
The whale blood was [F#] streaming like a whale got spunked,
I couldn't [B] believe what I had just done,
The other boy [D] ran and there's one [A] state, On the ground and he would never [B] move again.
Old St.
John [F#] on death row, He's just waiting [B] for a pardon.
Old St.
[F#] John on [D] death row, [A] He's just [B] waiting for a pardon.
[E] All us boys [F#] on death row, We'll [D] just wait [B] for a pardon.
All us boys [A] on death row.
_ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#] _ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ [B] Yo, true it, yo, time.
[A] I [E] gotta keep on running till the whale bones drop.
[B] _
I [A] gotta [E] keep on running till the whale [B] bones drop.
Yo, true it, yo, time.
I gotta [A] keep [B] on running till the whale bones drop.
_ I [A] [E] gotta keep on running till the [B] whale bones drop.
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [N] _