I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker Chords by Sandi Thom
Tempo:
109.775 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
Dm
F#m
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
not everybody drove a car.
When music really mattered and when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control
and the media couldn't buy your soul.
When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When pop stars still remained a myth
and ignorance could still be bliss.
And when God saved the queen, she turned white a shade of pale.
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream.
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was [B] born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish [E] I was a punk rocker with flowers in [Dm] my hair.
[E] When record shops were still on [F#m] top
and vinyl was all that they stocked.
And [A] the super info highway was still drifting out in space.
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games,
men kick around.
And footballers still had long hair
and dirt [E] across their face.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker [B] with flowers in my [E] hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too [N] late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
not everybody drove a car.
When music really mattered and when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control
and the media couldn't buy your soul.
When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When pop stars still remained a myth
and ignorance could still be bliss.
And when God saved the queen, she turned white a shade of pale.
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream.
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was [B] born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish [E] I was a punk rocker with flowers in [Dm] my hair.
[E] When record shops were still on [F#m] top
and vinyl was all that they stocked.
And [A] the super info highway was still drifting out in space.
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games,
men kick around.
And footballers still had long hair
and dirt [E] across their face.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker [B] with flowers in my [E] hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too [N] late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
Key:
E
B
Dm
F#m
A
E
B
Dm
_ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air. _
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my _ hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
not everybody drove a car.
When music really mattered and when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control
and the media couldn't buy your soul.
When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When pop stars still remained a myth
and ignorance could still be bliss.
And when God saved the queen, she turned white a shade of pale.
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream.
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail.
Oh, I wish I _ _ was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was [B] born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish [E] I was a punk rocker with flowers in [Dm] my hair.
[E] When record shops were still on [F#m] top
and vinyl was all that they stocked.
And [A] the super info highway was still drifting out in space.
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games,
men kick around.
And footballers still had long hair
and dirt [E] across their face.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker [B] with flowers in my [E] hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too [N] late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care. _
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my _ hair. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air. _
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my _ hair.
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
not everybody drove a car.
When music really mattered and when radio was king.
When accountants didn't have control
and the media couldn't buy your soul.
When computers were still scary and we didn't know everything.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
When pop stars still remained a myth
and ignorance could still be bliss.
And when God saved the queen, she turned white a shade of pale.
Mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream.
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail.
Oh, I wish I _ _ was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was [B] born too late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish [E] I was a punk rocker with flowers in [Dm] my hair.
[E] When record shops were still on [F#m] top
and vinyl was all that they stocked.
And [A] the super info highway was still drifting out in space.
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs and playing games,
men kick around.
And footballers still had long hair
and dirt [E] across their face.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker [B] with flowers in my [E] hair.
In 77 and 69, revolution was in the air.
I was born too [N] late into a world that doesn't care.
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care. _
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my _ hair. _ _ _ _
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