Chords for Jack Parow - ODE TO YOU ft Nonku (OFFICIAL)
Tempo:
98.9 bpm
Chords used:
C
Am
F
G
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[Am] [F] Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you hate your [F] job, but the house needs [C] food.
You want to quit you want to [G] kill, but the rent is due.
[Am] Push on through, hold on [F] tight, fight the fight.
[C] There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding tight.
[Am] Nine to five, you try, [F] you drink, you stay fast.
[C] But you work for a [G] boss and you hate his guts.
[Am] You feel stuck, my own [F] toe.
It's here for you, [C] whether your numbers [G] bunch up your ace.
About [Am] ace to cloak, the day's [F] too long, night's too short.
[C] You just went to [G] sleep and you're back at work.
[Am] If you up at [F] night or you up at dawn, [C] whether you sweeping [G] streets or you mowing lawns,
[Am] whether you're meeting [F] Zed, whether your parties out, [C] whether your suits are [G] untracked,
or you're clear about [Am] whether you're washing [F] cars or washing clothes.
[C] This is an ode to all the working class.
[Am] Yeah.
[C] [G]
[Am] [F] [C] [G]
[Em] [F] [C] [G]
[Am] [F] [C] [G] I [Am] stand with you whilst you lay [F] still and your boss won't [C] scowl.
You on the highway [G] in the traffic cell, [Am] whether you on the long road [F] when the sun comes [C] up.
You're down in the [G] dirt trying to get back up.
[Am] You're one of us, you mean [F] somebody will not drive.
[C] We're on the ground while you're waiting [G] for your paint to dry.
The [Am] greater vibe, [F] fresh cut cross now [C] with the mechanics [G] to make your car run.
While [Am] autistic, lantern [F] mice in the rougher seas.
[C] You want to run, man, [G] then come run with me.
So [Am] if you in the queue for [F] groceries, off your life [C] and you think that [G] pedicures are a waste of time,
[Am] you're not from work and go [F] to the closest bar.
[C] The only polo you know [G] is a type of car.
[Am] You're one of us, the [F] life at the end of the [C] road.
An ode to [G] all the working class.
[Am] I'm your [C] [G]
[Am] [F] sailor.
[C] Oh, [G]
[Em] [F] sailor.
[C] [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your [F] [C] sailor.
Oh, [G]
[Am] you're on the long road [C] trying to get back home.
Oh, [Am] or you feel stuck where you [C] are and you're all alone.
Oh, [G]
[Am] you're trying to run, but [C] your feet won't move.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] you work your fingers to the bone, but now recognition.
[C] Oh, [Am] so go cry my very [F] north, the poor, please.
[C] Oh, [Am] I'm your sailor.
[C] [G] Sailor.
I'm [Am] your [F] sailor.
[C] [G]
[Am] Oh, [F] sailor.
[C] [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your [F] sailor.
[C] Oh, [Am]
you're [F] [C] [G]
[Am] [F] on [G] the [Am] long [F] road trying to get back home.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [G] you're trying to break free,
[Am] [F] [C] [G]
[F]
[C] [Am]
[F] but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you.
Hate your job, but the house needs [C] food.
You wanna quit, you wanna kill, but the rent is [Am] due.
Push on through, hold [F] on tight, fight the [C] fight.
There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding [Am] tight.
Nine to five, you
[Am] [F] Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you hate your [F] job, but the house needs [C] food.
You want to quit you want to [G] kill, but the rent is due.
[Am] Push on through, hold on [F] tight, fight the fight.
[C] There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding tight.
[Am] Nine to five, you try, [F] you drink, you stay fast.
[C] But you work for a [G] boss and you hate his guts.
[Am] You feel stuck, my own [F] toe.
It's here for you, [C] whether your numbers [G] bunch up your ace.
About [Am] ace to cloak, the day's [F] too long, night's too short.
[C] You just went to [G] sleep and you're back at work.
[Am] If you up at [F] night or you up at dawn, [C] whether you sweeping [G] streets or you mowing lawns,
[Am] whether you're meeting [F] Zed, whether your parties out, [C] whether your suits are [G] untracked,
or you're clear about [Am] whether you're washing [F] cars or washing clothes.
[C] This is an ode to all the working class.
[Am] Yeah.
[C] [G]
[Am] [F] [C] [G]
[Em] [F] [C] [G]
[Am] [F] [C] [G] I [Am] stand with you whilst you lay [F] still and your boss won't [C] scowl.
You on the highway [G] in the traffic cell, [Am] whether you on the long road [F] when the sun comes [C] up.
You're down in the [G] dirt trying to get back up.
[Am] You're one of us, you mean [F] somebody will not drive.
[C] We're on the ground while you're waiting [G] for your paint to dry.
The [Am] greater vibe, [F] fresh cut cross now [C] with the mechanics [G] to make your car run.
While [Am] autistic, lantern [F] mice in the rougher seas.
[C] You want to run, man, [G] then come run with me.
So [Am] if you in the queue for [F] groceries, off your life [C] and you think that [G] pedicures are a waste of time,
[Am] you're not from work and go [F] to the closest bar.
[C] The only polo you know [G] is a type of car.
[Am] You're one of us, the [F] life at the end of the [C] road.
An ode to [G] all the working class.
[Am] I'm your [C] [G]
[Am] [F] sailor.
[C] Oh, [G]
[Em] [F] sailor.
[C] [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your [F] [C] sailor.
Oh, [G]
[Am] you're on the long road [C] trying to get back home.
Oh, [Am] or you feel stuck where you [C] are and you're all alone.
Oh, [G]
[Am] you're trying to run, but [C] your feet won't move.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] you work your fingers to the bone, but now recognition.
[C] Oh, [Am] so go cry my very [F] north, the poor, please.
[C] Oh, [Am] I'm your sailor.
[C] [G] Sailor.
I'm [Am] your [F] sailor.
[C] [G]
[Am] Oh, [F] sailor.
[C] [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your [F] sailor.
[C] Oh, [Am]
you're [F] [C] [G]
[Am] [F] on [G] the [Am] long [F] road trying to get back home.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [G] you're trying to break free,
[Am] [F] [C] [G]
[F]
[C] [Am]
[F] but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you.
Hate your job, but the house needs [C] food.
You wanna quit, you wanna kill, but the rent is [Am] due.
Push on through, hold [F] on tight, fight the [C] fight.
There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding [Am] tight.
Nine to five, you
Key:
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you hate your [F] job, but the house needs [C] food.
You want to quit you want to [G] kill, but the rent is due.
[Am] Push on through, hold on [F] tight, fight the fight.
[C] There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding tight.
[Am] Nine to five, you try, [F] you drink, you stay fast.
[C] But you work for a [G] boss and you hate his guts.
[Am] You feel stuck, my own [F] toe.
It's here for you, [C] whether your numbers [G] bunch up your ace.
About [Am] ace to cloak, the day's [F] too long, night's too short.
[C] You just went to [G] sleep and you're back at work.
[Am] If you up at [F] night or you up at dawn, [C] whether you sweeping [G] streets or you mowing lawns,
[Am] whether you're meeting [F] Zed, whether your parties out, [C] whether your suits are [G] untracked,
or you're clear about [Am] whether you're washing [F] cars or washing clothes.
[C] This is an ode to all the working class.
[Am] Yeah.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] I [Am] stand with you whilst you lay [F] still and your boss won't [C] scowl.
You on the highway [G] in the traffic cell, [Am] whether you on the long road [F] when the sun comes [C] up.
You're down in the [G] dirt trying to get back up.
[Am] You're one of us, you mean [F] somebody will not drive.
[C] We're on the ground while you're waiting [G] for your paint to dry.
The [Am] greater vibe, [F] fresh cut cross now [C] with the mechanics [G] to make your car run.
While [Am] autistic, lantern [F] mice in the rougher seas.
[C] You want to run, man, [G] then come run with me.
So [Am] if you in the queue for [F] groceries, off your life [C] and you think that [G] pedicures are a waste of time,
[Am] you're not from work and go [F] to the closest bar.
[C] The only polo you know [G] is a type of car.
[Am] You're one of us, the [F] life at the end of the [C] road.
An ode to [G] all the working class.
[Am] I'm your _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [F] sailor.
[C] Oh, [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [F] sailor.
[C] _ _ [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your _ [F] _ [C] sailor.
Oh, [G] _
[Am] you're on the long road [C] trying to get back home.
Oh, _ [Am] or you feel stuck where you [C] are and you're all alone.
Oh, [G] _
[Am] you're trying to run, but [C] your feet won't move.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] you work your fingers to the bone, but now recognition.
[C] _ Oh, [Am] so go cry my very [F] north, the poor, please.
[C] Oh, _ _ [Am] I'm your sailor.
[C] _ _ [G] Sailor.
I'm [Am] your [F] sailor.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] Oh, [F] sailor.
[C] _ _ [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your [F] sailor.
_ [C] Oh, _ [Am]
you're _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ [F] on _ _ _ [G] the [Am] long [F] _ road trying to get back home.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [G] you're trying to break free, _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[F] _ _ but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you.
Hate your job, but the house needs [C] food.
You wanna quit, you wanna kill, but the rent is [Am] due.
Push on through, hold [F] on tight, fight the [C] fight.
There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding [Am] tight.
Nine to five, you
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you hate your [F] job, but the house needs [C] food.
You want to quit you want to [G] kill, but the rent is due.
[Am] Push on through, hold on [F] tight, fight the fight.
[C] There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding tight.
[Am] Nine to five, you try, [F] you drink, you stay fast.
[C] But you work for a [G] boss and you hate his guts.
[Am] You feel stuck, my own [F] toe.
It's here for you, [C] whether your numbers [G] bunch up your ace.
About [Am] ace to cloak, the day's [F] too long, night's too short.
[C] You just went to [G] sleep and you're back at work.
[Am] If you up at [F] night or you up at dawn, [C] whether you sweeping [G] streets or you mowing lawns,
[Am] whether you're meeting [F] Zed, whether your parties out, [C] whether your suits are [G] untracked,
or you're clear about [Am] whether you're washing [F] cars or washing clothes.
[C] This is an ode to all the working class.
[Am] Yeah.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] I [Am] stand with you whilst you lay [F] still and your boss won't [C] scowl.
You on the highway [G] in the traffic cell, [Am] whether you on the long road [F] when the sun comes [C] up.
You're down in the [G] dirt trying to get back up.
[Am] You're one of us, you mean [F] somebody will not drive.
[C] We're on the ground while you're waiting [G] for your paint to dry.
The [Am] greater vibe, [F] fresh cut cross now [C] with the mechanics [G] to make your car run.
While [Am] autistic, lantern [F] mice in the rougher seas.
[C] You want to run, man, [G] then come run with me.
So [Am] if you in the queue for [F] groceries, off your life [C] and you think that [G] pedicures are a waste of time,
[Am] you're not from work and go [F] to the closest bar.
[C] The only polo you know [G] is a type of car.
[Am] You're one of us, the [F] life at the end of the [C] road.
An ode to [G] all the working class.
[Am] I'm your _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [F] sailor.
[C] Oh, [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ [F] sailor.
[C] _ _ [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your _ [F] _ [C] sailor.
Oh, [G] _
[Am] you're on the long road [C] trying to get back home.
Oh, _ [Am] or you feel stuck where you [C] are and you're all alone.
Oh, [G] _
[Am] you're trying to run, but [C] your feet won't move.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] you work your fingers to the bone, but now recognition.
[C] _ Oh, [Am] so go cry my very [F] north, the poor, please.
[C] Oh, _ _ [Am] I'm your sailor.
[C] _ _ [G] Sailor.
I'm [Am] your [F] sailor.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] Oh, [F] sailor.
[C] _ _ [G] Sailor.
[Am] I'm your [F] sailor.
_ [C] Oh, _ [Am]
you're _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ [F] on _ _ _ [G] the [Am] long [F] _ road trying to get back home.
Oh, you're trying to break free, but you can't get loose.
Oh, [G] you're trying to break free, _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[F] _ _ but you can't get loose.
Oh, [Am] this is an ode to you.
Hate your job, but the house needs [C] food.
You wanna quit, you wanna kill, but the rent is [Am] due.
Push on through, hold [F] on tight, fight the [C] fight.
There's a hand on your [G] throat and it's holding [Am] tight.
Nine to five, you