Chords for Kevin (feat. Leon Bridges)
Tempo:
95.25 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Fm
Cm
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Okay, okay.
Here we live tonight.
Now, I seen pain, I thought the losses, [Ab] I sent in funerals, I seen coppings.
[Eb] 21 years old, an angel was lost here, [Db] wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs [Eb] of oxycontin.
Every day through the [Ab] night, never went away, never does it [Eb] stop there, deadline or two
a wet and a couple tall cans, cause you never know when God is gonna call, man.
Precious, what we all share, [Ab] I said peace at 530 the next time that I [Eb] saw him was in
the hands of the pallbearer.
What if I would've never gone and dropped him out there?
Blaming myself and hysterics, screaming it's not fair.
21 years [Ab] old, with the book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe, [Eb] only feeling the
pain besides that shit in his nose.
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow, [C] let's get us through the weekend.
And then Monday [E] follows, then it's Wednesday, then it's fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow,
[Eb] might as well go crack a ceiling, [E] might as well go chug a bottle, [C] might as well go pop
a feeling, go in bed, take that [Eb] problem and escape this world, vacate this world, [Ab] cause
I hate myself, no praying's gonna [Gm] cure this pain.
[F]
[Eb] Doctor, please, [Ab] give me a dose of [Gm] the American dream.
[Fm]
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in my [Ab] eyes.
[Gm] We're in the waiting [Fm] room and something ain't [Cm] right.
[Ab]
[Eb] All this is on you, we're over prescribed.
From being kept, [Ab] we end up in jail, institutions are dead.
[Eb] And with our lives, we play Russian roulette.
Ain't gotta find a life where we could be content.
As for us, we just shine and minimize [Ab] the fear of being alive.
[Eb] And now my little brother is in the sky.
From a pill that a doctor prescribed, that a drug billion billion dollar industry supplied,
that [Ab] the cops never go in profile at night.
Yeah, [Eb] the orange plastic with the white top, they [F] sell to you.
I was just looking for the answers in that, instead [Eb] of you.
Quick fix, whatever do, we just go neglect [Ab] the truth because a doctor with a license
played God and said [E] it's cool.
[Cm]
But me, I don't blame Kev or his mom, freebasing while pregnant with him.
I blame the pharmacy [Bb] companies and country that [Ab] spends billions fighting a war.
They supplying themselves, politicians and business to jail, public defenders and judges who fail.
Look at Kevin, look at Kevin.
Now he's wrapped in [Cm] plastic.
First dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet.
Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax.
Focus, give him Adderall.
Sleep, give him Ambien.
Till he's walking around the city looking like a mannequin.
Ups and downs, shifted by prescriptions you're handing him.
So America, is it really worth it?
I'm asking you.
Darling, [Bb] darling, [Ab] darling, darling, darling.
Doctor, [Eb] please [Dm] give me a dose of [Cm] the American dream.
[Ab]
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in [Fm] my eyes.
[Cm] We're in the waiting [Ab] room and something ain't [Eb] right.
[Dm]
[Cm] Oh, this is all [Ab] you, we're over [Eb] prescribed.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Fm]
[Eb] Doctor, your medicine [Ab] and your methods [Eb] can't cure my [Fm] disease.
Without killing [Eb] me.
You're killing me.
[Ab] You're [Eb] killing me.
You're killing me.
[F] [Cm] You're killing [Eb] me.
Doctor, your medicine [Ab] and your methods [Eb] can't cure my [Fm] disease.
[Ab] Without killing [Eb] me.
You're killing me.
[Ab] You're killing me.
[Gm] You're killing me.
[Fm] You're killing me.
[B]
Here we live tonight.
Now, I seen pain, I thought the losses, [Ab] I sent in funerals, I seen coppings.
[Eb] 21 years old, an angel was lost here, [Db] wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs [Eb] of oxycontin.
Every day through the [Ab] night, never went away, never does it [Eb] stop there, deadline or two
a wet and a couple tall cans, cause you never know when God is gonna call, man.
Precious, what we all share, [Ab] I said peace at 530 the next time that I [Eb] saw him was in
the hands of the pallbearer.
What if I would've never gone and dropped him out there?
Blaming myself and hysterics, screaming it's not fair.
21 years [Ab] old, with the book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe, [Eb] only feeling the
pain besides that shit in his nose.
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow, [C] let's get us through the weekend.
And then Monday [E] follows, then it's Wednesday, then it's fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow,
[Eb] might as well go crack a ceiling, [E] might as well go chug a bottle, [C] might as well go pop
a feeling, go in bed, take that [Eb] problem and escape this world, vacate this world, [Ab] cause
I hate myself, no praying's gonna [Gm] cure this pain.
[F]
[Eb] Doctor, please, [Ab] give me a dose of [Gm] the American dream.
[Fm]
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in my [Ab] eyes.
[Gm] We're in the waiting [Fm] room and something ain't [Cm] right.
[Ab]
[Eb] All this is on you, we're over prescribed.
From being kept, [Ab] we end up in jail, institutions are dead.
[Eb] And with our lives, we play Russian roulette.
Ain't gotta find a life where we could be content.
As for us, we just shine and minimize [Ab] the fear of being alive.
[Eb] And now my little brother is in the sky.
From a pill that a doctor prescribed, that a drug billion billion dollar industry supplied,
that [Ab] the cops never go in profile at night.
Yeah, [Eb] the orange plastic with the white top, they [F] sell to you.
I was just looking for the answers in that, instead [Eb] of you.
Quick fix, whatever do, we just go neglect [Ab] the truth because a doctor with a license
played God and said [E] it's cool.
[Cm]
But me, I don't blame Kev or his mom, freebasing while pregnant with him.
I blame the pharmacy [Bb] companies and country that [Ab] spends billions fighting a war.
They supplying themselves, politicians and business to jail, public defenders and judges who fail.
Look at Kevin, look at Kevin.
Now he's wrapped in [Cm] plastic.
First dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet.
Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax.
Focus, give him Adderall.
Sleep, give him Ambien.
Till he's walking around the city looking like a mannequin.
Ups and downs, shifted by prescriptions you're handing him.
So America, is it really worth it?
I'm asking you.
Darling, [Bb] darling, [Ab] darling, darling, darling.
Doctor, [Eb] please [Dm] give me a dose of [Cm] the American dream.
[Ab]
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in [Fm] my eyes.
[Cm] We're in the waiting [Ab] room and something ain't [Eb] right.
[Dm]
[Cm] Oh, this is all [Ab] you, we're over [Eb] prescribed.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Fm]
[Eb] Doctor, your medicine [Ab] and your methods [Eb] can't cure my [Fm] disease.
Without killing [Eb] me.
You're killing me.
[Ab] You're [Eb] killing me.
You're killing me.
[F] [Cm] You're killing [Eb] me.
Doctor, your medicine [Ab] and your methods [Eb] can't cure my [Fm] disease.
[Ab] Without killing [Eb] me.
You're killing me.
[Ab] You're killing me.
[Gm] You're killing me.
[Fm] You're killing me.
[B]
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Cm
Gm
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Fm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Okay, okay. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Here _ we live tonight.
_ _ _ _ Now, I seen pain, I thought the losses, [Ab] I sent in funerals, I seen coppings.
[Eb] 21 years old, an angel was lost here, [Db] wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs [Eb] of oxycontin.
Every day through the [Ab] night, never went away, never does it [Eb] stop there, deadline or two
a wet and a couple tall cans, cause you never know when God is gonna call, man.
Precious, what we all share, [Ab] I said peace at 530 the next time that I [Eb] saw him was in
the hands of the pallbearer.
What if I would've never gone and dropped him out there?
Blaming myself and hysterics, screaming it's not fair.
21 years [Ab] old, with the book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe, [Eb] only feeling the
pain besides that shit in his nose.
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow, [C] let's get us through the weekend.
And then Monday [E] follows, then it's Wednesday, then it's fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow,
[Eb] might as well go crack a ceiling, [E] might as well go chug a bottle, [C] might as well go pop
a feeling, go in bed, take that [Eb] problem and escape this world, vacate this world, [Ab] cause
I hate myself, no praying's gonna [Gm] cure this pain.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Eb] Doctor, please, _ [Ab] _ give me a dose of [Gm] the American _ dream.
[Fm] _ _ _
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in my [Ab] _ _ eyes.
[Gm] _ We're in the waiting [Fm] room and something ain't [Cm] right.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ All this is on you, we're over prescribed.
From being kept, [Ab] we end up in jail, institutions are dead.
[Eb] And with our lives, we play Russian roulette.
Ain't gotta find a life where we could be content.
As for us, we just shine and minimize [Ab] the fear of being alive.
[Eb] And now my little brother is in the sky.
From a pill that a doctor prescribed, that a drug billion billion dollar industry supplied,
that [Ab] the cops never go in profile at night.
Yeah, [Eb] the orange plastic with the white top, they [F] sell to you.
I was just looking for the answers in that, instead [Eb] of you.
Quick fix, whatever do, we just go neglect [Ab] the truth because a doctor with a license
played God and said [E] it's cool.
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
But me, I don't blame Kev or his mom, freebasing while pregnant with him.
I blame the pharmacy [Bb] companies and country that [Ab] spends billions fighting a war.
They supplying themselves, politicians and business to jail, public defenders and judges who fail.
Look at Kevin, look at Kevin.
Now he's wrapped in [Cm] plastic.
First dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet.
Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax.
Focus, give him Adderall.
Sleep, give him Ambien.
Till he's walking around the city looking like a mannequin.
Ups and downs, shifted by prescriptions you're handing him.
_ _ So America, is it really worth it?
I'm asking you.
Darling, [Bb] darling, [Ab] darling, darling, darling.
Doctor, [Eb] _ please _ [Dm] _ give me a dose of [Cm] the American dream.
_ [Ab] _ _ _
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in [Fm] my _ eyes.
[Cm] _ We're in the waiting [Ab] room and something ain't [Eb] right.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ Oh, this is all [Ab] you, we're over [Eb] prescribed.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] Doctor, your medicine [Ab] _ and your methods [Eb] _ can't cure my [Fm] disease.
Without killing [Eb] me.
You're killing me.
[Ab] _ You're [Eb] killing me.
_ You're killing me.
[F] _ [Cm] You're killing [Eb] me.
Doctor, your medicine [Ab] _ and your methods [Eb] _ can't cure my [Fm] disease.
[Ab] Without killing [Eb] me.
_ You're killing me.
[Ab] _ _ You're killing me.
[Gm] _ _ You're killing me.
[Fm] _ You're killing me.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Okay, okay. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Here _ we live tonight.
_ _ _ _ Now, I seen pain, I thought the losses, [Ab] I sent in funerals, I seen coppings.
[Eb] 21 years old, an angel was lost here, [Db] wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs [Eb] of oxycontin.
Every day through the [Ab] night, never went away, never does it [Eb] stop there, deadline or two
a wet and a couple tall cans, cause you never know when God is gonna call, man.
Precious, what we all share, [Ab] I said peace at 530 the next time that I [Eb] saw him was in
the hands of the pallbearer.
What if I would've never gone and dropped him out there?
Blaming myself and hysterics, screaming it's not fair.
21 years [Ab] old, with the book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe, [Eb] only feeling the
pain besides that shit in his nose.
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow, [C] let's get us through the weekend.
And then Monday [E] follows, then it's Wednesday, then it's fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow,
[Eb] might as well go crack a ceiling, [E] might as well go chug a bottle, [C] might as well go pop
a feeling, go in bed, take that [Eb] problem and escape this world, vacate this world, [Ab] cause
I hate myself, no praying's gonna [Gm] cure this pain.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Eb] Doctor, please, _ [Ab] _ give me a dose of [Gm] the American _ dream.
[Fm] _ _ _
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in my [Ab] _ _ eyes.
[Gm] _ We're in the waiting [Fm] room and something ain't [Cm] right.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ All this is on you, we're over prescribed.
From being kept, [Ab] we end up in jail, institutions are dead.
[Eb] And with our lives, we play Russian roulette.
Ain't gotta find a life where we could be content.
As for us, we just shine and minimize [Ab] the fear of being alive.
[Eb] And now my little brother is in the sky.
From a pill that a doctor prescribed, that a drug billion billion dollar industry supplied,
that [Ab] the cops never go in profile at night.
Yeah, [Eb] the orange plastic with the white top, they [F] sell to you.
I was just looking for the answers in that, instead [Eb] of you.
Quick fix, whatever do, we just go neglect [Ab] the truth because a doctor with a license
played God and said [E] it's cool.
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
But me, I don't blame Kev or his mom, freebasing while pregnant with him.
I blame the pharmacy [Bb] companies and country that [Ab] spends billions fighting a war.
They supplying themselves, politicians and business to jail, public defenders and judges who fail.
Look at Kevin, look at Kevin.
Now he's wrapped in [Cm] plastic.
First dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet.
Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax.
Focus, give him Adderall.
Sleep, give him Ambien.
Till he's walking around the city looking like a mannequin.
Ups and downs, shifted by prescriptions you're handing him.
_ _ So America, is it really worth it?
I'm asking you.
Darling, [Bb] darling, [Ab] darling, darling, darling.
Doctor, [Eb] _ please _ [Dm] _ give me a dose of [Cm] the American dream.
_ [Ab] _ _ _
[Eb] Put down the pen and look in [Fm] my _ eyes.
[Cm] _ We're in the waiting [Ab] room and something ain't [Eb] right.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ Oh, this is all [Ab] you, we're over [Eb] prescribed.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Eb] Doctor, your medicine [Ab] _ and your methods [Eb] _ can't cure my [Fm] disease.
Without killing [Eb] me.
You're killing me.
[Ab] _ You're [Eb] killing me.
_ You're killing me.
[F] _ [Cm] You're killing [Eb] me.
Doctor, your medicine [Ab] _ and your methods [Eb] _ can't cure my [Fm] disease.
[Ab] Without killing [Eb] me.
_ You're killing me.
[Ab] _ _ You're killing me.
[Gm] _ _ You're killing me.
[Fm] _ You're killing me.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _