Chords for Live from the Artists Den: The Hold Steady - "Your Little Hoodrat Friend"

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_ _ _ _ _ _ The little hudder at farm makes me [C] sick, [E] and after I get sick I just get sad.
[G] Cause the barn's being [C] broke, her sweet heart [E] broken, and always being faultless via [C] drag.
[G] She's been _ [C] calling _ [Em] _ _ _ [G]
me again.
[C] _ _ _ _ [D] [G] The little hudder at farm, she's [C] been calling me again.
[E] And I can't run the sticks into [G] her skin.
Like selling all of my pens to steal [E] guitar strings.
[E] She says it hurts but [G] it's worth it, I'm a tiny little chick.
[C] _ [Em] Jesus, have you died for all your sins?
[G]
That little brat kicking her [C] scratch into her lower back.
[E] It says, damn right to the [D] last game.
[G] Damn right to the _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [C]
[G] last game.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _ [C]
[G] I'm exhausted and I'm choking [D] on a taste of bark at [C] the fossil.
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Taking all these trips [D] into the city, struck by a source, [C] and now the four hour old moon.
[Bm] _ [G]
I ain't ever found what [D] you're little hudder at farm.
[F] I ain't ever found what you're little hudder [G] at farm.
I ain't ever found what [D] you're little hudder at farm.
[F] Makes you think I'm down with [C] your little hudder [Em] at farm.
[G] Hey you little hudder at farm, she [C] got me high though.
[E] Like seventeen or seven, I'm a [C] finaccio.
You know, [D] she said it's funny how true love [C] gets soaked up by still [E] water.
Washed up in the [F] Mississippi River.
[G]
Cluttering this planet out of people.
_ [Em] Sexually secluded [D] me in dreams.
[G] Said I ain't gonna do anything [C] sexual with [Em] you.
Couldn't settle myself with [D] a shave.
[G] I sit in the top of [D] a penitentiary, some parking [C] up a foster.
_ _ [G]
You know, it is such [D] a little trip, it's still concerned.
[C] I was [E] a clown.
[G]
I ain't ever found what you're [D] little hudder at farm.
[F] I ain't [C] ever found what you're little hudder [G] at farm.
I ain't ever found what [D] you're little hudder at farm.
[F] Makes you think I'm down with [C] your little hudder [G] at farm.
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So I guess, _ so I guess what makes a hudder at, a hudder at, _ is that she rats around hoods, right?
_ _ So I'm gonna put this one out to the most dangerous man in Lexington, [E] Virginia.
_ Mr.
Don Weir.
_ [Gm] _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _ _
_ Cold-blooded criminal. _ _ _ _
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_ And she said city center used to be the center of our scene.
Now city center's over.
No one really goes there.
And we used to drink beneath some railroad [F#] bridge.
So let's [Gm] suppose we have a stop.
There's just too [G] many kids.
And so I heard a [D] somebody had a [C] post.
_ _ [G] Something [D] costly, something like [C] that, somebody had a store.
_ _ [G] I ain't ever [D] found what you're little hudder at farm.
[F] I ain't ever found what you're little hudder [G] at farm.
I ain't [D] ever found what you're little hudder at farm.
[F] Makes you think I'm down with your little hudder [A] at farm.
[G] _ While we're on the subject of true criminals.
David Vildas.
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