Lounge Lizards - Yak Chords
Tempo:
126 bpm
Chords used:
F
Cm
A
Eb
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Cm]
[F] [Eb] [F]
[Eb]
[F] [Cm]
[F]
[Cm]
This is a story about a small, strong, and proud man who woke up one morning and looked
at the ceiling of his bedroom and said to himself, what I love in this world, in this
life, is God, my farm, and my family.
[Cm]
And on his farm he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some chickens,
he had ducks, he had some very small barking dogs, little tiny one-inch long dogs that
had red spiked all over them and they lived mostly on the farmer's shoulder.
And then he woke up in the morning and he had a dog and he also had this strange and
[F] unusual beast called the yak.
[G]
One day and verily this man was surveying [Cm] the beauty of his land, of his home, of the
place where he lived, he said with a smile on his face, he said to himself, my life has
been good to me.
And all the animals on the farm went, yes!
He walked down off the porch and he noticed that a rake was facing the wrong way up.
A rake [F] could be very dangerous [Cm] to his young children.
He came home from school and he must have remembered to fix that rake.
And he also walked past five hoes.
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes!
And he walked up onto the [F] hill, up onto the grass he know, where William Kennedy [Cm] was shot.
And he could see off, yonder, off in the distance that the yak was tied to a chain, to a tree,
was acting strange.
The yak was moving his head side to side.
The yak was making [A] horrifying noises.
The [F] yak was going, ahhhhhh! Ahhhh!
[A] Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
And the farmer, the man said, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
What could be wrong with the yak?
And the yak said, I'm sick, you stupid farmer!
I'm burning up with fever!
So the yak, the yak was acting terrifying.
The farmer moved closely to the yak [Cm] because he was afraid of the yak.
Because the yak had bit him one time.
So he moved up closely and he put his hand on the yak's forehead.
And the yak was going, ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
He could feel that the yak was burning up with fever.
And it terrified the man.
So he rushed down the hill past all the animals who all were nervous about the situation that was happening.
And he first came up to the porch.
He burst into the kitchen.
And he said to his wife, who was beautiful and fair, he said, the yak is sick!
The yak is sick!
The yak is burning up with fever!
The yak!
The yak is sick!
Fire!
His wife, as always, put her hands on his shoulder [F] and said, calm down.
[Cm] Be calm.
Just be calm.
The yak is sick.
The yak has a fever.
Just feed the yak.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some, uh, here.
Give some of this oatmeal here.
Give it some raisin edges.
Some pork chops from last night.
She so laden, the man, now with food, that he could not see where he was going.
But he knew the path.
He walked out the kitchen door backwards.
He came down the stairs.
He walked.
And he stepped on the rake that was going the wrong way up.
And the rake came up and hit him in the head.
And he died immediately.
And the moral of the story is, feed the fever, starve the yak.
[F]
[G]
[Cm]
[A]
Another man is dead.
To this day, you can [F] still see the yak on top of the hill, [Cm] shaking his head from side
to side, going, ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
Oh, I'm [A] sick!
I'm burning up!
It's bigger!
[Cm] ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
It's my farm now!
ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
I can have his wife!
ROAR!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill!
[N]
[F] [Eb] [F]
[Eb]
[F] [Cm]
[F]
[Cm]
This is a story about a small, strong, and proud man who woke up one morning and looked
at the ceiling of his bedroom and said to himself, what I love in this world, in this
life, is God, my farm, and my family.
[Cm]
And on his farm he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some chickens,
he had ducks, he had some very small barking dogs, little tiny one-inch long dogs that
had red spiked all over them and they lived mostly on the farmer's shoulder.
And then he woke up in the morning and he had a dog and he also had this strange and
[F] unusual beast called the yak.
[G]
One day and verily this man was surveying [Cm] the beauty of his land, of his home, of the
place where he lived, he said with a smile on his face, he said to himself, my life has
been good to me.
And all the animals on the farm went, yes!
He walked down off the porch and he noticed that a rake was facing the wrong way up.
A rake [F] could be very dangerous [Cm] to his young children.
He came home from school and he must have remembered to fix that rake.
And he also walked past five hoes.
Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes!
And he walked up onto the [F] hill, up onto the grass he know, where William Kennedy [Cm] was shot.
And he could see off, yonder, off in the distance that the yak was tied to a chain, to a tree,
was acting strange.
The yak was moving his head side to side.
The yak was making [A] horrifying noises.
The [F] yak was going, ahhhhhh! Ahhhh!
[A] Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
And the farmer, the man said, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
What could be wrong with the yak?
And the yak said, I'm sick, you stupid farmer!
I'm burning up with fever!
So the yak, the yak was acting terrifying.
The farmer moved closely to the yak [Cm] because he was afraid of the yak.
Because the yak had bit him one time.
So he moved up closely and he put his hand on the yak's forehead.
And the yak was going, ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
He could feel that the yak was burning up with fever.
And it terrified the man.
So he rushed down the hill past all the animals who all were nervous about the situation that was happening.
And he first came up to the porch.
He burst into the kitchen.
And he said to his wife, who was beautiful and fair, he said, the yak is sick!
The yak is sick!
The yak is burning up with fever!
The yak!
The yak is sick!
Fire!
His wife, as always, put her hands on his shoulder [F] and said, calm down.
[Cm] Be calm.
Just be calm.
The yak is sick.
The yak has a fever.
Just feed the yak.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some, uh, here.
Give some of this oatmeal here.
Give it some raisin edges.
Some pork chops from last night.
She so laden, the man, now with food, that he could not see where he was going.
But he knew the path.
He walked out the kitchen door backwards.
He came down the stairs.
He walked.
And he stepped on the rake that was going the wrong way up.
And the rake came up and hit him in the head.
And he died immediately.
And the moral of the story is, feed the fever, starve the yak.
[F]
[G]
[Cm]
[A]
Another man is dead.
To this day, you can [F] still see the yak on top of the hill, [Cm] shaking his head from side
to side, going, ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
Oh, I'm [A] sick!
I'm burning up!
It's bigger!
[Cm] ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
It's my farm now!
ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
I can have his wife!
ROAR!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill!
[N]
Key:
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Cm
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Eb
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_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ This is a story about a small, strong, and proud man who woke up one morning and looked
at the ceiling of his bedroom and said to himself, what I love in this world, in this
life, is God, my farm, and my family. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ And on his farm he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some chickens,
he had ducks, he had some very small barking dogs, little tiny one-inch long dogs that
had red spiked all over them and they lived mostly on the farmer's shoulder.
And then he woke up in the morning and he _ _ _ _ _ had a dog and he also had this strange and
[F] unusual beast called the yak. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ One day and verily this man was surveying [Cm] the beauty of his land, of his home, of the
place where he lived, he said with a smile on his face, he said to himself, my life has
been good to me.
And all the animals on the farm went, yes! _
_ He walked down off the porch and he noticed that a rake was facing the wrong way up.
A rake _ [F] could be very dangerous [Cm] to his young children.
He came home from school and he must have remembered to fix that rake.
And he also walked past five hoes.
_ Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes! _
And he walked up onto the [F] hill, up onto the grass he know, where William Kennedy [Cm] was shot.
And he could see off, yonder, off in the distance that the yak was tied to a chain, to a tree,
was acting strange.
The yak was moving his head side to side.
The yak was making [A] horrifying noises.
The [F] yak was going, _ ahhhhhh! Ahhhh!
[A] Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
_ And the farmer, the man said, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
What could be wrong with the yak?
And the yak said, I'm sick, you stupid farmer!
I'm burning up with fever!
So the yak, _ the yak was acting terrifying.
The farmer moved closely to the yak [Cm] because he was afraid of the yak.
Because the yak had bit him one time.
So he moved up closely and he put his hand on the yak's forehead.
And the yak was going, ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
He could feel that the yak was burning up with fever.
And it terrified the man. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
So he rushed down the hill past all the animals who all were nervous about the situation that was happening.
And he first came up to the porch.
He burst into the kitchen.
And he said to his wife, who was beautiful and fair, he said, the yak is sick!
The yak is sick!
The yak is burning up with fever!
The yak!
The yak is sick!
Fire!
His wife, as always, put her hands on his shoulder [F] and said, calm down.
[Cm] Be calm.
Just be calm.
The yak is sick.
The yak has a fever.
Just feed the yak.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some, uh, here.
Give some of this oatmeal here.
Give it some _ raisin edges.
Some pork chops from last night.
She so laden, the man, now with food, that he could not see where he was going.
But he knew the path.
He walked out the kitchen door backwards.
He came down the stairs.
He walked.
And he stepped on the rake that was going the wrong way up.
And the rake came up and hit him in the head.
And he died immediately.
And the moral of the story is, feed the fever, _ starve the yak. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
Another man is dead.
To this day, you can [F] still see the yak on top of the hill, [Cm] shaking his head from side
to side, going, ROAR!
_ _ ROAR!
ROAR! _
ROAR!
Oh, I'm [A] sick!
I'm burning up!
It's bigger!
[Cm] _ ROAR!
ROAR!
_ ROAR!
It's my farm now!
_ ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
I can have his wife!
ROAR!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill! _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ _ This is a story about a small, strong, and proud man who woke up one morning and looked
at the ceiling of his bedroom and said to himself, what I love in this world, in this
life, is God, my farm, and my family. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ And on his farm he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some cows, he had some chickens,
he had ducks, he had some very small barking dogs, little tiny one-inch long dogs that
had red spiked all over them and they lived mostly on the farmer's shoulder.
And then he woke up in the morning and he _ _ _ _ _ had a dog and he also had this strange and
[F] unusual beast called the yak. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ One day and verily this man was surveying [Cm] the beauty of his land, of his home, of the
place where he lived, he said with a smile on his face, he said to himself, my life has
been good to me.
And all the animals on the farm went, yes! _
_ He walked down off the porch and he noticed that a rake was facing the wrong way up.
A rake _ [F] could be very dangerous [Cm] to his young children.
He came home from school and he must have remembered to fix that rake.
And he also walked past five hoes.
_ Hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes! _
And he walked up onto the [F] hill, up onto the grass he know, where William Kennedy [Cm] was shot.
And he could see off, yonder, off in the distance that the yak was tied to a chain, to a tree,
was acting strange.
The yak was moving his head side to side.
The yak was making [A] horrifying noises.
The [F] yak was going, _ ahhhhhh! Ahhhh!
[A] Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
_ And the farmer, the man said, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
What could be wrong with the yak?
And the yak said, I'm sick, you stupid farmer!
I'm burning up with fever!
So the yak, _ the yak was acting terrifying.
The farmer moved closely to the yak [Cm] because he was afraid of the yak.
Because the yak had bit him one time.
So he moved up closely and he put his hand on the yak's forehead.
And the yak was going, ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
Ahhhh!
He could feel that the yak was burning up with fever.
And it terrified the man. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
So he rushed down the hill past all the animals who all were nervous about the situation that was happening.
And he first came up to the porch.
He burst into the kitchen.
And he said to his wife, who was beautiful and fair, he said, the yak is sick!
The yak is sick!
The yak is burning up with fever!
The yak!
The yak is sick!
Fire!
His wife, as always, put her hands on his shoulder [F] and said, calm down.
[Cm] Be calm.
Just be calm.
The yak is sick.
The yak has a fever.
Just feed the yak.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some toast.
Give the yak some, uh, here.
Give some of this oatmeal here.
Give it some _ raisin edges.
Some pork chops from last night.
She so laden, the man, now with food, that he could not see where he was going.
But he knew the path.
He walked out the kitchen door backwards.
He came down the stairs.
He walked.
And he stepped on the rake that was going the wrong way up.
And the rake came up and hit him in the head.
And he died immediately.
And the moral of the story is, feed the fever, _ starve the yak. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
Another man is dead.
To this day, you can [F] still see the yak on top of the hill, [Cm] shaking his head from side
to side, going, ROAR!
_ _ ROAR!
ROAR! _
ROAR!
Oh, I'm [A] sick!
I'm burning up!
It's bigger!
[Cm] _ ROAR!
ROAR!
_ ROAR!
It's my farm now!
_ ROAR!
ROAR!
ROAR!
I can have his wife!
ROAR!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill!
Come to me on the hill! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _