Chords for Matthew
Tempo:
86.625 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
F
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [A]
[F] [Am]
[A]
[G]
Works my chef at the depot With pistol [D] and light
[G]
And he guards them, rusty missiles Count White till the past time
And he's worked there for a long while Since he came home [D] from overseas
[G]
Helping Kelcord fight the good fight [D] And bring Baghdad [G] to its knees
[D] And it was hotter than the [G] mountain But it weren't so [G] he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat waves [D] Nearly as much [G] as all the sand
[D] [G]
[D]
[G] Now his daddy, he's a log man With a good leg [D] and a fake
That he [G] got off of a buddy [D] And a shit shot [G] that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters And he raised them [D] young and dry
[G] On a little bit of scripture [D] And an acreage [G] paradise
[D] And he'd go out on a weekend And he played like [G] Clarence White
Clarence had a real job [D] Picking guitar when [G] there's time
[D]
[G] [D]
Keeps [G]
[D]
[G] a trapline in the winter Keeps flying wet [D] in the spring
[G] On a locked wall, fishing muskies [D] With his eldest [G] and Steve
[D] And they swap tales [G] about the raisin [D] And they tell the [G] awful lies
And he'd go home whenever notion [D] And the muskie [G] quit the fighting
[D] [G]
[D]
[G]
[D] [G]
[A] [G]
[N]
[F] [Am]
[A]
[G]
Works my chef at the depot With pistol [D] and light
[G]
And he guards them, rusty missiles Count White till the past time
And he's worked there for a long while Since he came home [D] from overseas
[G]
Helping Kelcord fight the good fight [D] And bring Baghdad [G] to its knees
[D] And it was hotter than the [G] mountain But it weren't so [G] he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat waves [D] Nearly as much [G] as all the sand
[D] [G]
[D]
[G] Now his daddy, he's a log man With a good leg [D] and a fake
That he [G] got off of a buddy [D] And a shit shot [G] that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters And he raised them [D] young and dry
[G] On a little bit of scripture [D] And an acreage [G] paradise
[D] And he'd go out on a weekend And he played like [G] Clarence White
Clarence had a real job [D] Picking guitar when [G] there's time
[D]
[G] [D]
Keeps [G]
[D]
[G] a trapline in the winter Keeps flying wet [D] in the spring
[G] On a locked wall, fishing muskies [D] With his eldest [G] and Steve
[D] And they swap tales [G] about the raisin [D] And they tell the [G] awful lies
And he'd go home whenever notion [D] And the muskie [G] quit the fighting
[D] [G]
[D]
[G]
[D] [G]
[A] [G]
[N]
Key:
G
D
A
F
Am
G
D
A
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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Works my chef at the depot With pistol [D] and light
[G]
And he guards them, rusty missiles Count White till the past time
And he's worked there for a long while Since he came home [D] from overseas
_ [G]
Helping Kelcord fight the good fight [D] And bring Baghdad [G] to its knees
[D] And it was hotter than the [G] mountain But it weren't so [G] he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat waves [D] Nearly as much [G] as all the sand _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ Now his daddy, he's a log man With a good leg [D] and a fake
That he [G] got off of a buddy [D] And a shit shot [G] that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters And he raised them [D] young and dry
[G] On a little bit of scripture [D] And an acreage [G] paradise
_ [D] And he'd go out on a weekend And he played like [G] Clarence White _ _
Clarence had a real job [D] Picking guitar when [G] there's time _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
Keeps [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ a trapline in the winter Keeps flying wet [D] in the spring
[G] On a locked wall, fishing muskies [D] With his eldest [G] and Steve
[D] And they swap tales [G] about the raisin [D] And they tell the [G] awful lies
And he'd go home whenever notion [D] And the muskie [G] quit the fighting _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
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_ [F] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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Works my chef at the depot With pistol [D] and light
[G]
And he guards them, rusty missiles Count White till the past time
And he's worked there for a long while Since he came home [D] from overseas
_ [G]
Helping Kelcord fight the good fight [D] And bring Baghdad [G] to its knees
[D] And it was hotter than the [G] mountain But it weren't so [G] he couldn't stand
And it weren't so much the heat waves [D] Nearly as much [G] as all the sand _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ Now his daddy, he's a log man With a good leg [D] and a fake
That he [G] got off of a buddy [D] And a shit shot [G] that he made
And he worked them hands to splinters And he raised them [D] young and dry
[G] On a little bit of scripture [D] And an acreage [G] paradise
_ [D] And he'd go out on a weekend And he played like [G] Clarence White _ _
Clarence had a real job [D] Picking guitar when [G] there's time _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
Keeps [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ a trapline in the winter Keeps flying wet [D] in the spring
[G] On a locked wall, fishing muskies [D] With his eldest [G] and Steve
[D] And they swap tales [G] about the raisin [D] And they tell the [G] awful lies
And he'd go home whenever notion [D] And the muskie [G] quit the fighting _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
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