Chords for Olivia Millerschin "Ellie"
Tempo:
76.525 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Gm
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is a song I wrote, it's called Ellie.
I have a sister named Ellie.
It's not about her.
She's [B] pissed.
And [Bbm] if I don't say what it's about, then it just [Bb] sounds like a really vague, hip song.
Like you know those songs you hear and you're like, ooh, I have to Google that because I don't know what that means.
That's what it sounds like.
But if [F] I tell you the story, so which one would you rather?
[Bb] So I had this guitar, [C] I was part of this acoustic guitar project where they choose five songwriters in an area
[Abm] and they pass the guitar around one week to each artist and you're [Eb] supposed to write a song on the guitar
and [B] then you give it to the next person and then you get together and you all play songs for each other.
So of course I waited until two hours before the man who was coming to pick up the guitar from me was coming to write my song.
I was like, okay, well might as well, what's better inspiration than pressure?
And sometimes when I'm having a little bit of a creative block, I'll ask my mom for ideas.
She's in this room right now, I'm staring right at her.
I thought I was going to turn around and she, oh she did.
Okay, but I'll ask her for ideas [Bb] and she'll read me headlines.
So she [F] was reading me headlines from the New York [Bb] Times and there was this one special,
and it was a story [C] all about the people [Ab] whose jobs it is to go into the homes of people who've [G] died
and who have nobody [Abm] left, basically put together their will and their life story.
And this particular account was about this guy who lived in the same house he was born in in Brooklyn his whole life.
And he was engaged to [Ab] a woman when he was 20 years old, [Abm] but they didn't end up getting married
because her mom wanted a prenup and he [G] didn't believe in that.
So I thought it [Eb] was just like one of the most tragic and beautiful things that I'd ever heard.
So I wrote the song, her name was Ellie, [N] and he left everything in his will to her.
I left that part out.
It's like a corny song. Detail.
[Bb] Yeah, they hadn't made any contact, but he left everything to her.
[F]
[Bb]
I hope Ellie read her mail today
I know [C] she won't like the news
[Gm] I'll bet she [G] thinks it's a Christmas card
[Bb] And I'll bet she still loves me too
I passed in the house my parents got
And no one realized for days [Gm] It's strange
[G] In this city full [Bb] of souls and sights to see
Nobody sees a thing
She [Gm] saw my [Bb] everything
She spent my everything
So Ellie, wait
For you to come home to me
[Eb] [Bb] You should've been in a safe place [Gm] to live
In [F] here tied up in [Bb] this one goody seat
[Gm] Ellie, all [F] these years don't mean [Bb]
a thing
[C] [Bb]
We met on the corner of Cundown
I should've married her that day
But [G] she moved on to someone mother could [Bb] approve
Though I know she felt the same
[Gm] She saw my everything
And she spent my [Bb] everything
So Ellie, wait
For you to come home to me
[Eb] You [Bb] should've been in a safe place to [Gm] live
In here [F] tied up in this [Bb] one goody seat
Ellie, [F] all these years don't mean a thing
Don't [Bb] mean a thing to me
I
[N]
want to paint the shoulders and arms of your head
I have a sister named Ellie.
It's not about her.
She's [B] pissed.
And [Bbm] if I don't say what it's about, then it just [Bb] sounds like a really vague, hip song.
Like you know those songs you hear and you're like, ooh, I have to Google that because I don't know what that means.
That's what it sounds like.
But if [F] I tell you the story, so which one would you rather?
[Bb] So I had this guitar, [C] I was part of this acoustic guitar project where they choose five songwriters in an area
[Abm] and they pass the guitar around one week to each artist and you're [Eb] supposed to write a song on the guitar
and [B] then you give it to the next person and then you get together and you all play songs for each other.
So of course I waited until two hours before the man who was coming to pick up the guitar from me was coming to write my song.
I was like, okay, well might as well, what's better inspiration than pressure?
And sometimes when I'm having a little bit of a creative block, I'll ask my mom for ideas.
She's in this room right now, I'm staring right at her.
I thought I was going to turn around and she, oh she did.
Okay, but I'll ask her for ideas [Bb] and she'll read me headlines.
So she [F] was reading me headlines from the New York [Bb] Times and there was this one special,
and it was a story [C] all about the people [Ab] whose jobs it is to go into the homes of people who've [G] died
and who have nobody [Abm] left, basically put together their will and their life story.
And this particular account was about this guy who lived in the same house he was born in in Brooklyn his whole life.
And he was engaged to [Ab] a woman when he was 20 years old, [Abm] but they didn't end up getting married
because her mom wanted a prenup and he [G] didn't believe in that.
So I thought it [Eb] was just like one of the most tragic and beautiful things that I'd ever heard.
So I wrote the song, her name was Ellie, [N] and he left everything in his will to her.
I left that part out.
It's like a corny song. Detail.
[Bb] Yeah, they hadn't made any contact, but he left everything to her.
[F]
[Bb]
I hope Ellie read her mail today
I know [C] she won't like the news
[Gm] I'll bet she [G] thinks it's a Christmas card
[Bb] And I'll bet she still loves me too
I passed in the house my parents got
And no one realized for days [Gm] It's strange
[G] In this city full [Bb] of souls and sights to see
Nobody sees a thing
She [Gm] saw my [Bb] everything
She spent my everything
So Ellie, wait
For you to come home to me
[Eb] [Bb] You should've been in a safe place [Gm] to live
In [F] here tied up in [Bb] this one goody seat
[Gm] Ellie, all [F] these years don't mean [Bb]
a thing
[C] [Bb]
We met on the corner of Cundown
I should've married her that day
But [G] she moved on to someone mother could [Bb] approve
Though I know she felt the same
[Gm] She saw my everything
And she spent my [Bb] everything
So Ellie, wait
For you to come home to me
[Eb] You [Bb] should've been in a safe place to [Gm] live
In here [F] tied up in this [Bb] one goody seat
Ellie, [F] all these years don't mean a thing
Don't [Bb] mean a thing to me
I
[N]
want to paint the shoulders and arms of your head
Key:
Bb
F
Gm
G
C
Bb
F
Gm
_ _ This is a song I wrote, it's called Ellie.
I have a sister named Ellie.
It's not about her.
She's [B] pissed.
And [Bbm] if I don't say what it's about, then it just [Bb] sounds like a really vague, hip song.
Like you know those songs you hear and you're like, ooh, I have to Google that because I don't know what that means.
That's what it sounds like.
But if [F] I tell you the story, so which one would you rather?
_ [Bb] _ So I had this guitar, [C] I was part of this acoustic guitar project where they choose five songwriters in an area
[Abm] and they pass the guitar around one week to each artist and you're [Eb] supposed to write a song on the guitar
and [B] then you give it to the next person and then you get together and you all play songs for each other.
So of course I waited until two hours before the man who was coming to pick up the guitar from me was coming to write my song.
I was like, okay, well might as well, what's better inspiration than pressure?
And sometimes when I'm having a little bit of a creative block, I'll ask my mom for ideas.
She's in this room right now, I'm staring right at her.
I thought I was going to turn around and she, oh she did.
Okay, but I'll ask her for ideas [Bb] and she'll read me headlines.
So she [F] was reading me headlines from the New York [Bb] Times and there was this one special,
and it was a story [C] all about the people [Ab] whose jobs it is to go into the homes of people who've [G] died
and who have nobody [Abm] left, basically put together their will and their life story.
And this particular account was about this guy who lived in the same house he was born in in Brooklyn his whole life.
And he was engaged to [Ab] a woman when he was 20 years old, [Abm] but they didn't end up getting married
because her mom wanted a prenup and he [G] didn't believe in that.
So I thought it [Eb] was just like one of the most tragic and beautiful things that I'd ever heard.
So I wrote the song, her name was Ellie, [N] and he _ _ _ left everything in his will to her.
I left that part out.
It's like a corny song. Detail.
[Bb] Yeah, they hadn't made any contact, but he left everything to her.
[F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I hope _ _ Ellie read her mail today
I know [C] she won't like the news
[Gm] I'll bet _ she [G] thinks it's a Christmas card
[Bb] And I'll bet _ she still loves me too _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I passed in the house my parents got
And no one _ _ realized for days [Gm] It's strange
[G] _ In this city full [Bb] of souls and sights to see
Nobody sees a thing _
She [Gm] saw my [Bb] everything
She spent my everything
So Ellie, wait
_ For you to come home to me
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ You should've been in a safe place [Gm] to live
In [F] here tied up in [Bb] this one goody seat
_ [Gm] Ellie, all [F] these years don't mean [Bb] _ _
a thing _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
We met on the corner of Cundown
I should've married her that day
But [G] she moved _ on to someone mother could [Bb] approve
_ Though I know she felt the same
[Gm] She saw my everything
And she spent my [Bb] everything
So Ellie, wait
For you to come home to me
[Eb] You _ [Bb] _ should've been in a safe place to [Gm] live
In here [F] tied up in this [Bb] one goody seat
Ellie, [F] all these years don't mean a thing
Don't [Bb] mean a thing to me
I _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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want to paint the shoulders and arms of your head _ _
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I have a sister named Ellie.
It's not about her.
She's [B] pissed.
And [Bbm] if I don't say what it's about, then it just [Bb] sounds like a really vague, hip song.
Like you know those songs you hear and you're like, ooh, I have to Google that because I don't know what that means.
That's what it sounds like.
But if [F] I tell you the story, so which one would you rather?
_ [Bb] _ So I had this guitar, [C] I was part of this acoustic guitar project where they choose five songwriters in an area
[Abm] and they pass the guitar around one week to each artist and you're [Eb] supposed to write a song on the guitar
and [B] then you give it to the next person and then you get together and you all play songs for each other.
So of course I waited until two hours before the man who was coming to pick up the guitar from me was coming to write my song.
I was like, okay, well might as well, what's better inspiration than pressure?
And sometimes when I'm having a little bit of a creative block, I'll ask my mom for ideas.
She's in this room right now, I'm staring right at her.
I thought I was going to turn around and she, oh she did.
Okay, but I'll ask her for ideas [Bb] and she'll read me headlines.
So she [F] was reading me headlines from the New York [Bb] Times and there was this one special,
and it was a story [C] all about the people [Ab] whose jobs it is to go into the homes of people who've [G] died
and who have nobody [Abm] left, basically put together their will and their life story.
And this particular account was about this guy who lived in the same house he was born in in Brooklyn his whole life.
And he was engaged to [Ab] a woman when he was 20 years old, [Abm] but they didn't end up getting married
because her mom wanted a prenup and he [G] didn't believe in that.
So I thought it [Eb] was just like one of the most tragic and beautiful things that I'd ever heard.
So I wrote the song, her name was Ellie, [N] and he _ _ _ left everything in his will to her.
I left that part out.
It's like a corny song. Detail.
[Bb] Yeah, they hadn't made any contact, but he left everything to her.
[F] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I hope _ _ Ellie read her mail today
I know [C] she won't like the news
[Gm] I'll bet _ she [G] thinks it's a Christmas card
[Bb] And I'll bet _ she still loves me too _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I passed in the house my parents got
And no one _ _ realized for days [Gm] It's strange
[G] _ In this city full [Bb] of souls and sights to see
Nobody sees a thing _
She [Gm] saw my [Bb] everything
She spent my everything
So Ellie, wait
_ For you to come home to me
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ You should've been in a safe place [Gm] to live
In [F] here tied up in [Bb] this one goody seat
_ [Gm] Ellie, all [F] these years don't mean [Bb] _ _
a thing _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
We met on the corner of Cundown
I should've married her that day
But [G] she moved _ on to someone mother could [Bb] approve
_ Though I know she felt the same
[Gm] She saw my everything
And she spent my [Bb] everything
So Ellie, wait
For you to come home to me
[Eb] You _ [Bb] _ should've been in a safe place to [Gm] live
In here [F] tied up in this [Bb] one goody seat
Ellie, [F] all these years don't mean a thing
Don't [Bb] mean a thing to me
I _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
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want to paint the shoulders and arms of your head _ _
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