Open All Night - Studio Version (w/lyrics) Chords
Tempo:
72.3 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [E] [B] [F#]
Well, I had the carburetor maybe cleaned and checked,
where there's lime on every strip,
[B] dropped the roof in the backyard on the [F#]
first split,
and you said a [C#] shot, took her down to the car wash,
and said, what's the [F#] point,
so I'll go on out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint.
Hurling off to the real skyline, I'm a hussle,
go for jet-terries through [B] the night time,
gotta find a gas station,
gotta find a [F#] date on the turnpike,
gotta search the ski at night,
when you're [C#] all alone, I'm a hipster,
baby, I'm running [F#] late,
it's a dirty, eastern morning,
like the lunar landscape.
[B]
[C#] [F#] Have a fall, don't stick me,
suss with me on the night,
take me to high,
look back to where my [B] baby lives,
my wee-wee-ow, you maggot,
hazy [F#] radio relay,
tires on your leash,
get you my [C#] baby,
underneath the old Westford,
the party [F#] lights,
good night, good luck,
one, two,
I said, I met Wanda when she was employed,
behind the counter at the Bob's Big [B] Boy Factory,
on the front seat,
sitting in my lap,
[F#] we're pouncing our fingers on my technical road [C#] map,
I remember one love,
a scrap metal hit [F#] with a big crown,
how to make your heart stand still.
I'm coming home. Woo!
Woo!
[B]
[C#]
Yeah!
[F#] I hear your pressure,
making it last,
make up your mind,
I'm gonna check the [B] gas,
gotta call my baby,
you're gonna tell her,
[F#] let her know that her daddy's coming on [C#] home,
sit tight, baby mama,
I'm coming [F#] round,
I got three, four hours,
but I'm covering ground,
I get itchy in my wee wee,
our sun just a red ball,
rising over in the finery [B] tower,
radio's jammed up,
the gospel [F#] station's lost,
oh,
call along this is [C#] salvation,
hey, Mr.
DJ,
won't you hear my [F#] wife cry,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know [B] why,
Well, I had the carburetor maybe cleaned and checked,
where there's lime on every strip,
[B] dropped the roof in the backyard on the [F#]
first split,
and you said a [C#] shot, took her down to the car wash,
and said, what's the [F#] point,
so I'll go on out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint.
Hurling off to the real skyline, I'm a hussle,
go for jet-terries through [B] the night time,
gotta find a gas station,
gotta find a [F#] date on the turnpike,
gotta search the ski at night,
when you're [C#] all alone, I'm a hipster,
baby, I'm running [F#] late,
it's a dirty, eastern morning,
like the lunar landscape.
[B]
[C#] [F#] Have a fall, don't stick me,
suss with me on the night,
take me to high,
look back to where my [B] baby lives,
my wee-wee-ow, you maggot,
hazy [F#] radio relay,
tires on your leash,
get you my [C#] baby,
underneath the old Westford,
the party [F#] lights,
good night, good luck,
one, two,
I said, I met Wanda when she was employed,
behind the counter at the Bob's Big [B] Boy Factory,
on the front seat,
sitting in my lap,
[F#] we're pouncing our fingers on my technical road [C#] map,
I remember one love,
a scrap metal hit [F#] with a big crown,
how to make your heart stand still.
I'm coming home. Woo!
Woo!
[B]
[C#]
Yeah!
[F#] I hear your pressure,
making it last,
make up your mind,
I'm gonna check the [B] gas,
gotta call my baby,
you're gonna tell her,
[F#] let her know that her daddy's coming on [C#] home,
sit tight, baby mama,
I'm coming [F#] round,
I got three, four hours,
but I'm covering ground,
I get itchy in my wee wee,
our sun just a red ball,
rising over in the finery [B] tower,
radio's jammed up,
the gospel [F#] station's lost,
oh,
call along this is [C#] salvation,
hey, Mr.
DJ,
won't you hear my [F#] wife cry,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know [B] why,
Key:
F#
B
C#
E
F#
B
C#
E
[B] _ [E] _ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I had the carburetor maybe cleaned and checked,
where there's lime on every strip,
[B] dropped the roof in the backyard on the _ [F#]
first split,
and you said a [C#] shot, took her down to the car wash,
and said, what's the [F#] point,
so I'll go on out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint.
Hurling off to the real skyline, I'm a hussle,
go for jet-terries through [B] the night time,
gotta find a gas station,
gotta find a [F#] date on the turnpike,
gotta search the ski at night,
when you're [C#] all alone, I'm a hipster,
baby, I'm running [F#] late,
it's a dirty, eastern morning,
like the lunar landscape.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] Have a fall, don't stick me,
suss with me on the night,
take me to high,
look back to where my [B] baby lives,
my wee-wee-ow, you maggot,
hazy [F#] radio relay,
tires on your leash,
get you my [C#] baby,
underneath the old Westford,
the party [F#] lights,
good night, good luck,
one, two,
I said, I met Wanda when she was employed,
behind the counter at the Bob's Big [B] Boy Factory,
on the front seat,
sitting in my lap,
[F#] we're pouncing our fingers on my technical road [C#] map,
I remember one love,
a scrap metal hit [F#] with a big crown,
how to make your heart stand still.
I'm coming home. _ Woo!
Woo!
_ [B] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah! _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] I hear your pressure,
making it last,
make up your mind,
I'm gonna check the [B] gas,
gotta call my baby,
you're gonna tell her,
[F#] let her know that her daddy's coming on [C#] home,
sit tight, baby mama,
I'm coming [F#] round,
I got three, four hours,
but I'm covering ground,
I get itchy in my wee wee,
our sun just a red ball,
rising over in the finery [B] tower,
radio's jammed up,
the gospel [F#] station's lost,
oh,
call along this is [C#] salvation,
hey, Mr.
DJ,
won't you hear my [F#] wife cry,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know [B] why, _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I had the carburetor maybe cleaned and checked,
where there's lime on every strip,
[B] dropped the roof in the backyard on the _ [F#]
first split,
and you said a [C#] shot, took her down to the car wash,
and said, what's the [F#] point,
so I'll go on out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint.
Hurling off to the real skyline, I'm a hussle,
go for jet-terries through [B] the night time,
gotta find a gas station,
gotta find a [F#] date on the turnpike,
gotta search the ski at night,
when you're [C#] all alone, I'm a hipster,
baby, I'm running [F#] late,
it's a dirty, eastern morning,
like the lunar landscape.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] Have a fall, don't stick me,
suss with me on the night,
take me to high,
look back to where my [B] baby lives,
my wee-wee-ow, you maggot,
hazy [F#] radio relay,
tires on your leash,
get you my [C#] baby,
underneath the old Westford,
the party [F#] lights,
good night, good luck,
one, two,
I said, I met Wanda when she was employed,
behind the counter at the Bob's Big [B] Boy Factory,
on the front seat,
sitting in my lap,
[F#] we're pouncing our fingers on my technical road [C#] map,
I remember one love,
a scrap metal hit [F#] with a big crown,
how to make your heart stand still.
I'm coming home. _ Woo!
Woo!
_ [B] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Yeah! _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] I hear your pressure,
making it last,
make up your mind,
I'm gonna check the [B] gas,
gotta call my baby,
you're gonna tell her,
[F#] let her know that her daddy's coming on [C#] home,
sit tight, baby mama,
I'm coming [F#] round,
I got three, four hours,
but I'm covering ground,
I get itchy in my wee wee,
our sun just a red ball,
rising over in the finery [B] tower,
radio's jammed up,
the gospel [F#] station's lost,
oh,
call along this is [C#] salvation,
hey, Mr.
DJ,
won't you hear my [F#] wife cry,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know why,
hey, her rockin' old lever needs to know [B] why, _ _ _ _