Brass Knuckles Chords by Rupert Holmes
Tempo:
120.75 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C
Gm
E
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [Dm]
[G]
[Bb]
[C] Working at [Gm] a homicide, [C] they told me Joe [Gm] Vinelli died.
[C] We'd been a team [Gm] for seven years.
[C] His widow [Gm] wouldn't waste her tears.
[F] But [Cm] darn it, no one seemed to care.
[F] Those [A] crooked cops [Cm] foul up the air.
[E] But since I worked [Ebm] so long with Joe,
[E] I felt I had [B] the right to know.
[Am] I found a club [E] in Malibu.
[Am] He'd gone when he [E] felt black and blue.
[Am] 20 [Em] bucks in petty cash.
[Am] The hat-checked girl [Em] spilled out some trash.
[Dm] And in her tail, [A] I heard a name [Dm] that
rang a gong [A] to save the game.
[Db] A [Gm] congressman named Thorley Doakes,
[Db] who had a [Ab] place in Sherman Oaks.
[Em] Step softly, [Bm] gumshoe, you're out of your class.
[Bb] You're treading mighty barefoot [Dm] and there's glass in the grass.
Brass knuckles won't help you when your hands ain't clean.
Blubber hoses, broken noses [A] are a trench coat [A] scene.
And [Dm] you ain't less or [B] disappear.
You're breathing [C] rarefied air.
Up [Gm] through the luscious state I wheel.
[C] A [G] servant made me [Em] show my shield.
[C] The [Gm] congressman conversed with me.
[C] He flashed a smile convincingly.
[F] He said it not a thing to [Cm] hide, [F] [Am] which told me [Cm] right away he
lied, [E] because how could [Ebm] he afford the rent [E] unless he's [B] somewhat overspent?
[Am] Down the [E] stairs came Mrs.
Doakes,
[Am] the kind that [Em] takes off firm and close.
[Am] She left her [Em] furs upon her bed [Am] and slipped on [Em] angel lace instead.
[Dm] Her husband [Am] left to get a drink.
[Dm] Her eyes sped [Am] up the way I think.
[Db] I figured [Gm] Doakes had murdered Joe [Db] when blackmailed [Ab] for his kneading dough.
[Em] Brass knuckles, [Bm] copper, you've fallen in love.
[Bb] You're near the [Dm] rim of hell, but you see heaven above.
Brass knuckles won't fail you, but the light touch will.
[Gm] Pistol holder, chip on shoulder [Em] with your gut set to [A] spill.
You [Dm] think that just in your [G] soul's your banks, your [E] brain's
loaded [C] with [C] blanks.
The angel [G] fell heavenly.
[A] She sank her [G] body into me.
[C] My double [Gm]-breasted suit fit fine.
[C] Her form [Gm] aligned itself with mine.
[C] I [Cm] wonder I'd an agile brain.
[C] I spelled the [Cm] truth out clean and plain.
[E] I'd have to [Ebm] take her husband in that night.
[E] I hoped he'd come [B] without a fight.
[Am] That's when the [E] angel stole my gun [Am] and said, I [E] hate to spoil your fun.
[Am] Then laughing, [E] she explained to me [Am] the murderer [B] was none but she.
[Dm] A [A] love affair with Joe retired.
[Dm] And six shots [A] into him she [Em] fired.
[Db] The [Gm] congressman, a jerk like me, [Db] would cover it up [Ab] to keep her free.
[Bm] So goodbye, Seamus.
I'll aim for the chest.
[G] The bullet [Dm] holder entered near [Am] the top of your vest.
You [Gm] lost your heart already, so [A] you won't feel the [Am] pain.
Brass knuckles, brass [A] knuckles, and a brass-headed brain.
Take a breath, prepare to [Gm] clash.
You'll see a bright [Cm] blinding flash.
[G]
[Bb]
[C] Working at [Gm] a homicide, [C] they told me Joe [Gm] Vinelli died.
[C] We'd been a team [Gm] for seven years.
[C] His widow [Gm] wouldn't waste her tears.
[F] But [Cm] darn it, no one seemed to care.
[F] Those [A] crooked cops [Cm] foul up the air.
[E] But since I worked [Ebm] so long with Joe,
[E] I felt I had [B] the right to know.
[Am] I found a club [E] in Malibu.
[Am] He'd gone when he [E] felt black and blue.
[Am] 20 [Em] bucks in petty cash.
[Am] The hat-checked girl [Em] spilled out some trash.
[Dm] And in her tail, [A] I heard a name [Dm] that
rang a gong [A] to save the game.
[Db] A [Gm] congressman named Thorley Doakes,
[Db] who had a [Ab] place in Sherman Oaks.
[Em] Step softly, [Bm] gumshoe, you're out of your class.
[Bb] You're treading mighty barefoot [Dm] and there's glass in the grass.
Brass knuckles won't help you when your hands ain't clean.
Blubber hoses, broken noses [A] are a trench coat [A] scene.
And [Dm] you ain't less or [B] disappear.
You're breathing [C] rarefied air.
Up [Gm] through the luscious state I wheel.
[C] A [G] servant made me [Em] show my shield.
[C] The [Gm] congressman conversed with me.
[C] He flashed a smile convincingly.
[F] He said it not a thing to [Cm] hide, [F] [Am] which told me [Cm] right away he
lied, [E] because how could [Ebm] he afford the rent [E] unless he's [B] somewhat overspent?
[Am] Down the [E] stairs came Mrs.
Doakes,
[Am] the kind that [Em] takes off firm and close.
[Am] She left her [Em] furs upon her bed [Am] and slipped on [Em] angel lace instead.
[Dm] Her husband [Am] left to get a drink.
[Dm] Her eyes sped [Am] up the way I think.
[Db] I figured [Gm] Doakes had murdered Joe [Db] when blackmailed [Ab] for his kneading dough.
[Em] Brass knuckles, [Bm] copper, you've fallen in love.
[Bb] You're near the [Dm] rim of hell, but you see heaven above.
Brass knuckles won't fail you, but the light touch will.
[Gm] Pistol holder, chip on shoulder [Em] with your gut set to [A] spill.
You [Dm] think that just in your [G] soul's your banks, your [E] brain's
loaded [C] with [C] blanks.
The angel [G] fell heavenly.
[A] She sank her [G] body into me.
[C] My double [Gm]-breasted suit fit fine.
[C] Her form [Gm] aligned itself with mine.
[C] I [Cm] wonder I'd an agile brain.
[C] I spelled the [Cm] truth out clean and plain.
[E] I'd have to [Ebm] take her husband in that night.
[E] I hoped he'd come [B] without a fight.
[Am] That's when the [E] angel stole my gun [Am] and said, I [E] hate to spoil your fun.
[Am] Then laughing, [E] she explained to me [Am] the murderer [B] was none but she.
[Dm] A [A] love affair with Joe retired.
[Dm] And six shots [A] into him she [Em] fired.
[Db] The [Gm] congressman, a jerk like me, [Db] would cover it up [Ab] to keep her free.
[Bm] So goodbye, Seamus.
I'll aim for the chest.
[G] The bullet [Dm] holder entered near [Am] the top of your vest.
You [Gm] lost your heart already, so [A] you won't feel the [Am] pain.
Brass knuckles, brass [A] knuckles, and a brass-headed brain.
Take a breath, prepare to [Gm] clash.
You'll see a bright [Cm] blinding flash.
Key:
Am
C
Gm
E
Dm
Am
C
Gm
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Working at [Gm] a homicide, _ _ [C] _ they told me Joe [Gm] Vinelli died.
_ [C] _ We'd been a team [Gm] for seven years.
_ [C] _ His widow [Gm] wouldn't waste her tears.
_ [F] _ But [Cm] darn it, no one seemed to care.
_ [F] Those [A] crooked cops [Cm] foul up the air.
_ _ [E] _ But since I worked [Ebm] so long with Joe,
_ [E] _ I felt I had [B] the right to know.
_ [Am] _ I found a club [E] in Malibu.
_ [Am] _ He'd gone when he [E] felt black and blue.
_ [Am] _ 20 [Em] bucks in petty cash.
_ [Am] The hat-checked girl [Em] spilled out some trash.
_ [Dm] And in her tail, [A] I heard a name _ [Dm] that
rang a gong [A] to save the game.
_ [Db] _ A [Gm] congressman named Thorley Doakes,
_ [Db] _ who had a [Ab] place in Sherman Oaks.
[Em] Step softly, [Bm] gumshoe, you're out of your class.
[Bb] You're treading mighty barefoot [Dm] and there's glass in the grass.
Brass knuckles won't help you when your hands ain't clean.
Blubber hoses, broken noses [A] are a trench coat [A] scene.
And [Dm] you ain't less or [B] disappear.
You're breathing [C] rarefied air.
Up [Gm] through the luscious state I wheel.
_ [C] _ A [G] servant made me [Em] show my shield.
_ [C] _ The [Gm] congressman conversed with me.
_ [C] He flashed a smile convincingly.
_ _ [F] _ He said it not a thing to [Cm] hide, _ [F] _ [Am] which told me [Cm] right away he
lied, _ [E] _ because how could [Ebm] he afford the rent _ [E] _ _ unless he's [B] somewhat overspent?
_ [Am] _ _ Down the [E] stairs came Mrs.
Doakes,
_ [Am] _ the kind that [Em] takes off firm and close.
[Am] _ She left her [Em] furs upon her bed _ [Am] _ and slipped on [Em] angel lace instead.
_ [Dm] _ Her husband [Am] left to get a drink.
_ [Dm] Her eyes sped [Am] up the way I think.
_ [Db] _ I figured [Gm] Doakes had murdered Joe [Db] when _ blackmailed [Ab] for his kneading dough.
[Em] Brass knuckles, [Bm] copper, you've fallen in love.
[Bb] You're near the [Dm] rim of hell, but you see heaven above.
Brass knuckles won't fail you, but the light touch will.
[Gm] Pistol holder, chip on shoulder [Em] with your gut set to [A] spill.
You [Dm] think that just in your [G] soul's your banks, your [E] brain's
loaded [C] with [C] blanks.
The angel [G] fell heavenly.
[A] _ _ She sank her [G] body into me.
_ [C] _ My double [Gm]-breasted suit fit fine.
_ [C] _ Her form [Gm] aligned itself with mine.
_ [C] _ I [Cm] wonder I'd an agile brain.
_ [C] _ I spelled the [Cm] truth out clean and plain.
_ [E] I'd have to [Ebm] take her husband in that night.
_ [E] I hoped he'd come [B] without a fight.
_ _ [Am] _ That's when the [E] angel stole my gun [Am] and _ said, I [E] hate to spoil your fun.
_ [Am] _ Then laughing, [E] she explained to me _ [Am] the murderer [B] was none but she.
_ _ [Dm] _ A [A] love affair with Joe retired.
_ [Dm] _ And six shots [A] into him she [Em] fired.
_ [Db] _ The [Gm] congressman, a jerk like me, _ [Db] _ would cover it up [Ab] to keep her free.
[Bm] So goodbye, Seamus.
I'll aim for the chest.
[G] The bullet [Dm] holder entered near [Am] the top of your vest.
You [Gm] lost your heart already, so [A] you won't feel the [Am] pain.
Brass knuckles, brass [A] knuckles, and a brass-headed brain.
Take a breath, prepare to [Gm] clash.
You'll see a bright [Cm] blinding flash. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Working at [Gm] a homicide, _ _ [C] _ they told me Joe [Gm] Vinelli died.
_ [C] _ We'd been a team [Gm] for seven years.
_ [C] _ His widow [Gm] wouldn't waste her tears.
_ [F] _ But [Cm] darn it, no one seemed to care.
_ [F] Those [A] crooked cops [Cm] foul up the air.
_ _ [E] _ But since I worked [Ebm] so long with Joe,
_ [E] _ I felt I had [B] the right to know.
_ [Am] _ I found a club [E] in Malibu.
_ [Am] _ He'd gone when he [E] felt black and blue.
_ [Am] _ 20 [Em] bucks in petty cash.
_ [Am] The hat-checked girl [Em] spilled out some trash.
_ [Dm] And in her tail, [A] I heard a name _ [Dm] that
rang a gong [A] to save the game.
_ [Db] _ A [Gm] congressman named Thorley Doakes,
_ [Db] _ who had a [Ab] place in Sherman Oaks.
[Em] Step softly, [Bm] gumshoe, you're out of your class.
[Bb] You're treading mighty barefoot [Dm] and there's glass in the grass.
Brass knuckles won't help you when your hands ain't clean.
Blubber hoses, broken noses [A] are a trench coat [A] scene.
And [Dm] you ain't less or [B] disappear.
You're breathing [C] rarefied air.
Up [Gm] through the luscious state I wheel.
_ [C] _ A [G] servant made me [Em] show my shield.
_ [C] _ The [Gm] congressman conversed with me.
_ [C] He flashed a smile convincingly.
_ _ [F] _ He said it not a thing to [Cm] hide, _ [F] _ [Am] which told me [Cm] right away he
lied, _ [E] _ because how could [Ebm] he afford the rent _ [E] _ _ unless he's [B] somewhat overspent?
_ [Am] _ _ Down the [E] stairs came Mrs.
Doakes,
_ [Am] _ the kind that [Em] takes off firm and close.
[Am] _ She left her [Em] furs upon her bed _ [Am] _ and slipped on [Em] angel lace instead.
_ [Dm] _ Her husband [Am] left to get a drink.
_ [Dm] Her eyes sped [Am] up the way I think.
_ [Db] _ I figured [Gm] Doakes had murdered Joe [Db] when _ blackmailed [Ab] for his kneading dough.
[Em] Brass knuckles, [Bm] copper, you've fallen in love.
[Bb] You're near the [Dm] rim of hell, but you see heaven above.
Brass knuckles won't fail you, but the light touch will.
[Gm] Pistol holder, chip on shoulder [Em] with your gut set to [A] spill.
You [Dm] think that just in your [G] soul's your banks, your [E] brain's
loaded [C] with [C] blanks.
The angel [G] fell heavenly.
[A] _ _ She sank her [G] body into me.
_ [C] _ My double [Gm]-breasted suit fit fine.
_ [C] _ Her form [Gm] aligned itself with mine.
_ [C] _ I [Cm] wonder I'd an agile brain.
_ [C] _ I spelled the [Cm] truth out clean and plain.
_ [E] I'd have to [Ebm] take her husband in that night.
_ [E] I hoped he'd come [B] without a fight.
_ _ [Am] _ That's when the [E] angel stole my gun [Am] and _ said, I [E] hate to spoil your fun.
_ [Am] _ Then laughing, [E] she explained to me _ [Am] the murderer [B] was none but she.
_ _ [Dm] _ A [A] love affair with Joe retired.
_ [Dm] _ And six shots [A] into him she [Em] fired.
_ [Db] _ The [Gm] congressman, a jerk like me, _ [Db] _ would cover it up [Ab] to keep her free.
[Bm] So goodbye, Seamus.
I'll aim for the chest.
[G] The bullet [Dm] holder entered near [Am] the top of your vest.
You [Gm] lost your heart already, so [A] you won't feel the [Am] pain.
Brass knuckles, brass [A] knuckles, and a brass-headed brain.
Take a breath, prepare to [Gm] clash.
You'll see a bright [Cm] blinding flash. _ _ _ _ _