Where Have All The Good People Gone Chords by Sam Roberts
Tempo:
86.95 bpm
Chords used:
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D
Em
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A] Oh, [Em] the [A] way you look at me, it's got a little sour.
The leaves are under the flowers, [D] but [A] the way I've been sitting, I've been waiting for a sign.
[Em] Inhuman [A] beings, taking up [D] all of my [Em] time.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all [F#m] the good [G] people gone?
[D] [A] [Em] I have a [A] metaphor, in a long, long while.
They [Em] don't change [A] my everything, they [D] change my [A] style.
The [Em] modern [A] world, is a dark old world.
And [Em] all I [A] need are, [D] children.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [G] people [D] gone?
[A]
At the time we're sustaining, we are just turned away.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire to [D] [A] self.
We will fall in the flame, we need a cool breeze in the summer rain.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire [D] to self.
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come out.
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come [A] out.
Oh, the wood you're wearing, is [G] kind of a little [A] sour.
[Em] The [A] leaves are shining a flower.
[D]
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, [G#] to take [E] out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
One of these, but I got to stay.
I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [G] people [C] gone?
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[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[A] [D]
[A] Oh, [Em] the [A] way you look at me, it's got a little sour.
The leaves are under the flowers, [D] but [A] the way I've been sitting, I've been waiting for a sign.
[Em] Inhuman [A] beings, taking up [D] all of my [Em] time.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all [F#m] the good [G] people gone?
[D] [A] [Em] I have a [A] metaphor, in a long, long while.
They [Em] don't change [A] my everything, they [D] change my [A] style.
The [Em] modern [A] world, is a dark old world.
And [Em] all I [A] need are, [D] children.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [G] people [D] gone?
[A]
At the time we're sustaining, we are just turned away.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire to [D] [A] self.
We will fall in the flame, we need a cool breeze in the summer rain.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire [D] to self.
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come out.
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come [A] out.
Oh, the wood you're wearing, is [G] kind of a little [A] sour.
[Em] The [A] leaves are shining a flower.
[D]
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, [G#] to take [E] out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
One of these, but I got to stay.
I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [G] people [C] gone?
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[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [A] Oh, [Em] the [A] way you look at me, it's got a little sour.
The leaves are under the flowers, [D] but [A] the way _ _ I've been sitting, I've been waiting for a sign.
[Em] Inhuman [A] beings, taking up [D] all of my [Em] time.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all [F#m] the good [G] people gone?
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] I have a [A] metaphor, in a long, long while.
They [Em] don't change [A] my everything, they [D] change my [A] style.
The [Em] modern [A] world, is a dark old world.
And [Em] all I [A] need are, [D] children.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [G] people [D] gone? _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
At the time we're sustaining, we are just turned away.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire to [D] _ [A] self. _ _ _ _ _
We will fall in the flame, we need a cool breeze in the summer rain.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire [D] to self. _ _ _ _ _
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come out.
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come [A] out.
Oh, the wood you're wearing, is [G] kind of a little [A] sour.
[Em] The [A] leaves are shining a flower.
[D] _ _
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, [G#] to take [E] out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
One of these, but I got to stay.
I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
_ Where have all the good [G] people [C] gone?
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_ [A] Oh, [Em] the [A] way you look at me, it's got a little sour.
The leaves are under the flowers, [D] but [A] the way _ _ I've been sitting, I've been waiting for a sign.
[Em] Inhuman [A] beings, taking up [D] all of my [Em] time.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all [F#m] the good [G] people gone?
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] I have a [A] metaphor, in a long, long while.
They [Em] don't change [A] my everything, they [D] change my [A] style.
The [Em] modern [A] world, is a dark old world.
And [Em] all I [A] need are, [D] children.
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [G] people [D] gone? _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
At the time we're sustaining, we are just turned away.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire to [D] _ [A] self. _ _ _ _ _
We will fall in the flame, we need a cool breeze in the summer rain.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves, we are feeding our fire [D] to self. _ _ _ _ _
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come out.
[A] Come out, come out, come out, [D] people come [A] out.
Oh, the wood you're wearing, is [G] kind of a little [A] sour.
[Em] The [A] leaves are shining a flower.
[D] _ _
[E] One of these, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, [G#] to take [E] out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
One of these, but I got to stay.
I'm wondering more [A] every day.
It must be out, till I come.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
I've got a metaphor on my shoulder, to take out, to pull me [A] over.
Thank God, to have been loved.
_ Where have all the good [G] people [C] gone?
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