Steamboat Willie Chords by Walter Mitty And His Makeshift Orchestra
Tempo:
73.275 bpm
Chords used:
D
Ab
Am
A
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[Ab] We've all sailed through storms just like Steamboat Willie
But this time we actually might drown
Besides cash in my pockets [N] and girls I think are pretty
There's four things I need before I go down
I'm saying pack a couple bowls for my boys tonight
Give me the chance to kiss my bike goodbye
And give all my records to all my best friends
And tell mom I'm sorry I drove her insane
So wet your lips dear
And sing like the [D] ship's going down
We've been here before and we came out laughing
But this time I think we actually might drown
[Am]
[D] I've been from private school, polos, the sweet jail of Canada
And slept on the most random couches and floors
I'm a spoiled yuppie punk and maybe that's not all I'm after
But I've [N] seen things people paint calendars for
I would [D] say peace another heat stick [A] but god I'm just tired
And all my friends say this cartoon's life expired
[Dm] Some of them ran off chasing [N] corporate grims
And some of them left me for Oxycontin
So what's the point dear
To build up what only breaks down
I'm leaving just as mixed up as when I got here
They'll find me in Morro Bay floating face down
[Ab] We've all sailed through storms just like Steamboat Willie
But this time we actually might drown
Besides cash in my pockets [N] and girls I think are pretty
There's four things I need before I go down
I'm saying pack a couple bowls for my boys tonight
Give me the chance to kiss my bike goodbye
And give all my records to all my best friends
And tell mom I'm sorry I drove her insane
So wet your lips dear
And sing like the [D] ship's going down
We've been here before and we came out laughing
But this time I think we actually might drown
[Am]
[D] I've been from private school, polos, the sweet jail of Canada
And slept on the most random couches and floors
I'm a spoiled yuppie punk and maybe that's not all I'm after
But I've [N] seen things people paint calendars for
I would [D] say peace another heat stick [A] but god I'm just tired
And all my friends say this cartoon's life expired
[Dm] Some of them ran off chasing [N] corporate grims
And some of them left me for Oxycontin
So what's the point dear
To build up what only breaks down
I'm leaving just as mixed up as when I got here
They'll find me in Morro Bay floating face down
Key:
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] We've all sailed through storms just like Steamboat Willie
But this time we actually might drown
Besides cash in my pockets [N] and girls I think are pretty
There's four things I need before I go down
I'm saying pack a couple bowls for my boys tonight
Give me the chance to kiss my bike goodbye
And give all my records to all my best friends
And tell mom I'm sorry I drove her insane
So wet your lips dear
And sing like the [D] ship's going down
_ We've been here before and we came out laughing
But this time I think we actually might drown
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] I've been from private school, polos, the sweet jail of Canada
And slept on the most random couches and floors
I'm a spoiled yuppie punk and maybe that's not all I'm after
But I've [N] seen things people paint calendars for
I would [D] say peace another heat stick [A] but god I'm just tired
And all my friends say this cartoon's life expired
[Dm] Some of them ran off chasing [N] corporate grims
And some of them left me for Oxycontin
So what's the point dear
To build up what only breaks down _
I'm leaving just as mixed up as when I got here
They'll find me in Morro Bay floating face down _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] We've all sailed through storms just like Steamboat Willie
But this time we actually might drown
Besides cash in my pockets [N] and girls I think are pretty
There's four things I need before I go down
I'm saying pack a couple bowls for my boys tonight
Give me the chance to kiss my bike goodbye
And give all my records to all my best friends
And tell mom I'm sorry I drove her insane
So wet your lips dear
And sing like the [D] ship's going down
_ We've been here before and we came out laughing
But this time I think we actually might drown
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] I've been from private school, polos, the sweet jail of Canada
And slept on the most random couches and floors
I'm a spoiled yuppie punk and maybe that's not all I'm after
But I've [N] seen things people paint calendars for
I would [D] say peace another heat stick [A] but god I'm just tired
And all my friends say this cartoon's life expired
[Dm] Some of them ran off chasing [N] corporate grims
And some of them left me for Oxycontin
So what's the point dear
To build up what only breaks down _
I'm leaving just as mixed up as when I got here
They'll find me in Morro Bay floating face down _ _ _ _