The Local Chords by Kevin Bloody Wilson

Tempo:
96.75 bpm
Chords used:

A

E

D

G

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Local chords
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[C] [B] [D]
I just got in from the local, [G] I had to try the local brew.
And I run [D] into the local [E] gossip, and I learned a thing or two
[D] about you local yokels [G] and what yous get [D] up to.
[G] And he read [D] me your [A] pedigrees, and I'll read them back to [D] you.
He [G] said the local [D] chefs are poofed up, [G] the local docs are [D] drunk,
[G] the local priest [Bm] likes little boys bums, and [A] the local cops are [D] cunt.
I said the [A] local cops are, [D] what did I say?
The local cops are cunt.
The local mayor's a fucking dickhead, [G] his wife's the local snob,
the local bank manager's a [D] fucking wanker and so's the [A] local cop.
[D] The local sparky's a fucking cowboy, [G] local plumber's [D] making a mint.
The [G] local undertaker's a fucking weirdo, [A] and the local lawyer's [D] full of shit.
And the local chefs are poofed up, [G] the local [D] docs are drunk,
the [G] local priest likes little boys bums, and the local cops are cunt.
I said the local cops are, what did I say?
The local cops are cunt.
[E] The local bookie's a shonky bastard, [A] local racer's [E] fucking rink,
[A] local publican ought to [E] be fucking heartened [F#] for watering down [B] the piss.
The local [E] polly's a fucking gin jockey, and [A] here's something else I [E] know,
the local [A] cricket team ain't worth [E] fucking shit, the [B] local footy team's a [E] fucking joke.
And the [A] local chefs are [E] poofed up, the local docs are drunk,
[A] the local priest likes [C#m] little boys bums, and [E] the local cops are cunt.
I said the local cops are, what did I say?
The local cops are cunt.
The local butcher's full of blowflies, [A] local dog's a full [E] of fleas,
[A] local barber's a [E] fucking butcher, local kid's [B] a fucking thief,
local [E] car yard's a fucking rip off, [A] and so's the local [E] show,
and [A] the local cops are dead set [B] cunt.
But I mentioned that [E] a minute ago, when I said,
[A] the local [E] chefs are poofed up, [A] the local docs are drunk,
the local priest likes little boys [E] bums, and the local cops are cunt.
I said [A] the local chefs [E] are poofed up, [A] the local docs are drunk,
[A] the local priest likes little boys bums, and the [B] local [E] cops are cunt.
I said the local cops are, what did I say?
The local cops are cunt.
Bing finished, one, two, three, four,
the local cops
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A
1231
E
2311
D
1321
G
2131
B
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A
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E
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D
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To jam and learn the simple chords for Kevin Bloody Wilson - The Local chords, practice playing E, A, E, A, D, G and D in sequence. For a smooth transition, initiate your practice at 48 BPM and gradually match the song's pace of 97 BPM. With the song's key of A Major, set your capo to fit your vocal range and chord choice.

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[C] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I just got in from the local, [G] I had to try the local brew.
And I run [D] into the local [E] gossip, and I learned a thing or two
[D] about you local yokels [G] and what yous get [D] up to.
[G] And he read [D] me your [A] pedigrees, and I'll read them back to [D] you.
He [G] said the local [D] chefs are poofed up, [G] the local docs are [D] drunk,
[G] the local priest [Bm] likes little boys bums, and [A] the local cops are [D] cunt.
I said the [A] local cops are, [D] what did I say?
The local cops are cunt. _
The local mayor's a fucking dickhead, [G] his wife's the local snob,
the local bank manager's a [D] fucking wanker and so's the [A] local cop.
[D] The local sparky's a fucking cowboy, [G] local plumber's [D] making a mint.
The [G] local undertaker's a fucking weirdo, [A] and the local lawyer's [D] full of shit.
_ And the local chefs are poofed up, [G] the local [D] docs are drunk,
the [G] local priest likes little boys bums, and the local cops are cunt.
I said the local cops are, what did I say?
The local cops are cunt.
_ _ [E] _ _ The local bookie's a shonky bastard, [A] local racer's [E] fucking rink,
[A] local publican ought to [E] be fucking heartened [F#] for watering down [B] the piss.
The local [E] polly's a fucking gin jockey, and [A] here's something else I [E] know,
the local [A] cricket team ain't worth [E] fucking shit, the [B] local footy team's a [E] fucking joke.
And the [A] local chefs are [E] poofed up, the local docs are drunk,
[A] the local priest likes [C#m] little boys bums, and [E] the local cops are cunt.
I said the local cops are, what did I say?
The local cops are cunt.
The local butcher's full of blowflies, [A] local dog's a full [E] of fleas,
[A] local barber's a [E] fucking butcher, local kid's [B] a fucking thief,
local [E] car yard's a fucking rip off, [A] and so's the local [E] show,
and [A] the local cops are dead set [B] cunt.
But I mentioned that [E] a minute ago, when I said,
[A] the local [E] chefs are poofed up, [A] the local docs are drunk,
the local priest likes little boys [E] bums, and the local cops are cunt.
I said [A] the local chefs [E] are poofed up, [A] the local docs are drunk,
[A] the local priest likes little boys bums, and the [B] local [E] cops are cunt.
I said the local cops are, what did I say?
The local cops are cunt.
Bing finished, one, two, three, four,
the local cops