300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues Chords by The White Stripes
Tempo:
86.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
D
A
G
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [E] [Bm]
[E] [D] [E]
[D] [E]
[D] [E]
[D] [E] I'm bringing [D] back those that are no longer [E] there.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] I'm getting hard on myself, [D]
sitting in my easy [E] chair.
[D] [E]
[D] Well [A] there's three people in the mirror, and I'm [G] wondering which one [D] of them I should [E] choose.
[D] [E]
[D] Well I [B] can't keep from laughing, spitting out [D] these 300 [G] mph ant [E]-hive blues.
[D] [E]
[E] [Dm] [E]
[Dm] [E] I'm breaking [D] my teeth off, drying the [E] bottom of my lip.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] There's all kinds of red [D]-headed women, and I ain't supposed [E] to care.
[D] [E]
[D] [A] And it's that color which never fails [G] to [D] turn [E] me blue.
[D] So [E]
[D] [B] I just slowly hold on to it, [D] and use it to scare [G] the hell out [E] of you.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] [D] [E]
[D]
[E] [A] [E]
[A] [E] [D] [E]
[D] [E] [D] I have a woman who says, come and watch [E] me bleed.
[D] [E]
And I'm wondering just how [D] I can do that, and still give her everything that she [E] needs.
[D] [E]
[A] Well there's three people in my head that have [G] the answer that one [D] of them has got to [E] be you.
[Bm] [E]
[B] But you're holding tight to it, the [D] answer's spinning, it's coming out of my brow, out of [E] your groove.
[A] [E] [C#] [E]
[C#] [Em]
[E] [Bm] [E]
[D] Put [E] on gloves, tight scarf, and [D] wrap up warm on this [E] winter night.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] Every time you get [D] defensive, you're just looking for [E] a fight.
[D] [E]
It's [A] safe to say somebody out there's got a [G] problem with [D] almost everything you [E] do.
[D] [E]
[D] Well [B] next time they stab you, don't fight back, just [D] pay the victim instead of paying [E] the fool.
[D] And [E]
[D] [E] [D] [E]
[D] [E] the roads are covered [D] with a million little [E] molecules [D] [E]
of cigarette ashes.
And the school [D] floors are covered with pieces of pencil [E] eraser too.
[A] Well so long as the ground's gonna keep [G] holding off, [D] my ashes [E] too.
[D] [E]
[D] But [B] I can't help but wonder if after [D] I'm gone, will I still have your 300 mile per hour things breaking?
No answer's broken, back to critic as a beat's strung and busted [E] up, empty cup, torrential alcohol [E] blues.
[Bm] [D] [E]
[D] One thing's for sure, in that graveyard, [E]
[Bm] I'm gonna have the [E] shiniest pair of shoes.
[Bm] [E]
[E] [D] [E]
[D] [E]
[D] [E]
[D] [E] I'm bringing [D] back those that are no longer [E] there.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] I'm getting hard on myself, [D]
sitting in my easy [E] chair.
[D] [E]
[D] Well [A] there's three people in the mirror, and I'm [G] wondering which one [D] of them I should [E] choose.
[D] [E]
[D] Well I [B] can't keep from laughing, spitting out [D] these 300 [G] mph ant [E]-hive blues.
[D] [E]
[E] [Dm] [E]
[Dm] [E] I'm breaking [D] my teeth off, drying the [E] bottom of my lip.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] There's all kinds of red [D]-headed women, and I ain't supposed [E] to care.
[D] [E]
[D] [A] And it's that color which never fails [G] to [D] turn [E] me blue.
[D] So [E]
[D] [B] I just slowly hold on to it, [D] and use it to scare [G] the hell out [E] of you.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] [D] [E]
[D]
[E] [A] [E]
[A] [E] [D] [E]
[D] [E] [D] I have a woman who says, come and watch [E] me bleed.
[D] [E]
And I'm wondering just how [D] I can do that, and still give her everything that she [E] needs.
[D] [E]
[A] Well there's three people in my head that have [G] the answer that one [D] of them has got to [E] be you.
[Bm] [E]
[B] But you're holding tight to it, the [D] answer's spinning, it's coming out of my brow, out of [E] your groove.
[A] [E] [C#] [E]
[C#] [Em]
[E] [Bm] [E]
[D] Put [E] on gloves, tight scarf, and [D] wrap up warm on this [E] winter night.
[D] [E]
[D] [E] Every time you get [D] defensive, you're just looking for [E] a fight.
[D] [E]
It's [A] safe to say somebody out there's got a [G] problem with [D] almost everything you [E] do.
[D] [E]
[D] Well [B] next time they stab you, don't fight back, just [D] pay the victim instead of paying [E] the fool.
[D] And [E]
[D] [E] [D] [E]
[D] [E] the roads are covered [D] with a million little [E] molecules [D] [E]
of cigarette ashes.
And the school [D] floors are covered with pieces of pencil [E] eraser too.
[A] Well so long as the ground's gonna keep [G] holding off, [D] my ashes [E] too.
[D] [E]
[D] But [B] I can't help but wonder if after [D] I'm gone, will I still have your 300 mile per hour things breaking?
No answer's broken, back to critic as a beat's strung and busted [E] up, empty cup, torrential alcohol [E] blues.
[Bm] [D] [E]
[D] One thing's for sure, in that graveyard, [E]
[Bm] I'm gonna have the [E] shiniest pair of shoes.
[Bm] [E]
Key:
E
D
A
G
Bm
E
D
A
_ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ I'm bringing [D] back those that are no longer [E] there.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] I'm getting hard on myself, [D] _
sitting in my easy [E] chair.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Well [A] there's three people in the mirror, and I'm [G] wondering which one [D] of them I should [E] choose.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Well I [B] can't keep from laughing, spitting out [D] these 300 [G] mph ant [E]-hive blues.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [E] _ I'm breaking [D] my teeth off, drying the [E] bottom of my lip.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] There's all kinds of red [D]-headed women, and I ain't supposed [E] to care.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [A] And it's that color which never fails [G] to [D] turn [E] me blue.
[D] So _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [B] I just slowly hold on to it, [D] and use it to scare [G] the hell out [E] of you.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] I have a woman who says, come and watch [E] me bleed.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ And I'm wondering just how [D] I can do that, and still give her everything that she [E] needs.
[D] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] Well there's three people in my head that have [G] the answer that one [D] of them has got to [E] be you.
_ [Bm] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] But you're holding tight to it, the [D] answer's spinning, it's coming out of my brow, out of [E] your groove. _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ [C#] _ _ [E] _ _
[C#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Put [E] on gloves, tight scarf, and [D] wrap up warm on this [E] winter night.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] Every time you get [D] defensive, you're just looking for [E] a fight.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
It's [A] safe to say somebody out there's got a [G] problem with [D] almost everything you [E] do.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Well [B] next time they stab you, don't fight back, just [D] pay the victim instead of paying [E] the fool.
[D] And _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] the roads are covered [D] with a million little [E] molecules [D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ of cigarette ashes.
And the school [D] floors are covered with pieces of pencil [E] eraser too. _ _ _ _
_ [A] Well so long as the ground's gonna keep [G] holding off, [D] my ashes [E] too.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] But [B] I can't help but wonder if after [D] I'm gone, will I still have your 300 mile per hour things breaking?
No answer's broken, back to critic as a beat's strung and busted [E] up, empty cup, torrential alcohol [E] blues. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ One thing's for sure, in that graveyard, [E] _
[Bm] I'm gonna have the [E] shiniest pair of shoes.
[Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ I'm bringing [D] back those that are no longer [E] there.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] I'm getting hard on myself, [D] _
sitting in my easy [E] chair.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Well [A] there's three people in the mirror, and I'm [G] wondering which one [D] of them I should [E] choose.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Well I [B] can't keep from laughing, spitting out [D] these 300 [G] mph ant [E]-hive blues.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [E] _ I'm breaking [D] my teeth off, drying the [E] bottom of my lip.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] There's all kinds of red [D]-headed women, and I ain't supposed [E] to care.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [A] And it's that color which never fails [G] to [D] turn [E] me blue.
[D] So _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [B] I just slowly hold on to it, [D] and use it to scare [G] the hell out [E] of you.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] I have a woman who says, come and watch [E] me bleed.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ And I'm wondering just how [D] I can do that, and still give her everything that she [E] needs.
[D] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] Well there's three people in my head that have [G] the answer that one [D] of them has got to [E] be you.
_ [Bm] _ _ [E] _
_ [B] But you're holding tight to it, the [D] answer's spinning, it's coming out of my brow, out of [E] your groove. _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ [C#] _ _ [E] _ _
[C#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Put [E] on gloves, tight scarf, and [D] wrap up warm on this [E] winter night.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] Every time you get [D] defensive, you're just looking for [E] a fight.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
It's [A] safe to say somebody out there's got a [G] problem with [D] almost everything you [E] do.
_ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] Well [B] next time they stab you, don't fight back, just [D] pay the victim instead of paying [E] the fool.
[D] And _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ [E] the roads are covered [D] with a million little [E] molecules [D] _ _ [E] _ _
_ of cigarette ashes.
And the school [D] floors are covered with pieces of pencil [E] eraser too. _ _ _ _
_ [A] Well so long as the ground's gonna keep [G] holding off, [D] my ashes [E] too.
[D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] But [B] I can't help but wonder if after [D] I'm gone, will I still have your 300 mile per hour things breaking?
No answer's broken, back to critic as a beat's strung and busted [E] up, empty cup, torrential alcohol [E] blues. _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ One thing's for sure, in that graveyard, [E] _
[Bm] I'm gonna have the [E] shiniest pair of shoes.
[Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _