Punch Drunk Chords by Uncle Tupelo
Tempo:
96.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Em
C
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] [D]
[C] [G]
Way in overhead, caught off guard [Em] by the gutter.
Everybody spending [D] this time, just building [G] and making.
Someday someone will say, tell them what, 9 to 5 in a flying valley.
[Em] Those three sheets of [D] wind, I [G] remember when this started.
Don't know where that it [D] ends.
It's Sunday, it's never, it's okay.
When you're beating, [Bm] fly off the pitch, God [D] still reads the [G] headlines.
[D] One page from [A] old submission.
[G] Working away on Leeville Freeway, [Em] straight away from the slashing [D] fires.
Cities [C] uncized there, [G] on the roadside, pointing nowhere.
No one gets off here, no way to [Em] slow down, this piece of my [D] song.
Where, where I wish [G] someone ever thinks about it.
And [D] there's no, it's okay.
[C] When you're beating, fly [Bm] off the pitch, [D] God still reads [G] the headlines.
[D] Word of, [C] listening, [G] for every drop of sweat, that it takes to [E] speak on the wonder.
Knowing how to [D] win the job [G] next.
Sitting here, punch drunk on the wazoo.
[Gm] [Em] [D]
[G]
[Em]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
Way in overhead, caught off guard [Em] by the gutter.
Everybody spending [D] this time, just building [G] and making.
Someday someone will say, tell them what, 9 to 5 in a flying valley.
[Em] Those three sheets of [D] wind, I [G] remember when this started.
Don't know where that it [D] ends.
It's Sunday, it's never, it's okay.
When you're beating, [Bm] fly off the pitch, God [D] still reads the [G] headlines.
[D] One page from [A] old submission.
[G] Working away on Leeville Freeway, [Em] straight away from the slashing [D] fires.
Cities [C] uncized there, [G] on the roadside, pointing nowhere.
No one gets off here, no way to [Em] slow down, this piece of my [D] song.
Where, where I wish [G] someone ever thinks about it.
And [D] there's no, it's okay.
[C] When you're beating, fly [Bm] off the pitch, [D] God still reads [G] the headlines.
[D] Word of, [C] listening, [G] for every drop of sweat, that it takes to [E] speak on the wonder.
Knowing how to [D] win the job [G] next.
Sitting here, punch drunk on the wazoo.
[Gm] [Em] [D]
[G]
[Em]
[D] [G]
Key:
D
G
Em
C
Bm
D
G
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ Way in overhead, caught off guard [Em] by the gutter.
_ Everybody spending [D] this time, just building [G] and making.
Someday someone will say, tell them what, 9 to 5 in a flying valley.
[Em] Those three sheets of [D] wind, I [G] remember when this started.
Don't know where that it [D] ends.
It's Sunday, it's never, it's okay. _
When you're beating, [Bm] fly off the pitch, God [D] still reads the [G] headlines.
[D] One page from [A] old submission.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ Working away on Leeville Freeway, [Em] straight away from the slashing [D] fires.
Cities [C] uncized there, [G] on the roadside, pointing nowhere.
_ No one gets off here, no way to [Em] slow down, this piece of my [D] song.
Where, where I wish [G] someone ever thinks about it.
And [D] there's no, it's okay.
[C] When you're beating, fly [Bm] off the pitch, _ [D] God still reads [G] the headlines.
[D] Word of, _ _ [C] listening, [G] for every drop of sweat, that it takes to [E] speak on the wonder.
_ Knowing how to [D] win the job [G] next.
Sitting here, punch drunk on the wazoo.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ Way in overhead, caught off guard [Em] by the gutter.
_ Everybody spending [D] this time, just building [G] and making.
Someday someone will say, tell them what, 9 to 5 in a flying valley.
[Em] Those three sheets of [D] wind, I [G] remember when this started.
Don't know where that it [D] ends.
It's Sunday, it's never, it's okay. _
When you're beating, [Bm] fly off the pitch, God [D] still reads the [G] headlines.
[D] One page from [A] old submission.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ Working away on Leeville Freeway, [Em] straight away from the slashing [D] fires.
Cities [C] uncized there, [G] on the roadside, pointing nowhere.
_ No one gets off here, no way to [Em] slow down, this piece of my [D] song.
Where, where I wish [G] someone ever thinks about it.
And [D] there's no, it's okay.
[C] When you're beating, fly [Bm] off the pitch, _ [D] God still reads [G] the headlines.
[D] Word of, _ _ [C] listening, [G] for every drop of sweat, that it takes to [E] speak on the wonder.
_ Knowing how to [D] win the job [G] next.
Sitting here, punch drunk on the wazoo.
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[Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
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