Chords for We're the Kind of People
Tempo:
113 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[D] [E]
[F#m] [E] [Bm] [A] Them lights and the sweet wine of a bartender [E] named Joe.
Same hurt on different faces everywhere [A] I go.
Sad songs tell the story that our lips just [D] can't say.
That's why [A]
we're the kind of people [G#] [F#m] [E] that make the [A] jukebox play.
So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow.
Passion and pride and things that [A] might have been.
Our mama, she once loved me, then she took her [E] love away.
That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day.
[E] And we're the kind of people that make the [A] jukebox play.
I [E] [F#m] [E]
[D]
[E] [F#m] [E] [Bm] [A]
know it may sound crazy, but this dime is my [E] best friend.
It controls that old jukebox when I go [A] drop it in.
That old song says everything ten thousand words [D] can't say.
That's [A] why we're the kind of people [E] [F#m] that [E] make the [A] jukebox play.
So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow.
Passion and pride and things that [A] might have been.
[D] [A] Our mama, she once loved me, then she took that [E] love away.
That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day.
[E] And we're the kind of people that make the [A] jukebox play.
[D] [E]
[F#m] [E] [Bm] [A] Them lights and the sweet wine of a bartender [E] named Joe.
Same hurt on different faces everywhere [A] I go.
Sad songs tell the story that our lips just [D] can't say.
That's why [A]
we're the kind of people [G#] [F#m] [E] that make the [A] jukebox play.
So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow.
Passion and pride and things that [A] might have been.
Our mama, she once loved me, then she took her [E] love away.
That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day.
[E] And we're the kind of people that make the [A] jukebox play.
I [E] [F#m] [E]
[D]
[E] [F#m] [E] [Bm] [A]
know it may sound crazy, but this dime is my [E] best friend.
It controls that old jukebox when I go [A] drop it in.
That old song says everything ten thousand words [D] can't say.
That's [A] why we're the kind of people [E] [F#m] that [E] make the [A] jukebox play.
So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow.
Passion and pride and things that [A] might have been.
[D] [A] Our mama, she once loved me, then she took that [E] love away.
That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day.
[E] And we're the kind of people that make the [A] jukebox play.
Key:
E
A
D
F#m
Bm
E
A
D
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ [E] _ [Bm] [A] Them lights _ and the sweet wine of a bartender [E] named Joe.
_ Same hurt on different faces _ _ _ everywhere [A] I go.
_ _ Sad songs tell the story _ that our lips just [D] can't say.
_ _ _ _ That's why [A] _
we're the kind of people [G#] _ [F#m] [E] that make the [A] jukebox play. _ _ _
_ So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow.
_ _ Passion _ and pride _ and things that [A] might have been.
_ Our mama, she once loved me, then she took her [E] love away.
_ _ That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] And we're the kind of people _ that make the [A] jukebox play. _ _
I [E] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ [Bm] _ [A]
know it may sound crazy, but this dime is my [E] best friend.
It controls that old jukebox when I go [A] drop it in. _ _
That old song says everything ten thousand words [D] can't say. _ _ _
_ That's [A] why we're the kind of people [E] [F#m] that [E] _ make the [A] jukebox play.
_ _ _ So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow. _ _
Passion _ and pride _ and things that [A] might have been.
_ [D] [A] Our mama, she once loved me, then she took that [E] love away. _ _
That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day. _ _
_ _ [E] And we're the kind of people _ that make the [A] jukebox play. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ [E] _ [Bm] [A] Them lights _ and the sweet wine of a bartender [E] named Joe.
_ Same hurt on different faces _ _ _ everywhere [A] I go.
_ _ Sad songs tell the story _ that our lips just [D] can't say.
_ _ _ _ That's why [A] _
we're the kind of people [G#] _ [F#m] [E] that make the [A] jukebox play. _ _ _
_ So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow.
_ _ Passion _ and pride _ and things that [A] might have been.
_ Our mama, she once loved me, then she took her [E] love away.
_ _ That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] And we're the kind of people _ that make the [A] jukebox play. _ _
I [E] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ [E] _ [Bm] _ [A]
know it may sound crazy, but this dime is my [E] best friend.
It controls that old jukebox when I go [A] drop it in. _ _
That old song says everything ten thousand words [D] can't say. _ _ _
_ That's [A] why we're the kind of people [E] [F#m] that [E] _ make the [A] jukebox play.
_ _ _ So please sing about the hurt, the bitter tears, and [E] lonely sorrow. _ _
Passion _ and pride _ and things that [A] might have been.
_ [D] [A] Our mama, she once loved me, then she took that [E] love away. _ _
That's the kind of song that can soothe my kind [D] each day. _ _
_ _ [E] And we're the kind of people _ that make the [A] jukebox play. _ _ _ _ _ _ _