Chords for Willy Tea Taylor "Brand New Game"
Tempo:
129.9 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
F#
E
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] My
[F#] [D]
[F#] [G]
[D]
brother moved away, searching for the shining light.
Now he's working [G] in a restaurant, and he's cooking [D]
every night.
Well me I stuck around, just a living in this town.
I got so many [G] friends here, well it [D] keeps me around.
And I'm [F#] [D] dreaming every day, hell I dreamt my life away.
[F#] Like when [G] I was a boy, I grew up [D] catching for Detroit.
My brother was a Yankee, my buddy Whitey was a Met.
We'd [G] all win the pennant, with a [D] game winning hit.
Now Whitey's digging ditches, and I'm unemployed.
We're grounded [E] [G] out on wishes, far [D] from the little boys.
[F#] And we [G] never thought, life gonna get [D] so real.
[F#] Cause we [G] always thought, life's a baseball [D] field.
[F#] And even if we [G]
lost, we never [D] complained.
[F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, and a brand new [D] game.
[G]
[D]
My old man didn't see us, quite as often as he liked.
But he taught me [G] how to catch and throw, and the [D] baseball way of life.
Like how to take a grounder, when it's bouncing off your face.
And picking [G] up that baseball, gun him out at [D] first base.
My old man, he's an outfielder, and he grew up on a farm.
Catching fly [G] balls in the pasture, he got a [D] cannon for an arm.
And he taught me how to love life, just be playing in a game.
He still dreaming [G] about the Giants, shagging [D] balls with Willie Mays.
And he [G] never thought, life gonna get [D] so real.
[F#] Cause he [G] always thought, life's a [D] baseball field.
[F#] And even [G] if he lost, well he [D] never complained.
[F#] There's always [Bm] tomorrow, and a brand [D] new game.
I got a [F#] boy of [D] my own, he gonna grow up to a man.
And [E] I'll teach him [G] about baseball, so he'll [D] understand.
How to take that pitch and strike out, and get back at the plate.
And crack [G] one up the middle, or three for four [D] that day.
[F#] And he'll [G] never think, life gonna get [D] so real.
[F#] Cause he'll [G] always think, life's a [D] baseball field.
[F#] And even if [G] he loses, well he'll never [D] complain.
[F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, and a brand new [D] game.
[F#] [D]
[F#] [G]
[D]
brother moved away, searching for the shining light.
Now he's working [G] in a restaurant, and he's cooking [D]
every night.
Well me I stuck around, just a living in this town.
I got so many [G] friends here, well it [D] keeps me around.
And I'm [F#] [D] dreaming every day, hell I dreamt my life away.
[F#] Like when [G] I was a boy, I grew up [D] catching for Detroit.
My brother was a Yankee, my buddy Whitey was a Met.
We'd [G] all win the pennant, with a [D] game winning hit.
Now Whitey's digging ditches, and I'm unemployed.
We're grounded [E] [G] out on wishes, far [D] from the little boys.
[F#] And we [G] never thought, life gonna get [D] so real.
[F#] Cause we [G] always thought, life's a baseball [D] field.
[F#] And even if we [G]
lost, we never [D] complained.
[F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, and a brand new [D] game.
[G]
[D]
My old man didn't see us, quite as often as he liked.
But he taught me [G] how to catch and throw, and the [D] baseball way of life.
Like how to take a grounder, when it's bouncing off your face.
And picking [G] up that baseball, gun him out at [D] first base.
My old man, he's an outfielder, and he grew up on a farm.
Catching fly [G] balls in the pasture, he got a [D] cannon for an arm.
And he taught me how to love life, just be playing in a game.
He still dreaming [G] about the Giants, shagging [D] balls with Willie Mays.
And he [G] never thought, life gonna get [D] so real.
[F#] Cause he [G] always thought, life's a [D] baseball field.
[F#] And even [G] if he lost, well he [D] never complained.
[F#] There's always [Bm] tomorrow, and a brand [D] new game.
I got a [F#] boy of [D] my own, he gonna grow up to a man.
And [E] I'll teach him [G] about baseball, so he'll [D] understand.
How to take that pitch and strike out, and get back at the plate.
And crack [G] one up the middle, or three for four [D] that day.
[F#] And he'll [G] never think, life gonna get [D] so real.
[F#] Cause he'll [G] always think, life's a [D] baseball field.
[F#] And even if [G] he loses, well he'll never [D] complain.
[F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, and a brand new [D] game.
Key:
D
G
F#
E
Bm
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G
F#
_ _ _ _ _ [D] My _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ brother moved away, _ _ _ searching for the shining light.
_ _ Now he's working [G] in a restaurant, _ _ and he's cooking [D]
every night.
_ _ Well me I stuck around, _ _ just a living in this town.
_ _ _ I got so many [G] friends here, _ _ well it [D] keeps me around.
_ _ _ And I'm [F#] [D] dreaming every day, _ hell I dreamt my life away.
_ _ _ [F#] Like when [G] I was a boy, _ _ _ I grew up [D] catching for Detroit.
_ _ _ My brother was a Yankee, _ _ my buddy Whitey was a Met.
_ _ _ We'd [G] all win the pennant, _ _ _ with a [D] game winning hit.
Now _ Whitey's digging ditches, _ _ _ and I'm unemployed.
_ _ _ We're grounded [E] [G] out on wishes, _ _ _ far [D] from the little boys.
_ _ [F#] And we [G] never thought, _ _ _ life gonna get [D] so real.
_ _ _ [F#] Cause we [G] always thought, _ _ _ life's a baseball [D] field.
_ _ _ _ [F#] And even if we [G]
lost, _ _ _ we never [D] complained.
_ _ _ _ [F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, _ _ and a brand new [D] game.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ My old man didn't see us, _ quite as often as he liked.
_ _ But he taught me [G] how to catch and throw, _ and the [D] baseball way of life.
_ _ _ Like how to take a grounder, _ _ when it's bouncing off your face.
And picking [G] up that baseball, _ _ gun him out at [D] first base. _
_ _ My old man, he's an outfielder, _ and he grew up on a farm.
_ Catching fly [G] balls in the pasture, _ _ he got a [D] cannon for an arm. _
_ And he taught me how to love life, _ _ just be playing in a game.
He _ still dreaming [G] about the Giants, _ _ shagging [D] balls with Willie Mays. _ _
_ And he [G] never thought, _ _ _ life gonna get [D] so real. _ _ _
[F#] Cause he [G] always thought, _ _ _ life's a [D] baseball field. _ _ _ _
[F#] And even [G] if he lost, _ _ well he [D] never complained. _ _ _
[F#] There's always [Bm] tomorrow, _ _ and a brand [D] new game.
I _ got a [F#] boy of [D] my own, _ he gonna grow up to a man.
_ _ And [E] I'll teach him [G] about baseball, _ _ so he'll [D] understand.
_ _ How to take that pitch and strike out, _ and get back at the plate.
_ _ And crack [G] one up the middle, _ _ or three for four [D] that day.
_ _ _ [F#] And he'll [G] never think, _ _ life gonna get [D] so real.
_ _ _ [F#] Cause he'll [G] always think, _ _ life's a [D] baseball field. _
_ _ [F#] And even if [G] he loses, _ _ well he'll never [D] complain. _ _
_ [F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, _ _ _ and a brand new [D] game. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ brother moved away, _ _ _ searching for the shining light.
_ _ Now he's working [G] in a restaurant, _ _ and he's cooking [D]
every night.
_ _ Well me I stuck around, _ _ just a living in this town.
_ _ _ I got so many [G] friends here, _ _ well it [D] keeps me around.
_ _ _ And I'm [F#] [D] dreaming every day, _ hell I dreamt my life away.
_ _ _ [F#] Like when [G] I was a boy, _ _ _ I grew up [D] catching for Detroit.
_ _ _ My brother was a Yankee, _ _ my buddy Whitey was a Met.
_ _ _ We'd [G] all win the pennant, _ _ _ with a [D] game winning hit.
Now _ Whitey's digging ditches, _ _ _ and I'm unemployed.
_ _ _ We're grounded [E] [G] out on wishes, _ _ _ far [D] from the little boys.
_ _ [F#] And we [G] never thought, _ _ _ life gonna get [D] so real.
_ _ _ [F#] Cause we [G] always thought, _ _ _ life's a baseball [D] field.
_ _ _ _ [F#] And even if we [G]
lost, _ _ _ we never [D] complained.
_ _ _ _ [F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, _ _ and a brand new [D] game.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ My old man didn't see us, _ quite as often as he liked.
_ _ But he taught me [G] how to catch and throw, _ and the [D] baseball way of life.
_ _ _ Like how to take a grounder, _ _ when it's bouncing off your face.
And picking [G] up that baseball, _ _ gun him out at [D] first base. _
_ _ My old man, he's an outfielder, _ and he grew up on a farm.
_ Catching fly [G] balls in the pasture, _ _ he got a [D] cannon for an arm. _
_ And he taught me how to love life, _ _ just be playing in a game.
He _ still dreaming [G] about the Giants, _ _ shagging [D] balls with Willie Mays. _ _
_ And he [G] never thought, _ _ _ life gonna get [D] so real. _ _ _
[F#] Cause he [G] always thought, _ _ _ life's a [D] baseball field. _ _ _ _
[F#] And even [G] if he lost, _ _ well he [D] never complained. _ _ _
[F#] There's always [Bm] tomorrow, _ _ and a brand [D] new game.
I _ got a [F#] boy of [D] my own, _ he gonna grow up to a man.
_ _ And [E] I'll teach him [G] about baseball, _ _ so he'll [D] understand.
_ _ How to take that pitch and strike out, _ and get back at the plate.
_ _ And crack [G] one up the middle, _ _ or three for four [D] that day.
_ _ _ [F#] And he'll [G] never think, _ _ life gonna get [D] so real.
_ _ _ [F#] Cause he'll [G] always think, _ _ life's a [D] baseball field. _
_ _ [F#] And even if [G] he loses, _ _ well he'll never [D] complain. _ _
_ [F#] There's [G] always tomorrow, _ _ _ and a brand new [D] game. _ _ _