Chords for Wynn Varble - "Tough" (Two Camera)
Tempo:
97.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
Em
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll do this song here that um, I wrote this song by my two nephews down in Georgia.
They were um, they went through this stage where they thought they was in a gang or something, but they wasn't but like 14 years old and they was the whitest kids you ever seen in your life, you know.
Well I mean look at me, I mean.
[C] [G] [E] This uh, so I wrote this song trying to straighten them out, and straighten one of them out anyway, [Em] so.
You [D] [C] [Em]
[D] [C]
[Em] think you're tough with your big bass [C] speakers kicking in the back, [D] and your triple x lyrics blaring [Em] from your puke green Cadillac.
You got your bling bling on and your tattoos running [C] up and down your arm.
[D] Oh ain't you bad with the seat of your [Em] britches hanging down that far.
[D] Hey I hate to break it to you punk [C] but all that stuff, [Em] [D] ain't got a thing to do with being [C] tough.
[Em] Cause tough, [D] is your fingers [C] bleeding it's a hundred [A] degrees and you getting up.
[Em] Hey tough, [D] is your old man [C] yelling get up out of that [D] bed at the break of day.
[Am] Keep it on [G] going when you know you've [C] had enough.
[G] [Em] That's tough.
[A] [C]
[Em] [A]
[C] [Em] Now it might seem that I'm coming down a [C] little hard on you.
[D] But you think you're a man and you still got a lot of [Em] growing up to do.
Bet you talk a big game when you're hanging with your boys [C] in some pool hall.
[A] But I wonder how you'd act if you really had your [Em] back up against the wall.
Yeah [D] I'm sure those joints you hang out [C] in get pretty rough.
But [D] you got a lot to learn about [C] being tough.
[Em] Cause tough, [D] is a single [C] mom working three jobs [A] so her kids can eat.
[Em] Tough, [D] is reading bedtime stories when your body's begging you to go to [Am] sleep.
Giving [G] all you got for what you [C] love.
[Em] That's tough.
[A] [C] [Em]
[D] [C]
[D] See it wasn't very long ago my little [C] brother was about your age.
He [A] joined the Corps and before we knew [C] it they shipped him away.
So far away.
[Em]
Tough, [D] is a mama [C] crying waving [D] goodbyes her baby leaves.
[Em] Tough, [D] is this teenage [C] soldier on the front line fighting just [A] to keep you free.
[Am] Praying for one [G] more day from [C] God above.
[G] [Em] That's tough.
[D] [C]
[Em] Son that's tough.
[D]
[C] [Em] Pull your [A] breeches up boy.
[C]
They were um, they went through this stage where they thought they was in a gang or something, but they wasn't but like 14 years old and they was the whitest kids you ever seen in your life, you know.
Well I mean look at me, I mean.
[C] [G] [E] This uh, so I wrote this song trying to straighten them out, and straighten one of them out anyway, [Em] so.
You [D] [C] [Em]
[D] [C]
[Em] think you're tough with your big bass [C] speakers kicking in the back, [D] and your triple x lyrics blaring [Em] from your puke green Cadillac.
You got your bling bling on and your tattoos running [C] up and down your arm.
[D] Oh ain't you bad with the seat of your [Em] britches hanging down that far.
[D] Hey I hate to break it to you punk [C] but all that stuff, [Em] [D] ain't got a thing to do with being [C] tough.
[Em] Cause tough, [D] is your fingers [C] bleeding it's a hundred [A] degrees and you getting up.
[Em] Hey tough, [D] is your old man [C] yelling get up out of that [D] bed at the break of day.
[Am] Keep it on [G] going when you know you've [C] had enough.
[G] [Em] That's tough.
[A] [C]
[Em] [A]
[C] [Em] Now it might seem that I'm coming down a [C] little hard on you.
[D] But you think you're a man and you still got a lot of [Em] growing up to do.
Bet you talk a big game when you're hanging with your boys [C] in some pool hall.
[A] But I wonder how you'd act if you really had your [Em] back up against the wall.
Yeah [D] I'm sure those joints you hang out [C] in get pretty rough.
But [D] you got a lot to learn about [C] being tough.
[Em] Cause tough, [D] is a single [C] mom working three jobs [A] so her kids can eat.
[Em] Tough, [D] is reading bedtime stories when your body's begging you to go to [Am] sleep.
Giving [G] all you got for what you [C] love.
[Em] That's tough.
[A] [C] [Em]
[D] [C]
[D] See it wasn't very long ago my little [C] brother was about your age.
He [A] joined the Corps and before we knew [C] it they shipped him away.
So far away.
[Em]
Tough, [D] is a mama [C] crying waving [D] goodbyes her baby leaves.
[Em] Tough, [D] is this teenage [C] soldier on the front line fighting just [A] to keep you free.
[Am] Praying for one [G] more day from [C] God above.
[G] [Em] That's tough.
[D] [C]
[Em] Son that's tough.
[D]
[C] [Em] Pull your [A] breeches up boy.
[C]
Key:
C
Em
D
A
G
C
Em
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll do this song here that um, I wrote this song by my two nephews down in Georgia.
They were um, they went through this stage where they thought they was in a gang or something, but they wasn't but like 14 years old and they was the whitest kids you ever seen in your life, you know.
_ _ _ Well I mean look at me, I mean. _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] This uh, so I wrote this song trying to straighten them out, and straighten one of them out anyway, [Em] so.
You [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] think you're tough with your big bass [C] speakers kicking in the back, [D] and your triple x lyrics blaring [Em] from your puke green Cadillac.
_ You got your bling bling on and your tattoos running [C] up and down your arm.
[D] Oh ain't you bad with the seat of your [Em] britches hanging down that far.
[D] Hey I hate to break it to you punk [C] but all that stuff, _ [Em] [D] ain't got a thing to do with being [C] tough.
_ _ _ [Em] Cause tough, [D] is your fingers [C] bleeding it's a hundred [A] degrees and you getting up.
[Em] Hey tough, [D] is your old man [C] yelling get up out of that [D] bed at the break of day.
[Am] Keep it on [G] going when you know you've [C] had enough. _
[G] _ [Em] That's tough.
[A] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Em] Now it might seem that I'm coming down a [C] little hard on you.
[D] But you think you're a man and you still got a lot of [Em] growing up to do.
Bet you talk a big game when you're hanging with your boys [C] in some pool hall.
[A] But I wonder how you'd act if you really had your [Em] back up against the wall.
Yeah [D] I'm sure those joints you hang out [C] in get pretty rough.
But [D] you got a lot to learn about [C] being tough.
_ [Em] Cause tough, [D] is a single [C] mom working three jobs [A] so her kids can eat.
[Em] Tough, [D] is reading bedtime stories when your body's begging you to go to [Am] sleep.
Giving [G] all you got for what you [C] love.
_ _ [Em] That's tough.
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[D] See it wasn't very long ago my little [C] brother was about your age.
He [A] joined the Corps and before we knew [C] it they shipped him away.
_ So far away.
_ [Em] _
Tough, [D] is a mama [C] crying waving [D] goodbyes her baby leaves.
[Em] Tough, [D] is this teenage [C] soldier on the front line fighting just [A] to keep you free.
[Am] Praying for one [G] more day from [C] God above.
_ [G] _ [Em] That's tough.
[D] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Em] Son that's tough.
[D] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] Pull your [A] breeches up boy.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll do this song here that um, I wrote this song by my two nephews down in Georgia.
They were um, they went through this stage where they thought they was in a gang or something, but they wasn't but like 14 years old and they was the whitest kids you ever seen in your life, you know.
_ _ _ Well I mean look at me, I mean. _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] This uh, so I wrote this song trying to straighten them out, and straighten one of them out anyway, [Em] so.
You [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Em] think you're tough with your big bass [C] speakers kicking in the back, [D] and your triple x lyrics blaring [Em] from your puke green Cadillac.
_ You got your bling bling on and your tattoos running [C] up and down your arm.
[D] Oh ain't you bad with the seat of your [Em] britches hanging down that far.
[D] Hey I hate to break it to you punk [C] but all that stuff, _ [Em] [D] ain't got a thing to do with being [C] tough.
_ _ _ [Em] Cause tough, [D] is your fingers [C] bleeding it's a hundred [A] degrees and you getting up.
[Em] Hey tough, [D] is your old man [C] yelling get up out of that [D] bed at the break of day.
[Am] Keep it on [G] going when you know you've [C] had enough. _
[G] _ [Em] That's tough.
[A] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Em] Now it might seem that I'm coming down a [C] little hard on you.
[D] But you think you're a man and you still got a lot of [Em] growing up to do.
Bet you talk a big game when you're hanging with your boys [C] in some pool hall.
[A] But I wonder how you'd act if you really had your [Em] back up against the wall.
Yeah [D] I'm sure those joints you hang out [C] in get pretty rough.
But [D] you got a lot to learn about [C] being tough.
_ [Em] Cause tough, [D] is a single [C] mom working three jobs [A] so her kids can eat.
[Em] Tough, [D] is reading bedtime stories when your body's begging you to go to [Am] sleep.
Giving [G] all you got for what you [C] love.
_ _ [Em] That's tough.
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _
[D] See it wasn't very long ago my little [C] brother was about your age.
He [A] joined the Corps and before we knew [C] it they shipped him away.
_ So far away.
_ [Em] _
Tough, [D] is a mama [C] crying waving [D] goodbyes her baby leaves.
[Em] Tough, [D] is this teenage [C] soldier on the front line fighting just [A] to keep you free.
[Am] Praying for one [G] more day from [C] God above.
_ [G] _ [Em] That's tough.
[D] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Em] Son that's tough.
[D] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Em] Pull your [A] breeches up boy.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _