Chords for You Can't Kill Me
Tempo:
85.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Gm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G] [A] [G]
[Em] [G]
You [C] can't kill me.
[Dm] [C] I will [Gm] not [Am] die.
[Gm] Not now.
Not ever.
[Dm] No never.
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [Gm] long time.
[G] My soul [D] is on [G]
[C] forever.
[G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] I'm [G] gonna live
[C] [F] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] a
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [C]
[G] long,
[D] [G]
long time.
My [C] soul is on forever.
My soul is on forever. [G] It's free.
Will [D] not be [G] forgotten.
You can't change it.
[C] I will [G] not, not now, not ever, [D] no never.
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] raised up [G] forever.
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] One more.
You know, people out there want to ban books.
They want to ban my records.
They want to tell me when I can drink and what I can drink.
They want to ban drugs and sex and everything.
People want to have a lot of rules.
A lot of rules and regulations.
But listen up, Mr.
Rules and Regulations.
I ain't gonna obey you.
[C] [G] That's right, man.
I ain't gonna do what you say.
Oh, you can put me in jail.
You can kill me.
You can execute me.
But you can't kill rock and roll, man.
I'll tell you another damn thing.
I ain't eating no more fucking McDonald's either.
I ain't gonna eat it no more.
I ain't gonna eat it because it don't taste good.
You know what?
McDonald's can kiss my butt.
[C] [G] McDonald's can kiss my butt.
It's a great big hairy butt.
Got a dingleberry hanging off my butt.
McDonald's kiss my ass.
You know, people say, Mojo, you're always complaining about everything.
Why don't you vote in the election?
Why don't you become involved in the electoral process?
Uh-oh.
Oh, yeah.
Vote for Clinton, Mojo.
It's gonna make everything nice and new and neat.
We got one fool just as big a fool as the other fool.
Ain't nothing changed.
Same fools riding around in the black cars.
We still riding around on the subway, riding around in the bus.
We riding around in a 1978, you know, 1978 El Torino or some damn thing,
leaking oil, ain't got no money, gotta pay taxes, everything's screwed up.
I ain't gonna take it no more.
I'm gonna start an armed insurrection.
I'm gonna go to the hills of West Virginia,
and I'm gonna liberate some guns from a National Guard armory.
And I'm gonna start armed revolts because at some time,
in the course of human events,
it becomes necessary to disassociate yourself from the ties that bind.
I'm gonna break them ties.
I'm gonna bust them up.
So there I am standing around a campfire in the hills of West Virginia,
and the flames are shooting up high,
and I happen to be the head of the armed insurrection, the Rebel Alliance,
and I'm gonna sing our brand-new national anthem that goes something like this.
You can't kill me.
I [C] [G] will not die.
Not now. Not ever.
[D] No, never.
Wow!
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] is [Gm] on the road.
[G] Ow!
You can't kill me.
[C] I will [G] not ever.
[D] No, never.
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a [G] long, long time.
[D] My soul is on [G] the [C] road.
[G] My soul [D] is [G] on the [C] road.
[G] My soul [D] is on [C] the road.
[G]
Oh, you can shoot my body full of holes,
but you can't kill the spirit of rock and roll, baby.
[Em] [G]
You [C] can't kill me.
[Dm] [C] I will [Gm] not [Am] die.
[Gm] Not now.
Not ever.
[Dm] No never.
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [Gm] long time.
[G] My soul [D] is on [G]
[C] forever.
[G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] I'm [G] gonna live
[C] [F] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] a
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [C] [G] [C]
[G] long,
[D] [G]
long time.
My [C] soul is on forever.
My soul is on forever. [G] It's free.
Will [D] not be [G] forgotten.
You can't change it.
[C] I will [G] not, not now, not ever, [D] no never.
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] raised up [G] forever.
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G] One more.
You know, people out there want to ban books.
They want to ban my records.
They want to tell me when I can drink and what I can drink.
They want to ban drugs and sex and everything.
People want to have a lot of rules.
A lot of rules and regulations.
But listen up, Mr.
Rules and Regulations.
I ain't gonna obey you.
[C] [G] That's right, man.
I ain't gonna do what you say.
Oh, you can put me in jail.
You can kill me.
You can execute me.
But you can't kill rock and roll, man.
I'll tell you another damn thing.
I ain't eating no more fucking McDonald's either.
I ain't gonna eat it no more.
I ain't gonna eat it because it don't taste good.
You know what?
McDonald's can kiss my butt.
[C] [G] McDonald's can kiss my butt.
It's a great big hairy butt.
Got a dingleberry hanging off my butt.
McDonald's kiss my ass.
You know, people say, Mojo, you're always complaining about everything.
Why don't you vote in the election?
Why don't you become involved in the electoral process?
Uh-oh.
Oh, yeah.
Vote for Clinton, Mojo.
It's gonna make everything nice and new and neat.
We got one fool just as big a fool as the other fool.
Ain't nothing changed.
Same fools riding around in the black cars.
We still riding around on the subway, riding around in the bus.
We riding around in a 1978, you know, 1978 El Torino or some damn thing,
leaking oil, ain't got no money, gotta pay taxes, everything's screwed up.
I ain't gonna take it no more.
I'm gonna start an armed insurrection.
I'm gonna go to the hills of West Virginia,
and I'm gonna liberate some guns from a National Guard armory.
And I'm gonna start armed revolts because at some time,
in the course of human events,
it becomes necessary to disassociate yourself from the ties that bind.
I'm gonna break them ties.
I'm gonna bust them up.
So there I am standing around a campfire in the hills of West Virginia,
and the flames are shooting up high,
and I happen to be the head of the armed insurrection, the Rebel Alliance,
and I'm gonna sing our brand-new national anthem that goes something like this.
You can't kill me.
I [C] [G] will not die.
Not now. Not ever.
[D] No, never.
Wow!
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] is [Gm] on the road.
[G] Ow!
You can't kill me.
[C] I will [G] not ever.
[D] No, never.
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a [G] long, long time.
[D] My soul is on [G] the [C] road.
[G] My soul [D] is [G] on the [C] road.
[G] My soul [D] is on [C] the road.
[G]
Oh, you can shoot my body full of holes,
but you can't kill the spirit of rock and roll, baby.
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[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ You [C] can't kill me.
[Dm] [C] I will [Gm] not [Am] die.
[Gm] Not now.
Not ever.
[Dm] No never.
_ _ [G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [Gm] long time.
[G] My soul [D] is on [G]
[C] forever.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ I'm [G] gonna live _
_ [C] _ [F] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ a _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ long, _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
long time.
My [C] soul is on forever.
My soul is on forever. [G] It's free.
Will [D] not be [G] _ forgotten.
You can't change it.
[C] I will [G] not, not now, not ever, [D] no never.
_ [G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] raised up [G] forever.
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ [G] One more.
You know, _ people out there want to ban books.
They want to ban my records.
They want to tell me when I can drink and what I can drink.
They want to ban drugs and sex and everything.
People want to have a lot of rules.
A lot of rules and regulations.
But listen up, Mr.
Rules and Regulations.
I ain't gonna obey you. _
[C] _ [G] That's right, man.
I ain't gonna do what you say.
Oh, you can put me in jail.
You can kill me.
You can execute me.
But you can't kill rock and roll, man.
I'll tell you another damn thing.
I ain't eating no more fucking McDonald's either.
I ain't gonna eat it no more.
I ain't gonna eat it because it don't taste good.
You know what?
McDonald's can kiss my butt. _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ McDonald's can kiss my butt.
It's a great big hairy butt.
Got a dingleberry hanging off my butt.
McDonald's kiss my ass.
You know, people say, Mojo, you're always complaining about everything.
Why don't you vote in the election?
Why don't you become involved in the electoral process?
Uh-oh. _
Oh, yeah.
Vote for Clinton, Mojo.
It's gonna make everything nice and new and neat.
We got one fool just as big a fool as the other fool.
Ain't nothing changed.
Same fools riding around in the black cars.
We still riding around on the subway, riding around in the bus.
We riding around in a 1978, you know, 1978 El Torino or some damn thing,
leaking oil, ain't got no money, gotta pay taxes, everything's screwed up.
I ain't gonna take it no more.
I'm gonna start an armed insurrection.
_ _ I'm gonna go to the hills of West Virginia,
and I'm gonna liberate some guns from a National Guard armory.
And I'm gonna start armed revolts because at some time,
in the course of human events,
it becomes necessary to disassociate yourself from the ties that bind.
I'm gonna break them ties.
_ I'm gonna bust them up.
_ So there I am standing around a campfire in the hills of West Virginia,
and the flames are shooting up high,
and I happen to be the head of the armed insurrection, the Rebel Alliance,
and I'm gonna sing our brand-new national anthem that goes something like this.
You can't kill me.
I [C] [G] will not die.
Not now. Not ever.
[D] No, never.
Wow!
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] is [Gm] on the road.
[G] Ow!
You can't kill me.
[C] I will [G] _ _ _ not ever.
[D] No, never.
_ [G] I'm gonna live [C] a [G] long, long time.
_ [D] My soul is on [G] the [C] road.
[G] _ My soul [D] is [G] on the [C] road.
[G] _ My soul [D] is on [C] the road.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh, you can shoot my body full of holes,
but you can't kill the spirit of rock and roll, baby. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ You [C] can't kill me.
[Dm] [C] I will [Gm] not [Am] die.
[Gm] Not now.
Not ever.
[Dm] No never.
_ _ [G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [Gm] long time.
[G] My soul [D] is on [G]
[C] forever.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ I'm [G] gonna live _
_ [C] _ [F] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ a _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ long, _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
long time.
My [C] soul is on forever.
My soul is on forever. [G] It's free.
Will [D] not be [G] _ forgotten.
You can't change it.
[C] I will [G] not, not now, not ever, [D] no never.
_ [G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] raised up [G] forever.
[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ [G] One more.
You know, _ people out there want to ban books.
They want to ban my records.
They want to tell me when I can drink and what I can drink.
They want to ban drugs and sex and everything.
People want to have a lot of rules.
A lot of rules and regulations.
But listen up, Mr.
Rules and Regulations.
I ain't gonna obey you. _
[C] _ [G] That's right, man.
I ain't gonna do what you say.
Oh, you can put me in jail.
You can kill me.
You can execute me.
But you can't kill rock and roll, man.
I'll tell you another damn thing.
I ain't eating no more fucking McDonald's either.
I ain't gonna eat it no more.
I ain't gonna eat it because it don't taste good.
You know what?
McDonald's can kiss my butt. _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ McDonald's can kiss my butt.
It's a great big hairy butt.
Got a dingleberry hanging off my butt.
McDonald's kiss my ass.
You know, people say, Mojo, you're always complaining about everything.
Why don't you vote in the election?
Why don't you become involved in the electoral process?
Uh-oh. _
Oh, yeah.
Vote for Clinton, Mojo.
It's gonna make everything nice and new and neat.
We got one fool just as big a fool as the other fool.
Ain't nothing changed.
Same fools riding around in the black cars.
We still riding around on the subway, riding around in the bus.
We riding around in a 1978, you know, 1978 El Torino or some damn thing,
leaking oil, ain't got no money, gotta pay taxes, everything's screwed up.
I ain't gonna take it no more.
I'm gonna start an armed insurrection.
_ _ I'm gonna go to the hills of West Virginia,
and I'm gonna liberate some guns from a National Guard armory.
And I'm gonna start armed revolts because at some time,
in the course of human events,
it becomes necessary to disassociate yourself from the ties that bind.
I'm gonna break them ties.
_ I'm gonna bust them up.
_ So there I am standing around a campfire in the hills of West Virginia,
and the flames are shooting up high,
and I happen to be the head of the armed insurrection, the Rebel Alliance,
and I'm gonna sing our brand-new national anthem that goes something like this.
You can't kill me.
I [C] [G] will not die.
Not now. Not ever.
[D] No, never.
Wow!
[G] I'm gonna live [C] a long, [G] long time.
My soul [D] is [Gm] on the road.
[G] Ow!
You can't kill me.
[C] I will [G] _ _ _ not ever.
[D] No, never.
_ [G] I'm gonna live [C] a [G] long, long time.
_ [D] My soul is on [G] the [C] road.
[G] _ My soul [D] is [G] on the [C] road.
[G] _ My soul [D] is on [C] the road.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh, you can shoot my body full of holes,
but you can't kill the spirit of rock and roll, baby. _ _ _ _ _ _ _