The No-Hit Wonder

(início)

Intro:
E       B       x2
Verse 1:
E        B      A            B
Years of living blood to string
E         B     A         B
Years of living hand to mouth
E           B      A        B
Years just getting gig to gig
E       B     A         B
East to West, North to South
(The same chord progression is used for all of the verses)
        E               B         A  B
Well he could have been making a killing
E            B  A   B
Peddling the Dream
           E            B       A              B
But if you found him at all you found him just scraping
  E      B        A        B
A living blood to string
Chorus:
          E            B      A  B
So sing a song for the no hit wonder
          A     E      B
Though it isn’t one of his
     E     B         A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
         E  B       A   B         (C#m)    E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Verse 2:
         E             B         A          B
He broke free from the way they raised him
          E         B               A     B
He knows a heart is hell enough and never full
         E         B           A        B
He never sang that music would save him
            E        B    A      B
Knows never trust an evangelical
              E          B          A         B
He’d say ‘You wanna know what true love feels like?
         E         B         A        B
It’s the next best thing to death
           E        B       A   B
Feels like after an elbowed windpipe
     E               B        A     B
Just before the next breath”
     E                B           A              B
Just before your next breath - So with your next breath
       E            B      A  B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
          A     E      B
Though it isn’t one of his
     E     B         A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
         E  B       A   B         (C#m)    E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Bridge:
       C#m                   E
But at night he can hear the fireworks
         A      E
From his tunnel underground
         C#m                    E
And he’s carved himself a little crawlspace
        A           E
Just to lay his body down
   A            F#m
To fade out of sound
       A         B   E
To the thunder under town
       E            B      A  B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
          A     E      B
Though it isn’t one of his
     E     B         A B
He’d sing ‘Shovel me under
         E  B       A   B         (C#m)    E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is