New Slang - The Shins, ukulele chords


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Published: 2019-09-06 20:01
Selection chords: Katie Paterson


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Am C F G


A#m C# F# C# G# C# A#m G# x4
C#

A#m               C#               F#        C#          G#
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
      C#             F#           A#m    G#
Only, i donʼt know how they got out, dear.
A#m           C#         F#     C#           G#
Turn me back into the pet i was when we met.
       C#        F#          A#m    G#
I was happier then with no mind-set.

                 G#       C#
And if youʼd ʼa took to me like
F#       C#            G#
A gull takes to the wind.
              G#           C#
Well, iʼd ʼa jumped from my tree
    F#      C#               F#          C#
And iʼd a danced like the king of the eyesores
         F#           C#              G#
And the rest of our lives would ʼa fared well.

A#m                  C#            F#          C#             G#
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
           C#              F#           A#m G#
Hope itʼs right when you die, old and bony.
A#m                  C#                F#
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
   C#             G#
never shouldʼve called.
        C#             F#            A#m  G#
But my headʼs to the wall and Iʼm lonely.

                 G#       C#
And if youʼd ʼa took to me like
F#       C#            G#
A gull takes to the wind.
              G#           C#
Well, iʼd ʼa jumped from my tree
    F#      C#               F#          C#
And iʼd a danced like the king of the eyesores
         F#           C#              G#
And the rest of our lives would ʼa fared well.

F# C# F# C# F# C# G# C# F# C# F# F# C# F# C# G# C# A#m G# C#

A#m                C#          F#
God speed all the bakers at dawn
         C#              G#
May they all cut their thumbs,
          C#           F#             A#m     G#
And bleed into their buns ʼtil they melt away.

            G#          C#
Iʼm looking in on the good life
          F#         C#        G#
I might be doomed never to find.
            G#          C#              F#     C#         G#
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?
                 G#       C#
And if youʼd ʼa took to me like
F#           C#               F#            C#
Well iʼd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
         F#           C#              G#
And the rest of our lives would ʼa fared well.

F# C# F# C# F# C# G# C# F# C# F# F# C# F# C# G# C# A#m G# C#
A#m C# F# C# G# C# A#m G#
A#m C# F# C# G# C# A#m G#
C#

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