Bleachers – Hey Joe (Guitar)

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Baby town dreamin' on the Fourth of July

Em
Touchin' herself to the stars in the sky

    G
The stars in the sky made her blind, hey

       A
What a ride

    D
Her father's father called him big man when he missed

           Em
It's that '50s kinda shit that trickles down to the kids

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So we tried giving peace a chance but didn't know what it is

              Em                          D
And now we're patiently awaiting for some light to come in

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To shake the living hell out of what we became

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We're frightened of the old and we're tired of the young

          D
Guess the one-trick ponies got us singin' along "Hey Joe"

     D
Some thought about the Ken Burns Vietnam doc

     Em
From Pete hunting in the Delta to the last one to drop

      G                                                    A
To my father and his friends at the Ho Chi Minh Trail gift shop

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They're cryin', "So long, Bobby" on their Jersey shirts

Em
Scared to get behind anything they believe

            G
'Cause they blew the revolution in the '30s

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Tryin' to plant some seeds

                Em                          D
And yet they're patiently awaiting for some light to come in

             G                      A
To shake the living hell of what it would became

Bm                              F#m
Frightened of the state but too tired to run

          D
Guess the one-trick ponies got us singin' along "Hey Joe"

D
Hey Joe, what do you know?

Em
We're off the bridge, and we're out of control

    G                                  A
Oh, hey Joe, what is it called? That's right

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Hey Joe, what do you know?

Em
We're off the bridge, all Marilyn Monroe

    G                               A
Oh, hey Joe, what is called? That's right