Hippo Campus – Baseball (Guitar)

A         C#m          D     F#m
  I saw a cigarette contend

           C#                       D
It was the smell of death that kept strolling in

A            C#m               D     F#m
  Maybe that henna'd back of yours

             C#     E
That held me back, back from keeping score

A               C#m
There goes that moonboy

        D
Looking jungly

             E
With all his leaves a-growing

A                 C#m
  Split down that long back

            D
He would've thought that

       E
If you got to know him

A                     C#m
  True blue with your fists up

           D
You little kiss up

        E
Wishin' things were heavy

A                    C#m
  That's fine in the end though

                D
Where'd all our friends go

       E
We can dip if you're ready

A           C#m           F#m   E
  I bet you take me for a fool

A                    C#m               F#m                   E
  Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules

A             C#m         F#m    E
  Some weird abandon in sheets

A                   C#m
  Though the tongue tastes good

   F#m               E
My grammar's falling from the cheeks

A               C#m
There goes that moonboy

        D
Looking jungly

             E
With all his leaves a-growing

A                 C#m
  Split down that long back

            D
He would've thought that

       E
If you got to know him

A                     C#m
  True blue with your fists up

           D
You little kiss up

        E
Wishin' things were heavy

A                    C#m
  That's fine in the end though

                D
Where'd all our friends go

       E
We can dip if you're ready

E     A      C#m  F#m
I was wrong

           E            A  C#m F#m
You were a friendly kid

E     A     C#m  F#m
I was wrong

           E
You were a friendly kid

A    C#  F#m  E
Fill the raf- ters

A     C#    F#m  D
Right field dan- ces

Em       D
Baseball diamonds

A    C#  F#m E   Dm   E7
Take our chances out

A                   C#m               D
  There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going

A                C#m              F#m
  Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch

  D
Anxiety growing

A              C#m              D
  Some cordial framework of the sunset; A yellow made out of gray

A              C#m          D
  My bones are tired of the body that woke me up today

A                 C#m
  There goes that moonboy

        D
Looking jungly

             E
With all his leaves a-growing

A                 C#m
  Split down that long back

            D
He would've thought that

       E
If you got to know him

A                     C#m
  True blue with your fists up

           D
You little kiss up

        E
Wishin' things were heavy

A                    C#m
  That's fine in the end though

                D
Where'd all our friends go

       E
We can dip if you're ready

E     A      C#m  F#m
I was wrong

           E            A  C#m F#m
You were a friendly kid

E     A     C#m  F#m
I was wrong

           E
You were a friendly kid

A
  I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong