James Arthur – Long Live The King (Guitar)

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The plucking pattern starts on the A string and you pluck every string on the way 
up to the (High) E string, then you pluck your way back down to the A string and 
then start again.
Example:
e|-------------------------------0-------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------0-------------0------------------------------------|
G|------------------0--------------------------0-----------------------------|
D|-----------2-----------------------------------------2---------------------|
A|-----2------------------------------------------------------2--------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|

Em
I’m getting tired of your disrespect.

C
When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.

G
Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest, 

B
I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.

Em
Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re fucking chronic.

C
Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.

G
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.

B
I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.

Em
You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,

C
Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf

G
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,

B
Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.

C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while, 

D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.

Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, 

                            C
might as well kill him or pretend.

                                 D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king, 

                  Em
Long live the king.

                  C
Long live the king.

                  G
Long live the king.

                  B
Long live the king.

Em
Anything you can do, I can do better.

C
Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.

G
Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,

B
What makes you think I give a fuck what people think of me?

Em
You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.

C
Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy

G
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.

B
Save yourself embarrassment, fucking clown.

Em
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.

C
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.

G
All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.

B
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.

Em
When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.

C
You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!

G
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from 

B
you, why don’t you get it right?

C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while, 

D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.

Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, 

                            C
might as well kill him or pretend.

                                 D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king, 

                  Em
Long live the king.

                  C
Long live the king.

                  G
Long live the king.

                  B
Long live the king.

                  Em
Long live the king.

                  C
Long live the king.

                  G
Long live the king.

                  B
Long live the king.

C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while, 

Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying, 

        (stop full out strumming)C
might as well kill him or pretend.

                                 D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king, 

                  Em
Long live the king.

                  C
Long live the king.

                  G
Long live the king.

                  B
Long live the king.