Lyle Lovett – Pants Is Overrated (Guitar)

              |Em                               |
       Oh, the nighttime air was fairly breezin'

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       ---- Well, it was cold, but not quite freezin'

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       ---- So I looked around to find my trousers

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       ---- And this voice inside my head grew louder

      |Em                                                         |
       Pants is overrated, pants is overrated, pants is overrated

      |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |
       Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

           |Em                           |
       I'da never made it out that window

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       ---- If I'da even put just one leg in though

      |Em        |Em
       ---- Well, as it was the circumstance

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       I gladly lost my favorite pants

      |Em                                                         |
       Pants is overrated, pants is overrated, pants is overrated

      |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |
       Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

      | Em | Em | Em | Em | Em | Em | Em |
(6/4) 81 BPM

         |Em                          |
       My people from across the pond

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       ---- They hail from Scotland and beyond

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       ---- Where sheep make wool for socks and shirts and

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       Grown men run around in skirts

      |Em                                                         |
       Pants is overrated, pants is overrated, pants is overrated

      |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |
       Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

      |E                      |A       E   |
       See the little sheepies big and fat

      |E                        |A               B     |
       Standing on the hillside, standing in the meadow

      |E                      |A       E
       See the little sheepies big and fat

              |E                           |B           E   |
       They're makin' me a sweater, they're makin' me a hat

           |Em                          |
       Lord Jesus knew just what to wear

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       ---- Oh, to live a life in desert air

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       ---- He walked the earth in poor man's shoes, and

      |Em
       Sang this ninth Beatitude

      |Em                                                         |
       Pants is overrated, pants is overrated, pants is overrated

      |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |
       Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

          |Em                       |
       Now as I sit here in my jeans

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       ---- Well, I think about what this all means

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       ---- And children come into this world

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       ---- Without a stitch on, boy or girl

      |Em                                                         |
       Pants is overrated, pants is overrated, pants is overrated

      |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |Em   F#m  A    G    D   |
       Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes  Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes