Mando Diao – Sheepdog (Guitar)

Am: -0-0-2-2-1-0-
G:  -3-2-0-0-0-3-
F#: -2-4-4-3-2-2-
F:  -1-3-3-2-1-1-
C:  -0-3-2-0-1-0-
Dm: -0-0-0-2-3-1-
E:  -0-2-2-1-0-0-

 Am
I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still

                 C
Oh Lord, you're tension is making me ill

               Dm
You've got no friends in your home, you'll got no family stone

               E
You can't go: Yeah Yeah Yeah!

 Am
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip,

              C
Will gather 'round you with coke and pain

      D
The trees, ain't no doubt about

     E
No, Yeah Yeah Yeah

                  F                 G                     C      G       Am
Don't know why I can't locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you

                 F              Em                   Am
It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you

                F          G                     C      G       Am
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you

                F              Em
Don't let them closer to this secret...that I may love you

 Am
Take 'em out west, take 'em out height, take 'em on a sweet ride

              C
Those little angels are numbered nine

             Dm
The colored TV once shined on desolation 15

                 E
They've got it! Yeah Yeah Yeah,  Yeah Yeah Yeah

 Am
Bust 'em in the light, bust 'em in the light, BUST 'EM IN THE DAYLIGHT

            C
They ain't worthy being named as thieves

              Dm
One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died

              E
The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah

                  F                 G                     C      G       Am
Don't know why I can't locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you

                 F              Em                   Am
It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you

                  F          G                   C      G       Am
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you

                F              Em                       Am
Don't let them closer to this secret...that I may love you

              F                G                   C      G         Am
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like "I would rather heal your wounds"

              F                 Em
Now hear the dark gun punching out,[build up chord]…that I may love you