The Tragically Hip – Little Bones (Guitar)

F#m
  It gets so sticky down here

A B
   Better butter your cue-finger up

F#m
   It's the start of another new year

A B
   Better call the newspaper up,

F#m
   two-fifty for a hi-ball

A
 and a buck and

    B
a half for a beer,

F#m
  Happy hour,Happy hour,

A B
  happy hour is here

F#m
  The long days of Shockley are gone

A B
  So is football Kennedy style

F#m
  Famous last words taken all wrong

A B
  Wind up on the very same pile

F#m
  Two-fifty for a decade

 A              B
And a buck and half for a year

F#m
  Happy hour, Happy hour,

A B
   happy hour is here

D
I can cry, beg and whine

E
To every rebel I find

D
Just to give me a line

E
I could use to describe

E        E F#m          E F#m
They'd say, baby, eat this chicken slow

A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones

E F#m          E F#m
  Baby, eat this chicken slow

A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones

F#m
  So regal and decadent here

A B
  Coffin-cheaters dance on their graves

F#m
  Music all it's delicate fear

A B
  Is the only thing that don't change

F#m
Two-fifty for an eyeball

   A               B
  And a buck and a half for an ear

F#m
  Happy hour, Happy hour

A B
  happy hour is here

A               E F#m
Nothing's dead down here

               A
Just a little tired

                E F#m
Nothing's dead down here

                A
It's just a little tired

                E F#m
Nothing's dead down here

                A
Just a little tired

                E F#m
Nothing's dead down here

               A
It's just a little tired

E        E F#m          E F#m
They'd say, baby, eat this chicken slow

A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones

E F#m          E F#m
  Baby, eat this chicken slow

A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones