2031 chords by Gavin Castleton

SimplifiedAm · B · Bm · F# · Eb …

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Am
B
Bm
F#
Eb
C
Bdim
E
Bbm
Dm
G#m
Em
Bbdim
G#dim
G
Bb
F
G#
Ebm
A#dim
Ddim

Intro 1

Sarah

Verse 1
Eb 
bought Chris
C 
Am 
a guitar for his birthday
B 
Bm 
It kinda pissed me off be
B 
F# 
cause he's seventeen
Eb 
C 
He doesn't even have a  computer yet
Am 
B 
And his dad works for Ebay
Bdim 
F# 
Eb 
I said that, and she was like,
C 
Am 
well, whose birthday is  it?
Yours or his?
Bm 
Am 
F# 
Eb 
I   said, whose wallet is it?
Yours or mine?
C 
Am 
But she gave me that look, so I resigned
E 
F# 
Never argue with a   smiling teen
Bbm 
Am 
It's  like seeing an eclipse or something
Dm 
You just stare and take pictures
Bdim 
Bm 
G#m 
Thank your  lucky stars
Am 
you were there to bear witness
F# 
Eb 
Am 
At  first it was nice to  see
C 
Am 
him practice it
Actually using the gimbal
F# 
He'd bring it to the table
Eb 
Am 
Choke down the bare minimum
Then sit and play a bit
F# 
C 
But I got kinda tired of hearing him play
Am 
Those same three funk and blues riffs
And when he got himself an amp
Eb 
Am 
There was nowhere in the house
to get away from it
When I came back upstairs one night
After forcing him to turn it off
and go to bed
Em 
F# 
Sarah leaned up  on one
Bbdim 
elbow and asked
Am 
Why I didn't get the keyboard down instead
Dm 
Bm 
G#dim 
I laughed too quick and told her I
G#m 
wasn't about to encourage
this assault on her senses
G#dim 
G 
But the truth is I couldn't
Bm 
G#dim 
play a song
G#m 
if    my penchant depended on it
Am 
Bb 
Bbm 
F 
In  the attic, in  the corner,
Am 
C 
under sheets
Bb 
Am 
I   found my keyboard
C 
Am 
E 
Put my fingers on  the right keys
Dm 
G 
Eb 
Dm 
but couldn't find a   single chord
Am 
C 
And if my hands  can forget
Eb 
F 
Am 
C 
all the songs   that they wrote
Am 
And the parts that they played
C 
Am 
and the albums they made
E 
Em 
Am 
Who's to  say that they
Eb 
won't just forget
Dm 
C 
Am 
everything one day?
C 
Eb 
F 
Am 
Can't cook, can't code,
E 
Am 
can't feel my job
E 
G 
My skills, demands, my hands,
Am 
Eb 
Dm 
C 
Am 
all gone, paycheck,  all gone
C 
G#m 
G#dim 
Bdim 
It was quarter to eleven,
G 
G#dim 
we were already in       bed
G 
F# 
on a Monday night
G#m 
Eb 
G# 
G#dim 
I     must've heard him play cashmere
Bdim 
G 
fifty times
G#m 
G#dim 
G#m 
but never once got it    right
G# 
G#m 
Bdim 
Maybe I came into his room
G 
Am 
G#dim 
cause I  was looking for a fight
G#m 
Or cause I couldn't
G#dim 
bear to sit by
G# 
G#dim 
Bdim 
while he wasted   away
G 
C 
Am 
G#m 
the education paid
for with my own life
G# 
G#dim 
Bdim 
G 
He stopped calling    me dad,
G#dim 
started calling me Gavin
G 
when I raised my voice
G#m 
Bdim 
I asked him to     please
G 
put the guitar down
G#dim 
for      one damn minute
Bdim 
G#dim 
I don't know     if the nood
Bdim 
G 
G#dim 
ling   was a conscious thing
Bdim 
or if his fingers just did it
G#dim 
But he wouldn't get the message
Bdim 
G 
G#dim 
till   I yanked it away from him
and put my foot in it
Bdim 
F# 
Bbdim 
F# 
Finally, for once     ever,
Chris looked scared,
Ebm 
Eb 
F# 
he bolted out   the door and downstairs
A#dim 
F# 
Sarah came up       to see
what all the fuss was about
Bbm 
Bdim 
When she saw   the guitar
G 
G#dim 
she started freaking out
Bdim 
Telling me how I'm taking my own life
out on my kids
She was calm when she said,
G#dim 
Ddim 
Bdim 
you won't  be happy  until nobody is
G 
Am 
G 
C 
Bb 
In the attic, in the corner,
F 
Bb 
C 
under sheets,
Am 
found my keyboard
C 
E 
Put my fingers on the right keys
G 
E 
Eb 
Am 
but couldn't find a single chord
C 
Am 
C 
And if  my hands can forget
Bb 
F 
Bb 
all the songs   that they wrote
Am 
And the parts that they played
C 
Eb 
Bb 
and the albums they made
Who's to say that they won't
Dm 
just forget everything?
Am 
C 
One day, can't cook,
can't code, can't feel
Am 
C 
My job, my skills, demand, my hands
Dm 
All gone, paycheck, all gone