Saturday, January 16, 2010

The Weary Kind (Ryan Bingham)

Chords used: D-A-Bm-G



[D] [A] [Bm] [G]
[D] [A] [D] [G] [D]

[D]Your heart’s on the [A]loose
[Bm]You rolled them seven’s with [G]nothing to lose
And [D]this ain’t no [A]place for the weary [D]kind

[D]You called all your [A]shots
[Bm]Shooting 8 ball at the [G]corner truck stop
[D]Somehow this [A]don’t feel like home any[D]more

[Chorus]
[Bm]And this ain’t no [A]place for the weary [D]kind
[Bm]And this ain’t no [D]place to lose your [A]mind
[G]And this ain’t no [D]place to fall be[A]hind
[G]Pick up your crazy [D]heart and give it one more [A]try

[D]Your body [A]aches…
[Bm]Playing your guitar and [G]sweating out the hate
The [D]days and the [A]nights all feel the [D]same

[D]Whiskey has [A]been a [Bm]thorn in your side
and it [G]doesn’t forget
the [D]highway that [A]calls for your heart in[D]side

[Chorus]

[D]Your lovers won’t [A]kiss…
[Bm]It’s too damn far from [G]your fingertips
[D]You are the [A]man that ruined her [D]world

[D]Your heart’s on the [A]loose
[Bm]You rolled them seven’s with nothing [G]lose
And [D]this ain’t no [A]place for the weary [D]kind [G] [D]

Take a Minute (K'naan)

Chords used: Am-G-C-F



Capo 1

[Am] [G] [C]
[F] [G] [Am]
[same chords all the way through]

[Chorus}
And any [Am]man who [G]knows a [C]thing
knows he knows not a [F]damn, damn [G]thing at [Am]all
And every [Am]time I [G]felt the [C]hurtin'
I felt the givin' gettin' [F]me up [G]off the [Am]wall
I'm [Am]just gonna [G]take a [C]minute to let it ride
I'm [F]just gonna [G]take a [Am]minute and let it breathe
I'm [Am]just gonna [G]take a [C]minute to let it ride
I'm [F]just gonna [G]take a [Am]minute ...

[Am] [G] [C]
[F] [G] [Am]

How did Mandela get the will to sur[pass the everyday
when injustice had him caged and trapped in every way?
How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger strikes at all?
Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall.
It's the gift, I guess I'll pass it on, mother thinks it'll lift the stress of Babylon
my mother knows, my mother she suffered blows
I don't know how we survived such violent episodes
I was so worried, it hurt to see you bleed,
but as soons as you came out the hospital you gave me sweets yea,
they tried to take you from me, but you still only gave 'em some prayers and
sympathy.
Dear Mama, you helped me write this
by showing me to give is priceless

[Chorus]

[Am] [G] [C]
[F] [G] [Am]

All I can say is, the worst is over now
we can serve the hard times, divorce is over now
They try to keep us out, but they doors is open now
my nigga Akon is gettin' awards and covers now
This K'naan, and still reppin' the S
Comin' out of Muqdisho and still draped in the mess
And no matter how we strong homie
It ain't easy comin' out of where we from homie
and it's the reason why I can never play phony
"Tell 'em the truth" is what my dead homies told me, ooh yeah
I take inspiration from the most heinous of situations
Creatin' medication out my own tribulations
Dear Africa, you helped me write this
by showin' me to give is pricless

[Chorus]