Problem Iii taby ukulele według The Growlers (Chwyty barytonu)

[Verse 1]
    C
Babe don't give up yet
        G
When we've come this far
            F
Remember when we met
      C            G
At the old prospectors
 
        C
Blindfolded acid trips
         G
Your tiny fingertips
      F
Piano songs off time
             C             G
wood teeth stained from the wine
 
 
[Chorus]
      F
Problems come in threes
            C
And we beat 'em down
             Dm
It's nothing when compared
              F         C
To the hangovers we've shared
 
           F
But rent's on time
                      C
We've got cigs and cheap red wine
      Dm
Come on and share my table
            F           C
And pour your heart into mine
 
    F            C               Dm
Time can be so blunt 'til it's no fun
     F       C         F        C
But all in all, time's treated us fine
     F           C               Dm
Time can be so blunt 'til it's no fun
     F           C          F       C
But all in all, time's treated us fine
 
Dm   G   F   C G
 
 
[Verse 2]
    F
Ain't no use to act
        G
Like we're mom and dad
          Dm
We've done enough of that
           F          C
Impressions, good and bad
 
        F
Flattering copycats
            C
Caught digging through our trash
      Dm
Licking our rusty cans
         F         C
Life in the frying pan
 
 
[Chorus]
 
 F
Problems come in threes
            C
And we beat 'em down
             Dm
It's nothing when compared
              F         C
To the hangovers we've shared
 
           F
But rent's on time
                      C
We've got cigs and cheap red wine
      Dm
Come on and share my table
            F           C
And pour your heart into mine
 
    F            C               Dm
Time can be so blunt 'til it's no fun
     F       C         F        C
But all in all, time's treated us fine
     F           C               Dm
Time can be so blunt 'til it's no fun
     F           C          F       C
But all in all, time's treated us fine
 
 
[Outro]
     F                C
Lucid trips on a joyride ships
      Dm
We've lost the neon light
       F       C        F          C
A lover's rise to thaw frigid times
 
F                C
Lucid trips on a joyride ships
      Dm
We've lost the neon light
       F       C        F          C
A lover's rise to thaw frigid times.

END.