From: [email protected]
B A C K I N G O U T
by John Wesley Harding
from The Name Above The Title
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A
Been living in the city too long now
E B7 E
Even my lungs have started to groan
A E A E A
Everybody is singing their own song
E B7 E
Sometimes I want to sing alone
E A E
Never been a prima donna
A E B7
I never seem to want to be the one to complain
B7 E A
Enough’s too much and now I’m a goner
C#m A B7 E
Stop the madness scene before it drives me insane
A E
Take me where the sun won’t shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won’t go now
E A
Take me where the sun won’t shine — on me
C#m A B7 E
Don’t tell me I’m backing out ’cause I don’t want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don’t tell me I’m backing out ’cause I don’t want to know
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A
Everyone around this town is so angry now
E B7 E
Blaring horns and swearing; shaking fists
A E A E A
If everybody in the world was a hit man
E B7 E
We’d wipe each other off each other’s hit lists
E A E
Who wants to stand and be counted
A E B7 B7
Or anger every man until there’s lines on your face, now
E A
I don’t want to be the one to start the shouting
C#m A B7 E
I’m part of this society and I know my place
A E
Take me where the sun won’t shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won’t go now
E A
Take me where the sun won’t shine — on me
C#m A B7 E
Don’t tell me I’m backing out ’cause I don’t want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don’t tell me I’m backing out ’cause I don’t want to know
A E
Everything around this town is so boring
Well nothing changes; Nothing doesn’t stay the same
A E
Ten years when we had high ideals
We couldn’t wait to play the protest game
E A E
But now we have our thing together
E A E B7(sus4)
Our brand new leathers, three bank accounts
E A
Who cares about the starving millions
C#m A B7 E
We’re just happy that our cheques don’t bounce
A E
Take me where the sun won’t shine on me
A E B7
Take me where my conscience won’t go now
E A
Take me where the sun won’t shine — on me
C#m A B7 E
Don’t tell me I’m backing out ’cause I don’t want to know
C#m A B7 E
Don’t tell me I’m backing out ’cause I don’t want to …
C#m A B7 E
No, Don’t tell me I’m backing out ’cause I don’t want to know
A E A E A E B7 E
A E A E A E B7 E
==== T H E E N D ====
Notes
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1. I’m not too sure about the lyrics (thanks to Alan Pulliam for supplying
them, BTW). I had completely the wrong idea originally in a few places
and I’ve listened carefully and made one or two minor changes to them,
but I’m still unsure of a few bits:
Stop the madness scene before it drives me insane
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Or anger every man until there’s lines on your face, now
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^especially this bit^
Our brand new leathers, three bank accounts
^^^^^^^^
Here, Alan reckons it’s probably `Lotus’
3. ***** I will be posting all Wes tabs/crds that I do in future to *****
***** the newsgroup rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature since some *****
***** hosts do not receive any of the `alt’ groups. *****
4. The licks in this song are pretty easy, so I haven’t included them in
the CRD.
