A Little Bit Of Everything Lizzy McAlpine

A Little Bit Of Everything

Lizzy McAlpine

Juan

161
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: C
Capo:
Sans capo
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Verse 1]
C F C
F         C                   F             C
 With his back against the San Francisco traffic
       Gsus4                Gadd11              C
On the bridge's side that faces towards the jail
Am                 Gsus4
Setting out to join     a demographic
F   C                    F
 He hoists his first leg up,
over the rail
C
 A phone call's made,
      F                C
police cars show up quickly
    Gsus4              Gadd11        C
The sergeant slams his passenger door
He says,
Am                    Gsus4                      F
"Hey son why don't you     talk through this with me?
     C                     F
Just tell me what you're doing it for"

[Chorus]
C           Am                 C
 Oh, it's a little bit of everything
         Am                     Em
It's the mountains, it's the fog
         F                  C
It's the news at six o'clock
              Gsus4               Gadd11
It's the death     of my first dog
         C                 F
It's the angels up above me
             C                    Am
It's the song that they don't sing
       Gsus4           Gadd11
It's a little bit of еverything

[Verse 2]
C           C                    F           C
 There's an oldеr man who stands in a buffet line
      Gsus4            Gadd11
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate
C
 And,
    Am                   Gsus4             F
the further he looks back     into his timeline
     C                F
That hard road always led him to today
C                             F
 Making up for when his bright future had left him
C         Gsus4                      Gadd11
 Making up     for the fact that his only son is gone
C            Am
 And letting everything out,
    Gsus4             F
once     his server asks him
          C
"Have you figured out yet,
F
what it is you want?"

[Chorus]
C         Am                 C
 I want a little bit of everything
    Am                    Em
The biscuits and the beans
              F            C
Whatever helps me to forget
                      Gsus4                 Gadd11
About the things that brought me to my knees
         C                   F
So, pile on those mashed potatoes
       C                 Am
And an extra chicken wing
             Gsus4          Gadd11
I'm having a little bit of everything

[Verse 3]
C            C                 F
 Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations
C     Gsus4           Gadd11
 To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall
C             Am
 Her man says,  "Baby,
          Gsus4          F
can I make     an observation?
          C                  F
You don't seem to be having any fun at all"
C
 She said,
                                 F                 C
"You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt size
And, rest assured,
Gsus4             Gadd11
     that this is making me feel good"
C             Am                Gsus4            F
 I think that love is so much easier than you realize
           C                    F
If you can give yourself to someone,
then you should

[Chorus]
C              Am                 C
 'Cause it's a little bit of everything
            Am                    Em
The way you joke, the way you ache
      F                    C
It is getting up before you
                Gsus4               Gadd11
So I could watch     you as you wake
            C                 F
So, on that day in late September
              C                 Am
It's not some stupid little ring
              Gsus4          Gadd11
I'm getting a little bit of everything
C           Am                 C
 Oh, it's a little bit of everything
         Am                  Em
It's the matador and the bull
         F                     C
It's the suggested daily dosage
            Gadd11
It's the red      moon when it's full
          C                         F
All these psychics and these doctors
                 C            Em       Am7
They're all right and they're all wrong
Am        Gsus4               Gadd11
It's like trying to make out every  word
                C          Em   Am7
When you should simply hum along

[Outro]
     Am       C                          F
It's not some message written in the dark
             C       Em        F#m/A D7/C
Or some truth that no  one sees
       Gsus4/F        G        C
It's a little bit of everything

Mesures

[Verse 1]
| C     F      | C F | C  F     | C - |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 | C - | Am Gsus4 | F - |
| C     F      | C - | -  F     | C - |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 | C - | Am Gsus4 | F - |
| C     F      |

With his back against the San Francisco traffic
On the bridge's side that faces towards the jail
Setting out to join     a demographic
He hoists his first leg up,
over the rail
A phone call's made,
police cars show up quickly
The sergeant slams his passenger door
He says,
"Hey son why don't you     talk through this with me?
Just tell me what you're doing it for"

[Chorus]
               | C     -      | Am C | Am Em |
| F     C      | Gsus4 Gadd11 | C  F | C  Am |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 |

Oh, it's a little bit of everything
It's the mountains, it's the fog
It's the news at six o'clock
It's the death     of my first dog
It's the angels up above me
It's the song that they don't sing
It's a little bit of еverything

[Verse 2]
               | C - | C  F     | C - |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 | C - | Am Gsus4 | F - |
| C     F      | C - | -  F     | C - |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 | C - | Am Gsus4 | F - |
| C     F      |

There's an oldеr man who stands in a buffet line
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate
And,
the further he looks back     into his timeline
That hard road always led him to today
Making up for when his bright future had left him
Making up     for the fact that his only son is gone
And letting everything out,
once     his server asks him
"Have you figured out yet,
what it is you want?"

[Chorus]
               | C     -      | Am C | Am Em |
| F     C      | Gsus4 Gadd11 | C  F | C  Am |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 |

I want a little bit of everything
The biscuits and the beans
Whatever helps me to forget
About the things that brought me to my knees
So, pile on those mashed potatoes
And an extra chicken wing
I'm having a little bit of everything

[Verse 3]
               | C - | C  F     | C - |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 | C - | Am Gsus4 | F - |
| C     F      | C - | -  F     | C - |
| Gsus4 Gadd11 | C - | Am Gsus4 | F - |
| C     F      |

Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations
To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall
Her man says,  "Baby,
can I make     an observation?
You don't seem to be having any fun at all"
She said,
"You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt size
And, rest assured,
that this is making me feel good"
I think that love is so much easier than you realize
If you can give yourself to someone,
then you should

[Chorus]
                   | C      -  -      - | Am - C - | Am -  Em  -  |
| F     - C      - | Gsus4  -  Gadd11 - | C  - F - | C  -  Am  -  |
| Gsus4 - Gadd11 - | C      -  -      - | Am - C - | Am -  Em  -  |
| F     - C      - | Gadd11 -  -      - | C  - F - | C  Em Am7 Am |
| Gsus4 - Gadd11 - | C      Em Am7   

'Cause it's a little bit of everything
The way you joke, the way you ache
It is getting up before you
So I could watch     you as you wake
So, on that day in late September
It's not some stupid little ring
I'm getting a little bit of everything
Oh, it's a little bit of everything
It's the matador and the bull
It's the suggested daily dosage
It's the red      moon when it's full
All these psychics and these doctors
They're all right and they're all wrong
It's like trying to make out every  word
When you should simply hum along

[Outro]
                        Am | C - F - | C Em F#m/A D7/C |
| - - Gsus4/F - | G - C -  |

It's not some message written in the dark
Or some truth that no  one sees
It's a little bit of everything

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