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Queen Uk

Bob Schneider
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
F
e--0-- --0-- --0-- --1--
B--1-- --0-- --1-- --1--
G--0-- --0-- --2-- --2--
D--2-- --2-- --2-- --3--
A--3-- --2-- --0-- --0--
E--0-- --0-- --0-- --0--
 
 
 
 
 Me  and My best friend Jim started  our own band
 When  I was fifteen living  in Deutschland.
 Didn't  matter that we  could hardly play
 Came  up with a crazy name, called  the band "Queen UK"
 I  played the guitar, he played  drums
 Our  parents told us one day we'd  be bums
 And  everyday we'd go over to  his parents house
 And  in the basement we'd play  as hard and loud
 As  we could get it. It drove  his mom mad
 But  it never seemed to bother  his drunk dad.
 We  wrote five or  six, songs or so
 We  played them at the high school talent  show
 We  blew the shit up. The girls  went crazy.
 We  looked so cool. They called  us 'baby.'
 And  after that man,  we had it made.
 The  normal life was later-ade.
 
 
 
 
 Well  I moved to Austin,  he moved to LA after living in Seattle.
 I  joined a funk band, he got all  into heavy metal.
 It  was a wild time. I did a lot  of blotter.
 It  was like some bad  episode of "Welcome Back Kotter".
 I  went out to  LA to visit him.
 But  he was all messed up playing  in some shitty band.
 Snorting  heroin. He had  like ten tatoos.
 We  smoked some serious  kind, drank a ton of booze.
 We  joked around alot.  We'd always say
 We've  come so far since  the good ol' days.
 
 
 
 
 It  was a blur but, I don't really  remember much.
 Just  glad to get the hell out, I  never liked LA too much.
 Austin  was more laid back,  more like my kind of town.
 People  kickin it, not  so tightly wound.
 My  bands kept breaking up, like  they always do.
 I  kept getting by,  and pulling through.
 I  got a phone call from Jim one night  in ninety-eight
 He  didn't sound so good he said  'I need a break'.
 He  said can I come to stay  for a week or so.
 I  said 'That'd  be cool. No problem bro.'
 But  I never spoke to  him again after that.
 I  got a call from this guy in Jim's  band Aftermath.
 He  said that Jim had died sometime  last week or so.
 In  his apartment, some kind  of overdose.
 The  police couldn't find his folks,  and maybe did I know
 How  to get a hold of them and I said  I did and so
 They  called his parents  up and it was shitty but,
 I  went to the funeral  and I was all fucked up.
 And  I felt responsible in  some weird ol' way.
 But  there was nothing I could  do, there was nothing I could say.
 
 
 
 
 That's  the way it goes  when fate is king.
 You  can't tell the world how  to do its thing.
 You  can just hold on tight, let it take  you for a ride.
 And  maybe you might make it to the other  side.
 Well  in the end I guess, it doesn't  matter so.

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Readable chord sheet for Queen Uk by Bob Schneider

[C]               [Em]              [Am]              [F]
e--0--          --0--           --0--           --1--
B--1--          --0--           --1--           --1--
G--0--          --0--           --2--           --2--
D--2--          --2--           --2--           --3--
A--3--          --2--           --0--           --0--
E--0--          --0--           --0--           --0--

 [C]
 [Em]
 [Am]
 [F]

M[C]e and My best friend Jim start[Em]ed our own band

W[Am]hen I was fifteen liv[F]ing in Deutschland.

D[C]idn't matter that we[Em] could hardly play

C[Am]ame up with a crazy name, c[F]alled the band "Queen UK"

I[C] played the guitar, he [Em]played drums

O[Am]ur parents told us one day w[F]e'd be bums

A[C]nd everyday we'd go over [Em]to his parents house

A[Am]nd in the basement we'd p[F]lay as hard and loud

A[C]s we could get it. It dro[Em]ve his mom mad

B[Am]ut it never seemed to both[F]er his drunk dad.

W[C]e wrote five o[Em]r six, songs or so

W[Am]e played them at the high school t[F]alent show

W[C]e blew the shit up. The girl[Em]s went crazy.

W[Am]e looked so cool. They cal[F]led us 'baby.'

A[C]nd after that m[Em]an, we had it made.

T[Am]he normal life was l[F]ater-ade.

 [C]
 [Em]
 [Am]
 [F]

W[C]ell I moved to Austi[Em]n, he moved to LA after living in Seattle.

I[Am] joined a funk band, he got al[F]l into heavy metal.

I[C]t was a wild time. I did a [Em]lot of blotter.

I[Am]t was like some b[F]ad episode of "Welcome Back Kotter".

I[C] went out to[Em] LA to visit him.

B[Am]ut he was all messed up p[F]laying in some shitty band.

S[C]norting heroin. He ha[Em]d like ten tatoos.

W[Am]e smoked some serious[F] kind, drank a ton of booze.

W[C]e joked around alot[Em]. We'd always say

W[Am]e've come so far sin[F]ce the good ol' days.

 [C]
 [Em]
 [Am]
 [F]

I[C]t was a blur but, I don't re[Em]ally remember much.

J[Am]ust glad to get the hell out, [F]I never liked LA too much.

A[C]ustin was more laid back[Em], more like my kind of town.

P[Am]eople kickin it, [F]not so tightly wound.

M[C]y bands kept breaking up, lik[Em]e they always do.

I[Am] kept getting b[F]y, and pulling through.

I[C] got a phone call from Jim one ni[Em]ght in ninety-eight

H[Am]e didn't sound so good he s[F]aid 'I need a break'.

H[C]e said can I come to stay[Em] for a week or so.

I[Am] said 'Tha[F]t'd be cool. No problem bro.'

B[C]ut I never spoke [Em]to him again after that.

I[Am] got a call from this guy in Jim'[F]s band Aftermath.

H[C]e said that Jim had died sometim[Em]e last week or so.

I[Am]n his apartment, some k[F]ind of overdose.

T[C]he police couldn't find his fo[Em]lks, and maybe did I know

H[Am]ow to get a hold of them and I [F]said I did and so

T[C]hey called his parents[Em] up and it was shitty but,

I[Am] went to the fun[F]eral and I was all fucked up.

A[C]nd I felt responsible i[Em]n some weird ol' way.

B[Am]ut there was nothing I could[F] do, there was nothing I could say.

 [C]
 [Em]
 [Am]
 [F]

T[C]hat's the way it goe[Em]s when fate is king.

Y[Am]ou can't tell the world [F]how to do its thing.

Y[C]ou can just hold on tight, let it ta[Em]ke you for a ride.

A[Am]nd maybe you might make it to the o[F]ther side.

W[C]ell in the end I guess, it d[Em]oesn't matter so.

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