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Til Someone Catches A Feelin

Bob Schneider
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
I  want to go back to the way it used to be
 before the bad guys came out of the trees
 and pulled the sky down on top of the dark
 "brown stick yourself back of my heart"
 only want to be that hero saving you from the damned
 car bomb my mom is in Afganistan
 i don't want to be damned
 i wanna be tanned
 i wanna be a real man
i  wanna take you out on the town
 and give you some good times to throw around
 in your head when you're old got no friends
 make the good times never end
 so help your hand grenades keep your pins in your pockets
 open you up fill you up with rockets
 so you can go anywhere you like any old time
"the  way the rings surround the jearsy shore"
 "could fill you up with food ever more"
 i lift you up without lettin you down
 keep all your dreams from turning brown
 and all the birds they keep lifiing you up and then into the air
 and into the thin  space between the here and now
 oh i
i  can't stop hitting myself over the head
 i do my best to keep up with the dead
 i don't why everybody is in my high
 oh i feel like flying
trying  to put the bats back in the dark
 "black of my heart i'm made out of jam"
 it's all good till someone catches a feeling
 and i'm feeling again
la  la la la
 la la la la  la la
 la la la la  la la
 la la la la  la la
la  la la la la la
 la la la la  la la
 la la la la  la la
 la la la la  la la
 la la la la

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Readable chord sheet for Til Someone Catches A Feelin by Bob Schneider

[E]

[E]I want to go back to the way it used to be
before the bad guys came out of the [A]trees

and pulled the sky down on top of the dark
"brown stick yourself back of my [E]heart"

only want to be that hero saving you from the damned
car bomb my mom is in [B]Afganistan

i don't want to be damned

i wanna be tanned

i wanna be a real man

[E]i wanna take you out on the town
and give you some good times to throw [A]around

in your head when you're old got no friends
make the good times never [E]end

so help your hand grenades keep your pins in your pockets
open you up fill you up with [B]rockets

so you can go anywhere you like any old time

[E]"the way the rings surround the jearsy shore"
"could fill you up with food ever [A]more"

i lift you up without lettin you down
keep all your dreams from turning [E]brown

and all the birds they keep lifiing you up and then into the air
and into the [B]thin space between the here and now

oh i

[E]i can't stop hitting myself over the head
i do my best to keep up with the [A]dead

i don't why everybody is in my high

oh i feel like flying
[E]trying to put the bats back in the dark
"black of my heart i'm made out of [A]jam"
it's all good till someone catches a [B]feeling
and i'm feeling [E]again

[E]la la la la
la la la [A]la la la
la la la [E]la la la
la la la [B]la la la
[E]la la la la la la
la la la [A]la la la
la la la [E]la la la
la la la [B]la la la
la la la [E]la

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