Most Days
Mojave 3Version1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
EADGBe
: 13321-
Verse 1 Chords:
She was a hummingbird song
She fluttered her wings but she would not come in
And I threw my weight at the door
But she held her ground and she would not come in
And some days I'm better than most
Most days I'm tied to the posts
Was so bad at being bad
Baddest bad boy, that's a fact
She said she was born a traveler
I said I knew as she ran out the door
Our love is like old money
Somewhere out there, somewhere out in the past
Use verse 1 chords
She was a hummingbird song
She floated nice but she would not come in
No I would think of her daily
I praise the Lord that I knew her waiting
And most days I'm better than most
Some days I'm tied to the posts
Was so bad at being bad
The baddest bad boy, that's a fact
*(skipping instrumental here)
And some days I'm better than most
Most days I'm tied to the posts
She said she was born a traveller
I said I knew as she ran out the door
I said "I won't let you go"
She said "boy, you know, you're just clutching a straw"
Use verse 1 chords
She was a hummingbird song
She fluttered her wings but she would not come in
And I threw my weight at the door
But she held her ground and she would not come in
And most days I'm better than most
Some days I'm tied to the posts
Yeah, most days I'm better than most
Most days I'm tied to the posts
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Readable chord sheet for Most Days by Mojave 3
EADGBe [F]: 13321- Verse 1 Chords: [C] She was a hu[Am]mmingbird [Em]song She f[F]luttered her wings but she w[C]ould not come [G]in [C] And I threw my w[Am]eight at the [Em]door But she [F] held her ground and she wo[C]uld not come [G]in [F] And some days I'm [C]better than [F]most Most days I'm t[C]ied to the [F]posts [Am] Was so [Em]bad at [F]being [C]bad [Am] Baddest [Em]bad b[F]oy, that's a f[C]act [Am] She [Em]said she was b[F]orn a t[C]raveler [Am] I said I [Em]knew as she [F]ran out the [C]door [Am] Our [Em]love is l[F]ike old m[C]oney [Am] Somewhere [Em]out there, somewhere [F]out in the [C]past Use verse 1 chords She was a hummingbird song She floated nice but she would not come in No I would think of her daily I praise the Lord that I knew her waiting And most days I'm better than most Some days I'm tied to the posts Was so bad at being bad The baddest bad boy, that's a fact *(skipping instrumental here) And some days I'm better than most Most days I'm tied to the posts She said she was born a traveller I said I knew as she ran out the door I said "I won't let you go" She said "boy, you know, you're just clutching a straw" Use verse 1 chords She was a hummingbird song She fluttered her wings but she would not come in And I threw my weight at the door But she held her ground and she would not come in [F] And most days I'm be[C]tter than m[F]ost Some days I'm ti[C]ed to the p[F]osts Yeah, most days I'm [C]better than m[F]ost Most days I'm [C]tied to the [F]posts