I Wish I Was Punk Rocker
Sandi ThomVersion1
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Chords in this song
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A
Em7
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Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesnt care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didnt play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and radio was king,
When accountants didnt have control
And the media couldnt buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didnt know everything
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super-info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
I was born too late to a world that doesnt care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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Readable chord sheet for I Wish I Was Punk Rocker by Sandi Thom
[D] [Em7] [G] [Asus4] [Bm] [A] [Em7] |--2--|--0--|--3--|--0--|--2--|--0--|--0--| |--3--|--3--|--0--|--3--|--3--|--2--|--3--| |--2--|--0--|--0--|--2--|--4--|--2--|--0--| |--0--|--2--|--0--|--0--|--4--|--2--|--0--| |--x--|--2--|--2--|--0--|--2--|--0--|--2--| |--x--|--0--|--3--|--0--|--2--|--0--|--0--| Oh I [D]wish I was a [Em7]punk rocker with f[G]lowers in my [D]hair In 77 and [D]69 revol[G]ution was in the [Asus4]air I was [D]born too [Em7]late to a [Bm]world that doesnt [G]care Oh I [D]wish I was a [Em7]punk rocker with f[G]lowers in my [D]hair [D]When the head of state didnt play guitar, Not [Em7]everybody drove a car, When [A]music really mattered and [Em7]radio was [D]king, [D]When accountants didnt have control And the [Em7]media couldnt buy your soul And com[A]puters were still scary and we [Em7]didnt know everyt[D]hing When popstars still remained a myth And ignorance could still be bliss And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale When my mom and dad were in their teen and anarchy was still a dream and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail When record shops were on top and vinyl was all that they stocked and the super-info highway was still drifting out in space kids were wearing hand me downs, and playing games meant kick arounds and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face I was [D]born too [Em7]late to a [Bm]world that doesnt [G]care Oh I [D]wish I was a [Em7]punk rocker with f[G]lowers in my [D]hair