Dawesගේ A Little Bit Of Everything ගීතයට ගිටාර් කෝඩ්ස් | VChords

[Intro]
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F  | A# | F  | C | F 
Dm | C  | A# 
F  | C  

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

[Chorus (1)]
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F               Dm              F
 "Oh, it's a little bit of everything
         Dm                     Am
It's the mountains, it's the fog
         A#                 F
It's the news at six o'clock
              C
It's the death of my first dog."
          F               A#
"It's the angels up above me
         F                        Dm
It's the song that they don't sing
       F/C            Cadd11
It's a little bit of everything."

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

[Chorus (2)]
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F            Dm              F
 I want a little bit of everything
    Dm                    Am
The biscuits and the beans
         A#                  F
Whatever helps me to forget about
                       C
The things that brought me to my knees
        F                   A#
So pile on those mashed potatoes
          F              Dm
And an extra chicken wing
                F/C         Cadd11   F
I'm having a little bit of everything

[Solo Guitar]
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F  | A# | F  | C | F 
Dm | C  | A# | F | C 

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

[Chorus (3)]
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F                 Dm              F
 'Cause it's a little bit of everything
            Dm                     Am
The way you joke, the way you ache,
      A#                F
It is getting up before you,
                C
So I could watch you as you wake.
              F              A#
So on that day in late September,
              F                  Dm
It's not some stupid little ring,
                 F/C         Cadd11
I'm getting a little bit of everything.
F               Dm              F
 Oh, it's a little bit of everything
         Dm                  Am
It's the matador and the bull
            A#                 F
It's the suggested daily dosage
            C
It's the red moon when it's full.
          F                     A#
All these psychics and these doctors
               F                      Dm
They're alright and they're all wrong,
          F                     A#
It's like trying to make out every word
                 F               Dm
When they should simply hum along

[Outro]
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              F                      A#
It's not some message written in the dark
        F                       Dm
Or some truth that no one's seen
       A#             C        A# F
It's a little bit of everything