Queen Uk

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INTRO:
C, Em, Am, F (x2)


VERSE 1:
          C                      
Me and My best friend Jim started 
     Em
our own band
           Am               
When I was fifteen living in 
 F
Deutschland.
       C                    Em
Didn't matter that we could hardly 
play
               Am                
Came up with a crazy name, called 
          F
the band "Queen UK"
             C                 Em
I played the guitar, he played drums
            Am                     
Our parents told us one day we'd be
 F
 bums
         C                       
And everyday we'd go over to his 
Em
parents house
           Am                   
And in the basement we'd play as 
 F
hard and loud
            C                    
As we could get it. It drove his mom
Em
 mad
             Am                   
But it never seemed to bother his 
F
drunk dad.
         C            Em
We wrote five or six, songs or so
   Am                             
We played them at the high school 
F
talent show
            C                      
We blew the shit up. The girls went
 Em
 crazy.
             Am                   
We looked so cool. They called us 
F
'baby.'
          C            Em
And after that man, we had it made.
    Am              F
The normal life was later-ade.


INTERLUDE:
C, Em, Am, F...


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VERSE 2:
                C                  
Well I moved to Austin, he moved to
 Em
 A  after living in Seattle.
           Am                   
I joined a funk band, he got all 
      F
into heavy metal.
         C                         
It was a wild time. I did a lot of 
Em
blotter.
                 Am            
It was like some bad episode of 
  F
"Welcome Back Kotter".
              C     Em
I went out to A  to visit him.
               Am                  
But he was all messed up playing in
      F
 some shitty band.
         C                   Em
Snorting heroin. He had like ten 
tatoos.
               Am                  
We smoked some serious kind, drank 
  F
a ton of booze.
         C                 Em
We joked around alot. We'd always 
say
      Am                    F
We've come so far since the good ol'
 days.


INTERLUDE:
C, Em, Am, F...


VERSE 3:
         C                       
It was a blur but, I don't really 
   Em
remember much.
                     Am         
Just glad to get the hell out, I 
              F
never liked A  too much.
                C                  
Austin was more laid back, more 
     Em
like my kind of town.
       Am                F
People kickin it, not so tightly 
wound.
              C                    
My bands kept breaking up, like 
  Em
they always do.
       Am              F
I kept getting by, and pulling 
through.
        C                      
I got a phone call from Jim one 
          Em
night in ninety-eight
          Am                       
He didn't sound so good he said 'I 
F
need a break'.
            C                    
He said can I come to stay for a 
Em
week or so.
                  Am       F
I said 'That'd be cool. No problem 
bro.'
            C            Em
But I never spoke to him again after
 that.
        Am                         
I got a call from this guy in Jim's
      F
 band Aftermath.
             C                     
He said that Jim had died sometime 
     Em
last week or so.
       Am                     
In his apartment, some kind of 
 F
overdose.
                    C              
The police couldn't find his folks,
           Em
 and maybe did I know
             Am                    
How to get a hold of them and I 
    F
said I did and so
                C                
They called his parents up and it 
     Em
was shitty but,
              Am                F
I went to the funeral and I was all 
fucked up.
           C                   Em
And I felt responsible in some weird
 ol' way.
              Am                 
But there was nothing I could do, 
           F
there was nothing I could say.


INTERLUDE:
C, Em, Am, F (x2)...


VERSE 4:
           C                Em
That's the way it goes when fate is 
king.
          Am                    F
You can't tell the world how to do 
its thing.
             C                     
You can just hold on tight, let it 
         Em
take you for a ride.
    Am                             
And maybe you might make it to the 
F
other side.
            C                      
Well in the end I guess, it doesn't
 Em
 matter so.
  Am                       F
I guess I'll tell you everything I 
know now.