Pumped Up Kicks

Em                       G
Robert hath a swift hand
      D                             A
He doth gaze upon the fyrd, and he maketh a plan
Em                    G
He hath a jaunty cap,
D                             A
Perched upon his head, he is a longbowman
      Em                     G
He did find an old bow of yew
       D                         A
And a quiver of arrows in his father’s chest,
Em                    G
Wherefore I cannot say
         D                         A
But he cometh for thee, yea he cometh for thee

[Chorus] (x2)

Em                          G
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots
             D
Best ye go, best ye go
A
Outrun my bow
Em                          G
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots
             D
Best ye go, best ye go
A
Faster than mine arrow

[Verse]
Em                    G
Father worketh all day
         D                      A
And he cometh home late, yea he cometh home late
         Em                G
Mayhaps he bringeth me a gift
     D                                       A
For stew is in the pot though it doth taste of grit
     Em                  G
I have waited e’re long
    D                          A
Now mine eye is quick and mine arm is strong
  Em                      G
I reason with my crooked cap
             D                            A
And say “Thou art an artless, greasy tallow-catch.” Yea

[Chorus] (x2)
Em                          G
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots
             D
Best ye go, best ye go
A
Outrun my bow
Em                          G
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots
             D
Best ye go, best ye go
A
Faster than mine arrow

[Interlude]
Em   G   D   A   x2
(run run run)
Em   G   D   A   x2
(whistle)

[Chorus] (x2)
Em                          G
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots
             D
Best ye go, best ye go
A
Outrun my bow
Em                          G
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots
             D
Best ye go, best ye go
A
Faster than mine arrow