Tell It How It Is

[Intro] E  G#7  C#m  E

[Primera Parte]

E
If you’re trying to get in his head
Then you’re just wasting your breath
                           G#7
'Cause he might as well be dead
           C#m
There just ain’t no getting through
                                E
If that’s what you’re trying to do

[segunda Parte]

E
And to those who don’t know him yet
He don’t care if you ever do
                  G#7
He is faithful to himself
       C#m
And it can hurt to hear the truth
                                 E
But he just ain’t concerned with you

[Estribillo]

          C#m                           E
They were mean, said they were silly dreams
                               C#m
So he had to leave, no time to grieve
Had to set out and find
                               E
Something better than what he left behind
Something he knew was worth
           C#m          E
All of his pain and hurt

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[Tercera Parte]

E
He gets down on his own self
More than anybody else can
                       G#7
And it’s easy to understand
           C#m
But it can hurt to hear the truth
                                 E
But he just ain’t concerned with you

[Estribillo]

       C#m                      E
'Cause spirits have their own minds
                                          C#m
They can’t be confined to fit between the lines
                       E
Spirits have their own minds
                                        C#m
They can’t be confined, they draw their own lies

[Puente]

     A                 E
It’s alright tell 'em how it is
     C#                           E
Even though it don’t make you popular
  A                 E
Sometimes you gotta be a dick
          C#           E
You don’t have to roll over

( E  G#7  C#m  E )

[Cuarta Parte]

E
So to those who don’t know him yet
        E
He don’t care if you ever do
                     G#7
He is faithful to himself
           C#m
And it can hurt to hear the truth
                                 E
But he just ain’t concerned with you

[Estribillo]

          C#m                           E
They were mean, said they were silly dreams
                               C#m
So he had to leave, no time to grieve
Had to set out and find
                               E
Something better than what he left behind
Something he knew was worth
           C#m
All of his pain and hurt

C#m                     E
spirits have their own minds
                                          C#m
They can’t be confined, they draw their own lines

[Puente]

     A                 E
It’s alright tell 'em how it is
     C#                           E
Even though it don’t make you popular
  A                 E
Sometimes you gotta be a dick
          C#           E
You don’t have to roll over