Crying Lightning - Arctic Monkeys (acoustic version)

Tuning standard EADGBe

*Note: When you play the F chord in the second and third chorus let the high E string open 

F or F
0    0
1    1
2    2
3    3
3    x
x    x

Intro: Am F Am E Am G C E

Am          F           Am             E
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
         Am           G     C     E
You were practicing a magic trick
       Am           F            Am         E
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
       Am           G        C   E
On the last of your pick and mix


                           Am              F                   Am         E
Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
       Am            G          C    E
As you bit into your strawberry lace
           Am             F              Am         E
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
                Am              G        C    E
Is all you have left and it was going to waste


Am
Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying lightning

And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons


                     Am            F
The next time that I caught my own reflection
       Am             E
It was on it's way to meet you
Am          G              C    E
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                    Am                F
You never look like yourself from the side
         Am              E
But your profile did not hide
             Am           G              C      E
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne




            Am           F                 Am       E
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
                    Am                 G            C   E
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
             Am            F             Am            E
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
          Am           G                C    E
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw


         F              Dm      
And your past-times, consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
      Am
And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
                    Am
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons


F    Dm
Uninviting
    Am 
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
        F      Dm        Am
You are crying lightning


Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning
F      Dm
Crying lightning
Am
Crying lightning


     F              Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
    Am
And twisted and deranged
                                                                      
And I hate that little game you had called     
F      Dm (once)
Crying



Enjoy, 
Yori