Bb (x1333x@1)         Bbmaj7 (x13231@1)              Gm (355333@1)                  FEvery (133211@1)time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl

Intro -  Bb (x1333x@1)Bbmaj7 (x13231@1)Gm (355333@1)F (133211@1)Eb (x43121@3)Bb (x1333x@1)Eb (x43121@3)Fx2 (133211@1)
Verse 1:
Bb (x1333x@1)                         Bbmaj7Back (x13231@1)back way back I used to front like Angkor Wat

Gm (355333@1)                        FMechanicsburg (133211@1)Anchorage and Dar es Salaam

Eb (x43121@3)                           Bb (x1333x@1)              Eb (x43121@3)                FWhile (133211@1)home from New York was champagne and disco tapes from L.A. slash San

Francisco

Bb (x1333x@1)                 Bbmaj7But (x13231@1)actually Oakland and not Alameda
     Gm (355333@1)                          FYour (133211@1)girl was in Berkeley with her Communist reader
Eb (x43121@3)                       BbMine (x1333x@1)was entombed within boombox and walkman
Eb (x43121@3)                FI (133211@1)was a hoarder but girl that was back then



Bridge (he hums badoom with it):

Bb  Bbmaj7  Gm  F



The Chorus is the same as the verse:
   
     Bb (x1333x@1)                Bbmaj7 (x13231@1)         GmThe (355333@1)gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
         FWhat (133211@1)you on about?
  Eb (x43121@3)          Bb (x1333x@1)     Eb (x43121@3)          FI (133211@1)feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones
    Bb (x1333x@1)              Bbmaj7 (x13231@1)      GmI'm (355333@1)stronger now, I'm ready for the house
       F (133211@1)            
Such a modest mouse, 
  Eb (x43121@3)        Bb (x1333x@1)      Eb (x43121@3)        FI (133211@1)can't do it alone, I can't do it alone

Bb (x1333x@1)         Bbmaj7 (x13231@1)              Gm (355333@1)                  FEvery (133211@1)time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl

Eb (x43121@3)Bb (x1333x@1)Eb (x43121@3)F (133211@1)Verse 2:

Ancestors told me that their girl was better
She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather
I just ignored all the details of a past life
Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife
And punks who would laugh when they saw us together
Well, they didn't know how to dress for the weather
I can still see them there huddled on Astor
Snow falling slow to the sound of the master

Chorus

Bridge (just play the same chord pattern)

Verse 3:

Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth
Age is an honor - it's still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her
The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her
We don't know the true death, the way of all flesh
Everyone's dying, but girl - you're not old yet

Chorus