Dawes – A Little Bit Of Everything chords ver. 2

E                               A                      EWith his back against the San Francisco traffic,
        B                                               EOn the bridges side that faces towards the jail,
C#m             B              ASetting out to join a demographic, 
E               A              EHe hoists his first leg up over the rail.

        E                       A                      EAnd a phone call is made, police cars show up quickly.
B                               EThe sergeant slams his passenger door. 
                C#m             B                      AHe says, "Hey son why don't you talk through this with me, 
        E                       A      EJust tell me what you're doing it for."

             C#m        EOh, it's a little bit of everything, 
        C#mIt's the mountains,
        G#mIt's the fog,
        A          EIt's the news at six o'clock, 
        BIt's the death of my first dog, 
        E               AIt's the angels up above me, 
        E                       C#mIt's the song that they don't sing,
        E          A           EIt's a little bit of everything.

E                               A              ESomewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
        B                                       ETo a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
C#m             B              AHer man says, Baby, can I make an observation?
E               A              EYou don't seem to be having any fun at all.



        E                       A                      EShe said, You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
B                               EAnd rest assured that this is making me feel good,
                C#m             B                      AI think that love is so much easier than you realize,
        E                       A                      EIf you can give yourself to someone, then you should.

             C#m        ECause it's a little bit of everything,
                C#m                     G#mThe way you joke, the way you ache,
        A               EIt is waking up before you, 
        BSo I can watch you as you wake.
        E               ASo in the day in late September,
        E               C#mIt's not some stupid little ring,
E               A              EI'm giving a little bit of everything.

             C#m        EOh, it's a little bit of everything,
        C#m                     G#mIt's the matador and the bull,
        A               EIt's the suggested daily dosage,
BIt is the red moon when it's full.
E                       AAll these psychics and these doctors,
E                       C#mThey're all right and they're all wrong,
E                       AIt's like trying to make out every word,
        E                       C#mWhen they should simply hum along,
E                       AIt's not some message written in the dark,
        E                       C#mOr some truth that no one's seen,
        E       A              EIt's a little bit of everything.