Rare Americans – Canoe chords

Chords:
Transpose:
[Intro]
Bm G D
Bm G F# Bm

[Verse 1]
GThe milk from mothers breast
D F#Gave you the start that was best
Bm GFood on your face, your hair a mess
D F#Flying colours, lifes little tests
Bm GConfident and strong, sticking out your chest
D F#mThe best to come, the worst a guess
[Pre-chrous]
Bm G. D F#Am I livin' a lie? I ask me myself and I
Bm G D F#m'Cause everybody knows, courage comes and goes
Bm G D F#Brother hold on for the next supply
[Interlude] Bm G F# E Bm G D F# [Chorus]
Bm G D F#To thine own self, be true
Bm G D F#In this life it's all up to you
Bm G D F#mYou paddle your own canoe
Bm G D F#mYou paddle your own canoe
Bm F#mYour own canoe!
G D F#mDo, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
BmYour own canoe!
G D F#mDo, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
[Verse 2]
Bm GEddies and kicks, rapids turn six
D F#mThen you remiss, chances you missed
Bm GWind hits your sails, start to prevail
D F#mSuddenly assailed, wind, rain and hail
Bm GYou just hit your stride, bride by your side
D F#mIt’s a smooth ride, systems collide
Bm GIt’s your first real strife, pretty little life
D F#Change overnight, real fuckin' fight
Bm GTimes shuck and jive, odds spike and dive
D F#mHornets now fully out of the hive
Bm GThis too shall pass, ride it out on your raft
D F# Bm GYou just never know how long these things will last
D F# Bm--G Last, last, last, last [Pre-Chorus]
Bm G. D F#Am I livin' a lie? I ask me myself and I
Bm G D F#m'Cause everybody knows, courage comes and goes
Bm G D F#Brother hold on for the next supply
[Interlude] Bm G D F# Bm G D F# [Bridge] Bm G F#m E--D I’m not gonna ride with you
B G F#Mister I ain't following you
B G Bm E--D No matter what you say, promise or do
B G F# Bm GTalk until your face is blue
[Interlude] D F# Bm G F# [Chorus]
Bm G D F#To thine own self, be true
Bm G D F#In this life it's all up to you
Bm G D F#mYou paddle your own canoe
Bm G D F#mYou paddle your own canoe
Bm F#mYour own canoe!
G D F#mDo, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
BmYour own canoe!
G D F#mDo, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
[Outro]
B E B EI'm in the middle of a jungle man, I'm right in the throngs
B E BAll kinds of little animals yelling, telling me I'm wrong (you're wrong)
E B EOkay maybe they’re right? Nah, should say sorry to myself
B E BThose itty-bitty fucks can’t fuck up my good mental health
Bm E B EThe winds of change are so strong, man they need names
B ELike tornadoes, cyclones and hurricanes
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