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Warren Zevon – Hit Somebody chords
God bless Warren Zevon (tabbed by the Hound Dog King) NOTE: Keep in mind that this is a piano based song and chords have different variations and inversions that aren't practical on a guitar. Below are simply the base chords. Add filler notes as you see fit and play with your Canadian friends!D BmHe was born in Big Beaver by the borderlineG D AHe started playing hockey by the time he was nineD GHis dad took the hose and froze the back yardD A DAnd Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket RichardG A BmHe grew up big and he grew up toughD A BmHe saw himself scoring for the Wings or CanucksG A DBut he wasn't that good with a puckBuddy's real talent was beating people up His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites He must have racked up more than six hundred fights A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon Said, "There's always room on our team for a goonG ASon, we've always got room for a goon"CHORUS ------D A BmThere were Swedes to the left of himD A BmRussians to the rightD A Bm G AA Czech at the blue line looking for a fightG D Bm EBrains over brawn-that might work for youG D A BmBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doG D A DWhat else can a farm boy from Canada doG D A BmBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doG D A DWhat else can a farm boy from Canada doHit somebody! was what the crowd roared When Buddy the goon came over the boards "Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals" The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here forDProtection is what you're here forGProtection-it's the stars that scoreDProtection-kick somebody's assGProtection-don't put the biscuit in the basket justHit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears Blood on the ice ran down through the years The king of the goons with a box for a throne A thousand stitches and broken bones He never lost a fight on his icy patrol But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goalG AHe just wanted one damn goalCHORUS ------ There were Swedes at the the blue line Finns at the red A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head Brains over brawn-that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do But what's a Canadian farm boy to doG D A BmWhat else can a farm boy from Canada doG D AIn his final season, on his final nightG D ABuddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fightG (Em) F#/A BmThirty seconds left, the puck took a rollG A BmAnd suddenly Buddy had a shot on goalThe goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot Twenty years of waiting went into that shot The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through The big man crumbled but he felt all right 'Cause the last thing he saw was the flashing red light He saw that heavenly light CHORUS ------ There were Swedes to the left of him Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Take care of your teeth-that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do But what's a Canadian farm boy to do What else can a farm boy from Canada do