A Little Bit Of Everything Cifras

G6sus4    3x2013
G7        3x3003 (no 5)
 
 
[Intro]
 
C                 F                 C
G6sus4            G7                C
Am                G6sus4            F
C                 F                 C
 
 
[Verse]
 
C                     F                    C
With his back against the San Francisco traffic
G6sus4                   G7                  C
On the bridges side that faces towards the jail
Am           G6sus4             F
Setting out to join a demographic,
C                 F                  C
He hoists his first leg up over the rail.
 
C                       F                   C
A phone call's made, police cars show up quickly.
G6sus4         G7                  C
The sergeant slams his passenger door.
Am                  G6sus4                            F
He says, Hey son why don't you talk through this with me,
C                 F                   C
Just tell me what you're doing it for.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Am                        C
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
Am                  Em
It's the mountains, it's the fog,
F                       C
It's the news at six o'clock,
       G6sus4              G7
It's the death of my first dog.
C                      F
It's the angels up above me,
C               C/B           Am
It's the song that they don't sing,
G6sus4              G7          C
It's a little bit of everything.
 
 
[Verse]
 
           C              F                    C
There's an older man who stands in a buffet line,
       G6sus4           G7               C
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate,
         Am               G6sus4             F
And the further he looks back into his timeline,
      C                F               C
That hard road always led him to today.
 
       C                 F                      C
Making up for when his bright future had left him,
G6sus4             G7                       C
Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
Am                   G6sus4                   F
And letting everything out once, his server asks him,
C                    F                    C
Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Am                       C
I want a little bit of everything,
Am                  Em
The biscuits and the beans,
F                     C
Whatever helps me to forget about
      G6sus4              G7
The things that brought me to my knees.
C                     F
So pile on those mashed potatoes,
C         C/B           Am
And an extra chicken wing,
G6sus4        G7            C
I'm having a little bit of everything.
 
 
[Solo]
 
 
[Verse]
 
C               F                 C
Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
G6sus4             G7                       C
To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
Am                G6sus4                   F
Her man says, Baby, can I make an observation?
C                     F                    C
You don't seem to be having any fun at all.
 
C                                    F                  C
She said, You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
G6sus4             G7                       C
And rest assured that this is making me feel good,
Am                         G6sus4             F
I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
C                    F                    C
If you can give yourself to someone, then you should.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
Am                        C
Cause it's a little bit of everything,
Am                Em
The way you joke, the way you ache,
F                      C
It is getting up before you,
    G6sus4                G7
So I could watch you as you wake.
C                     F
So on the day in late September,
C          C/B           Am
It's not some stupid little ring,
G6sus4               G7          C
I'm getting a little bit of everything.
 
Am                        C
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
Am                   Em
It's the matador and the bull,
F                      C
It's the suggested daily dosage,
   G6sus4              G7
It's the red moon when it's full.
C                     F
All these psychics and these doctors,
C          C/B           Am
They're all right and they're all wrong,
           C                   F
It's like trying to make out every word,
                  C           Am
When they should simply hum along.
               C                       F
It's not some message written in the dark,
        C          C/B      Am
Or some truth that no one's sees,
  G6sus4             G7          C
It's a little bit of everything.
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