Hard Act To Follow Cifras

Hard Act To Follow
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[Verse 1]
(High hat, Single Guitar + Vox)
         B                  B       A    D    E
You're a hard act to follow
       B                   B       A    D    E
Such a fine lookin' fellow
       B                     B       A    D    E
I hear you're belly's yellow
         B                   B       A    D    E
You're a hard act to swallow
 
(All In)
 
           B             B       A     D     E
It kind of makes me sick
            B                 B       A    D    E
The way you turn those tricks
            B           B       A    D    E
Come on and light it up
          B             B       A    D    E
I want to feel the rush
 
[Pre-Chorus]
E                                                  D
I'll be shooting for thrills when I walk out that door
                          A           A n.c
You say it's hard to care anymore
 
[Chorus]
B  B      B A B A           D                  A      G           A
Kills,    thrills and Sunday pills, wo-ohh      I'm on a mission to
B  B       B A B A             D                 A         G    A
kill,       still cause, nothin' thrills    Wo-oh
 
[Verse 2]
                 B                B       A    D    E
You're hooked on coke and hoochie
          B                B       A    D    E
I want my milk and cookies
              B                  B       A    D    E
You know your wife looked pretty
             B                  B       A    D    E
I think your wife looked pretty
 
[Pre-Chorus]
E                    E                             D
I'll be shooting for thrills when I walk out that door
                     A                A n.c
You say it's hard to care anymore
 
 
[Chorus]
B  B       B A B A           D                A       G        A
Kills,     Thrills and Sunday pills, wo-oh,     I'm on a mission to
B  B        B A B A            D                    A        G            A
Kill,        still cause nothin' thrills   wo-oh,      I can't help missin' you
B   B       B A B A             D       A      G    A
Still,      will I always will wo-oh
B    B      B A B A            D             A     G    A
Thrills,    Kills and Sunday pills wo-oh
 
Alright......
 
B A  B D A       E G  G A
 
[Solo]
(Solo starts)
| B A | B D A | - | E G | G A | x2
 
[Pre-Chorus]
E                    E                             D
I'll be shooting for thrills when I walk out that door
                      A
Don't turn around and say you need me anymore
E                 E                            D
Poppin' pieces of pills up off the lounge room floor
                     A                A n.c
You say it's hard to care anymore
 
[Chorus]
B  B       B A B A           D                A   G        A
Kills,     Thrills and Sunday pills, wo-oh, I'm on a mission to
B  B        B A B A            D                    A   G            A
Kill,        still cause nothin' thrills   wo-oh, I can't help missin' you
B   B       B A B A             D       A      G    A
Still,      will I always will wo-oh
B    B      B A B A            D             A     G    A
Thrills,    Kills and Sunday pills wo-oh
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