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Guns N' Roses - Civil War Tuning:Eb Tom: Em Intro: (Em G Em G D/F#)2x "What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach... So, you get what we had here last week Which is the way he wants it! Well, he gets it! N' I don't like it anymore than you, men."EmLook at your young men fighting GLook at your women crying EmLook at your young men dying GThe way they've always D/F#done befEmoreG Em G D/F# EmLook at the hate we're breeding GLook at the fear we're feeding EmLook at the lives we're leading GThe way we've always D/F#done beAfoB/Are C/A D/A EmMy hands are tied GThe billions shift from side to side D/F#And the waEmrs go on with brainwashed pride GFor the love of God D/F#and our human rights EmAnd all these things are swept aside GBy bloody hands time can't deny D/F#And are waEmshed away by your genocide G D/F# A B/A C/A D/A (Em G Em G D/F#)2x And history hides the lies of our civil wars GD'you wear a black amrband BmWhen they shot the man EmWho said "Peace could last forever" GAnd in my first memories Bm7They shot Kennedy EmAnd I went numb when I Clearned to sDee GSo I never fell foBmr Vietnam EmWe got the wall of D.C. to remind us all GThat you can't trust freedom Bm7When it's not in your hands EmWhen everybody's fighting CFor theiDr promised land GAnd I don'Bmt need your civil Emwar GIt feeds the richBm7 while buries the poorEm C D GYour power Bmhungry sellin' soldiers EmIn a human grocery store Ain't that fresh G Bm Em C D (G Bm7 Em G Bm7 Em C D)2x I don't need your civil war EmLook at the shoes you're filling GLook at the blood we're spilling EmLook at the world we're killing GThe way we've alwayD/F#s done before EmLook in the doubt we've wallowed GLook at the leaders we've followed EmLook at the lies we've swallowed GAnd I don't want D/F#to hear noA mB/Aore C/A D/A EmMy hands are tied GFor all I've seen has changed my mind D/F#But still tEmhe wars go on as the years go by GWuth no love of D/F#God or human rights Em'Cause all these dreams are swept aside GBy bloody hands of the hypD/F#notized EmWho carry the cross of homicide G D/F# A B/A C/A D/A (Em G Em G D/F#)2x And history bears the scars of our civil wars (A B/A C/A D/A F/A C/A) "We practice selective annihilation of mayors And government officials For example to create a vacuum Then we fill that vacuum As popular war advances. Peace is closer." GI don't need Bmyour civil war Em GIt feeds the rich whiBm7le buries the poorEm C D GYour power Bmhungry sellin' soldiers EmIn a human grocery store Ain't that fresh GAnd I don't Bmneed your civilEm waCr D GI don't neeBmd your civil warEm GI don't neeBmd your civil warEm C D GYour power hBmungry sellin' soldiers EmIn a human grocery store Ain't that fresh GI don't neBmed your civil wEmar C D GI don't neBmed one more wEmar G Bm7 Em C D G Bm Em GAnd I don'Bmt need one moEmre CwaDr G Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway?Guns N' Roses - 14 Years Tuning:EbAmI try and feGel the sunshine FYou bring the raEin AmYou try and hoGld me down FWith your complaEins AmYou cry and moaGn and complain FYou whine an tearE AmUp to my neck inG sorrow FThe touch you briEngAmYou don't just steCp inside to D14 years AmSo hard to keep Cmy own head...D That's what I say AmYou know... I've beeCn the beggar... DI've played the thief AmI was the dog.C.. TDhey all tried to beatAmBut it's beenG 14 years of silence DIt's been 14 years of pain AmIt's been 14 years Gthat are gone forever D (Am G F E)2x And I'll never have againAmYour stupid girGlfriends tell you FThat I'm to blame E AmWell, they're all used-Gup has-beens FOut of the game E AmThis time I'll haGve the last word FYou hear what I say E AmI tried to seeG it your way FIt won't work today E AmYou just don't stCep inside to D14 years AmSo hard to keep Cmy own head...D That's what I say AmYou know... I've beCen the dealer... DHangin' on your street AmI was the dog.C.. DThey all tried to beatAmBut it's beenG 14 years of silence DIt's been 14 years of pain AmIt's been 14 years Gthat are gone forever D (Am G D)4x And I'll never have again(Solo)AmBullshit and conteGmplation FGossip's their tradeE AmIf they knew haGlf the real truth FWhat would they say E AmWell, I'm past the poinGt of concern FIt's time to play E AmThese last 4 yeGars of madness FSure put me straightEAmDon't get back 1C4 years DIn just one day AmSo hard to keep Cmy own head DJust go away AmYou know... Just likCe a hooker she said DNothin's for free AmOh, I tried to sCee it your way AmI tried to seCe it your wayGuns N´Roses – yesterdays Tuning:Eb 2x Rhythm Figure D C G5DYesterday there was Cso many things I was G5never told. DNow that I'm startin' to learn CI feel I'm G5growin' old. D Cadd2 G5 'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me. Old pictures that I'll always see. DTime just fades the pages in G5my book of memories.DPrayers in my pocketC and no hand in destiG5ny. DI'll keep movin' along with no Ctime to plaG5nt my feet. D Cadd2 'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me. G5Old pictures that I'll always see. DSome things could be better iG5f we'd just let them beChorusAOoh,____________ByestC5erday's________ got nothin' for G5me.__________ AYesterday's_____B___oC5oh,__ __________got nothin' for G5me.__________Chords for solo are Bm G Bm G Bm C#m D EDYesterday there wereC so many things I wasG5 never shown. DSuddenly this time I found I'm Con the streG5ets and I'm alone. D Cadd2 Yesterday's got nothin' for me. G5Old pictures that I'll always see. DI ain't got time to reminisceG5 old novelties.(chorus) Knockin' On Heaven's Door Tuning:Eb Tom: G Intro:(G D C)4xGMama take Dthis badge from Amme GI can't usDe it anymorCe GIt's getting dDark too dark to Amsee GFeels like I'm Dknockin' on heavens's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor G D C (G D C)4x Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door GMama put mDy guns in the groAmund GI can't shoot Dthem anymoreC GThat cold back cloDud is comin' dowAmn GFeels like I'm Dknockin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor G D C (G D C)8x Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor GKnock, knock, knoDckin' on heaven's doCor. GGet In The Ring Tom: Bb Tuning:Eb Intro:(Bb F Eb)6x BbBbWhy do you looFk at me EbWhen you hate me BbWhy should I looFk at you EbWhen you make me hate you too BbI sense a smeFll of retribuEbtion in the air BbI don't even unFderstand EbWhy the fuck you even care CAnd I don't need your jealously,F yeah CWhy drag me down in your miseFry Bb Eb Bb BbAnd when you staFre you don't think I feEbel it BbBut I'm gonna deFal it back to you in spaEbdes BbWhen I'm havin' fuFn ya know I can't concEbeal it Bb'Cause I know you'd neFver cut it in my gaEbme,oh no CAnd when you're talkin' about a vasectomyF, yeah CI'll be writin' down your obituaryF BbHistory! CYou got you bitches with the silicone injections EbCrystal meth and yeast infections BbBleached blond hair, collagen lip protections CWho are you to criticize my intentions EbGot your subtle manipulative devices BbJust like you I got my vices I got a thought that would be nice CI'd like to crush your head tight in my vice DPain!!D4! D C A G F C BbAnd that goes for all yoFu punks in the press EbThat want to start shit by printin' lies BbInstead of hte things we said That means you FAndy Secher at Hit Parader EbCircus Magazine Mick Wall at Kerrang BbBob Guccione JrF. at Spin What you piseed off EbCuz your dad gets more pussy than you? BbFuck you FSuck my fuckin' dick EbYou be rippin' off the fuckin' kids While they be payin' their hard earned CMoney to read about the bands They want to know about FPrintin' lies startin' controversy CYou wanta antagonize me Antagonize me, motherfucker FGet in the ring, motherfucker And I'll kick your bitch little ass BbPunk!C D DI don't like you, I just hate you GI'm gF#onnEa kick yoAur aDssC, oh yeah, oh yeah! CYou may not like our integrity,F yeah CWe built a world out of anarchFy, oh yeah Bb F Eb Bb F"And in this cEborner weighing in at 8Bb50 pounds: FGuns N'REboseBbs!&FquEbot; Bb F Eb (Bb F Eb)3x Get in the ring, get in the ring... BbYeah! This song is dedicated to all The Guns N'fuckin' Roses fans Who stuck with us through all the fuckin' shit And to all those opposed... Hum... Well...Shotgun Blues Tuning:Eb Tom:EEI goA/Et theD shotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DI said I doGn't know what I did DBut I know I gotta move EI goA/Et theD shotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DI can't wait hG/Dere forever DI got too much here to loseEAnd noA/Ew you're blowin' smoEke CI thiF/Cnk you're one big Cjoke AMe... I gotD/Ata lot ta leAarn BAnd I'm still waitin'E/B for the heads toB turn EYou sayA/E I walk a linEe CFuck tF/Chey move it everyE time AYou wD/Aalk a mile in my shoAes BAnd then you tellE/B me 'bout singin' the bluBes BYou get what you pay for AAnd freedom's real high priced BAnd while you're rippin' off children ASomebody's fuckin' your wife DIt's never made a difference EIt's only how you surviveEI goA/Et thDe shotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DI said I Gdon't know what I did DBut I know I gotta move EI gA/Eot thDe shotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DI can't wait hG/Dere forever DI got too much here to loseEAnd noA/Ew you ask me Ewhy CI saiF/Cd it's do or dCie AI'll stiD/Ack it right in your faAce BAnd then I'll put yoE/Bu BIn your motherfuckin' place EAnd you.A/E.. You can suck my Eass CAnd I think iF/Ct's so low cClass AMe... I'mD/A just so concernAed BI'm still waitin' foE/Br your ass to buBrn BOoooh, you want a confrontation AI'll give you every fuckin' chance BWith your verbal masturbation AMe... I just like to dance DHow's that for provocation EI'm just makin' a stance F#And I'm tireC#d of the frustation DOf living inside of your Elies F#And I'm wired onC# indignation D E F# A D F# E A F# A D F# E B I said somebody's got to die E A/E E C# F#/C# C# D G/D DEI goA/Et theD shotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DI said I donG't know what I did DBut I know I gotta move EI gA/Eot thDe shotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DI can't wait hG/Dere forever DI got too much here to lose EI gA/Eot thEe shotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DListen moG/Dtherfucker DYou're about to pay your dues EI gotA/E the Eshotgun blues C# F#/C# C# Shotgun blues DIf you'reG/D goin' up against me DThen you G/Dknow you're gonna lose DI kG/Dnow DI kG/Dnow (There's ways - That we - Can find) DI kG/Dnow DI kG/Dnow DYou think anyone with and I.Q. over fifteen (D C# B A)4x Would believe your shit... Fuckhead ENothing but a fuckin' pussyBreakdown Tom: D Tuning:Eb Intro: D G A G A D/F# G A DDWe all come in from the cold C9We come down from the wire G/BAnd everybody warms themselves A4To a different fire DWhen sometimes we get burned C9You'd think sometime we'd learned G/BThe one you love is the one A4That should take you higher GYou ain't got no one D/F#You beA/Etter go back out C9 G/B A4 D C9 G/B A G D/F# A/E D And find her (G D)2x DJust like children hidin' in a closet ACan't tell what's goin' on outside GSometimes we're so far off the beaten track DWe'll get a taken for a ride GBy a parlor trick or Asome words of wit D/F#A hidden hand up a Gsleeve To think that the one you love Could hurt you know AIs a little hard to believe But everybody darlin' sometimes A D G D G/D D G/D Bites the hand that feeds DWhen I look around AEverybody always brings me down GWell is it them or me well I just can't see DBut there ain't no peace to be found GBut if someone reAally cared D/F#Well, they'd take Gthe time to spare A moment to try and understand AAnother one's despair ARemember in this game we call life that no one DSaid iGt's fair DBreakdown GLet me hear it now DBreakdown Let me hear it now, yeah GBreakdown Let me hear it now, yeah AGet down with yo' bad self D C9 G/B A4 (D C9 G/B A4 G D/F# A/E)2x Alright DI've come to know the cold C9I think of