Dawes A Little Bit Of Everything (ver 3) chords

A Little Bit Of Everything (ver 3) by Dawes

CAPO 5


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With his back against the san francisco traffic
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On the bridges side that faces towards the jail
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Setting out to join a demographic, 
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He hoists his first leg up over the rail.

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And a phone call is made, Police cars show up quickly.
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The sergeant slams his passenger door. 
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He says, Hey son why dont you talk through this with me, 
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Just tell me what youre doing it for.

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Oh, its a little bit of everything, 
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Its the mountains, Its the fog,
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Its the news at six oclock, Its the death of my first dog,
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Its the angels up above me,
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Its the song that they dont sing,
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Its a little bit of everything.

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An older man stands in a buffet line,
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He is smiling and holding out his plate,
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And the further he looks back into his timeline,
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That hard road always had led him to today,

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And making up for when his bright future had left him,
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Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
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And letting everything out once, His server asks him,
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Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?

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I want a little bit of everything,
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The biscuits and the beans,
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Whatever helps me to forget about The things that brought me to my knees,
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So pile on those mashed potatoes,
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And an extra chicken wing,
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Im having a little bit of everything.

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Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
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To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
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Her man says, Baby, can I make an observation?
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You dont seem to be having any fun at all.
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She said, You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
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And rest assured that this is making me feel good,
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I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
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If you can give yourself to someone, Then you should.

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Cause its a little bit of everything,
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The way you choke, the way you ache,
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It is waking up before you, So I can watch you as you wake.
          C           F
So in the day in late September,
            C              Am
Its not some stupid little ring,
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Im giving a little bit of everything.

Am                       C
Oh, its a little bit of everything,
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Its the matador and the bull,
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Its the suggested daily dosage, It is the red moon when its full.
          C                  F
All these psychics and these doctors,
           C                   Am
Theyre all right and theyre all wrong,
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Its like trying to make out every word, When they should simply hum along,
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Its not some message written in the dark,
        C                  Am
Or some truth that no ones seen,
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Its a little bit of everything.