Kid Rock God Save Rock And Roll Ukulele chords

God Save Rock And Roll Ukulele by Kid Rock

Kid Rock � God Save Rock N Roll Lyrics

Intro (G)

G
Boy next door not too complacent
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement
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He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin

No mama to assure his situation
A misfit piss poor education
He talked a big game but never could seem to win

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And southwest Detroit ain�t a place to talk no trash
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You can throw some dap but it�s best not to flash no cash
You grow up quick, fightin� for the upper end of lower class
And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll

G
He got a four-piece band for his graduation
A second hand van and they toured the nation
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But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long

They headed out west to find salvation
But the Sunset Strip�s a big temptation
The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song

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But east LA ain�t a place to talk no trash
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You can play for tips but how long can that life last
You grow up quick, writin� checks your ass can�t cash
And sometimes ya feel like life�s movin� way too fast
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll

          C                         G
Yeah God, save rock n roll
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If you could find a way I swear I won�t sell my soul
Hey God, save rock roll
Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll

Solo: (C-G-D-C-G)

           G
He got pegged to be the next sensation
A big fat check for his aggravation
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And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills

His songs played strong on every station
And MTV in full rotation
And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles

He sold his soul it was fabrication
Found success but lost his patience
Cuz livin� on the road ain�t all it�s cracked up to be

He got dropped in the middle of consolidation
His wife took half and then taxation
Left him right back at the alter on his knees

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And southwest Detroit ain�t a place to talk no trash
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Hey mister big shot, how�s it feel to be back?
Yeah you made it, became a member of the upper class
Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass
Hey there young man, I bet ya never thought you�d get this old
           D
I�m still tryin� to be, I�m still singin� in key, I�m still livin� free
     C                                                   G
So fuck you all I said long live rock n roll!