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Artist: Nerd Herder
Song: Sportsman Bar
Album: My E.P.
Intro: (Done with open chords)
A A E A
There's a place on Figueroa Street,
D A B E
Where you can always gooooo
A E A
Smiling faces you might meet,
D A
Whoa! All Hail,
E A
The Sportsman Bar
D A
Whoa! All Hail,
E A
The Sportsman Bar
(Rest of the song is power chords)
Verse 1:
A5
The trophies on the mantel
E5 A5
Are covered with dust,
D5 A5 G5 E5
And the pretzels are from nineteen eighty-twooooo.
A5 E5
The soda from the bar
A5 D5
Tastes just like rust,
A5 E5
Nobody cares! All Hail
A5
The Sportsman Bar
D5 A5
Whoa! All Hail,
E5 A5 (Hold)
The Sportsman Bar
Pre Chorus 1:
D5
There's Mike Green,
A5
He's fallen to his knees,
D5
He's mumbling 'bout the
A5 E5
State Street rock and roooolllllll
D5
They took away the booths,
A5 B5
But unless they take the roof
D5 E5
We will see you again here tomorrow!
Solo:
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D-------------------------------------------------------|
A---0-0-2-4-2-0---7-7-7-9-7-0---9-7-5-7-0---4-5-4-2-4-2-|
E-------------------------------------------------------|
E--------------------------------------------------|
B--------------------------------------------------|
G--------------------------------------------------|
D--------------------------------------------------|
A---0-0-2-4-2-0---7-7-7-9-7-0---9-7-5-7-0---4--2-0-|
E--------------------------------------------------|
D5 A5
Whoa! All hail,
E5 A5
the sportsman bar!
Verse 2:
Say a prayer for friends
Who passed away,
Say a prayer for the lurkers
And the losers
And to all you bastards
That moved out of town,
We'll see you at Thanksgiving
At the Sportsman Bar
Whoa! All Hail,
The Sportsman Bar
Pre Chorus 2:
Ned's our man,
With his Pabst Blue Ribbon can,
Uh-oh, he's looking for a fight!
He'll punch you in the face,
But it's your kind of place
So we'll see you again here tomorrow!
A5 E5 A5 D5
Everybody's drunk! Everybody's drunk! x3
A5 E5 D5 A5
Whoa! All Hail, The Sportsman Bar
(Final time do this)
D5 E5 A5
Sports-man Baaaar!
