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Trash Day ukulele

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Artist: Butch Walker
Track: Trash Day
Album: I Liked You Better When You Had No Heart

Comments/feedback/corrections welcome - darthsylly AT hotmail.com

Standard tuning

Note: when playing the G chord at the start of the G,C,D,G pattern you can hammer
on the third fret of the low E like this:

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--0h3--|


Riff (played on the verse after the middle-8 "Trash day in Atlanta GA...")

--3-----2-----3-2-3-----2-----3-2--|
----3-----3---------3-----3--------|
------0-----0---------0-----0------|
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-----------------------------------| repeat round and round

Intro:
F, F, G, F

F     F      G       F
Trash day in Beverly Hills,
                   F                 G            F
All the sad little mommas with their happy little pills,
                    F                 G             F
That flirt with the lawn boys as they clean out the pools,
                  F                G           F
While the Mexican nannies take the children to school.
        Dm                G
There's so much to be and nothing to do,
    F           G           F    F G F
How did it ever end up that way.


F     F      G                F
Trash day in Nashville, Tennessee,
           F            G          F
No-one can smell this religion but me.
            F             G               F
I see it in hairstyles of young Christian men,
                      F             G             F
That drink, smoke and fuck like the world's gonna end.
    Dm                         G
And Sunday will come and we'll all just pretend
        F            G             F    F G F
That it never really happened that way,
                   F G F
happened that way,
                   F G F
happened that way,
                   F G F
happened that way.

      F                 F
I can tell a lie by the way that you walk,
          F                           F
and I can hear the confessions in the way you talk,
    F                           F        G      Am
and all the little actions that give yourself away,
             D                        F                   (riff)
So lie still don't talk, don't breathe, I'll be over soon.


F     F      G        F
Trash day in Atlanta GA,
                   F                G           F
I can hear the sanitary trucks from two miles away.
               F               G           F
I've said everything that this town has to say,
                        F                G           F
Won't you bring me your waste and let me throw them away.
Dm                   G
Maybe I was wrong to call your heart a spade,
      F              G           F    F G F
But I wish it didn't happen that way,
                 F G F
happen that way,
                 F G F
happen that way,
                 F G F
happen that way.


F F G F
Ahhh...

            
            
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