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West Coast ukulele

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There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
{I'm not certain if this is the chord prog that The Neighbourhood uses but I know the song sounds nice
on the uke this way.

Do ONE strum down for every note you see. (This is how I started, then I started doing strum variations)}

[Intro]

C C Dm Am Am


[Verse 1]

               C                            C        Dm
Me, I'm from a different type of left land, old wild west land
Am                          Am
Nosebleeds, palm trees, and tumbleweeds rustling
C                           C                Dm
...Outsiders say it's happy here, but it's depressing
Am                       Am
...Too many pretty faces catching my attention
     C                      C           Dm
So I look at them, remind myself in the smudged glass
     Am                           Am
That pretty isn't everything, you punk ass.
               C                             C        Dm
Always hard to see past the surface, when it looks so perfect
        Am                         Am
But our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose, you listening?

C                  C         Dm
...I grew up here. under the sun.
         Am                       Am
In grade school I was the odd one out of the bunch
            C                         C        Dm
And I don't mean I was the kid to eat bugs for lunch,
          Am                               Am
I was the one who wasn't coming from where they're coming from, uh
C                          C              Dm         Am                          Am
...I speak poetically, and never pride my ignorance, but this California shit is rigorous
              C                        C
They say it's happy here, happiness is figurative,
    Dm              Am                           Am
I'm happy 'cause of me, doesn't matter where I'm living in

              C            C Dm Am Am
Matter where, matter where
              C            C Dm Am Am
Matter where, matter where


[Chorus]

       Am      Am   Dm     Am         Am
If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith,
       Am            Am     Dm     Am         Am
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate
C      C  Dm   Am            Am
...I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame
C      C  Dm   Am            Am  
...I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame


[Verse 2]

           C                     C           Dm
I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked still sweating
Am                    Am
Slept in late so everybody else is ready
   C      
My friend called up, he said,
C          Dm          Am               Am
"Hurry up, buddy, it's almost sundown already."
            C                     C
So I hopped up, I went and washed up,
  Dm         Am                      Am
I ate some pasta, then I gave my mom hugs
                     C                   C           Dm
And then I thought, "Uh, it's gonna be a pretty nice night."
    Am                       Am
But pretty isn't everything, right?

             C                   C
Golden state mind, I'm taking my time
Dm          Am                        Am
Plain white shirt, and a skinny black tie
           C                      C
My top let down when I get picked up
Dm  Am            Am
P.C.H. so California
                C                C         Dm
Maybe they were right; happiness is a warm gun
      Am                          Am
But before you shoot, please warn us
            C        C               Dm
Life is too fun. California will you marry me?
    Am                        Am                       C C Dm
Let God be the sun and in the ocean they shall bury me

Am                     Am C C Dm
God be the, God be the
Am                     Am
God be the, God be the


[Chorus]

       Am      Am   Dm     Am         Am
If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith,
       Am            Am     Dm     Am         Am
If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate
C      C  Dm   Am            Am
...I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame
C      C  Dm   Am            Am  
...I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame
C      C  Dm   Am            Am
...I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame
C      C  Dm   Am            Am  
...I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame

            
            
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