Intro: C#  C#  F#  C#  F# C# 


Verse 

C# 
On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived 
    F#                      C# 
The same old trees scraping innocent knees since our grandparents were kids 
C# 
You were born in a terrible storm and your ma said it's a sign 
       F#                       C# 
You're never at peace with your bed facing east and your itchy feet like mine 


[Refrão]

     G#m                       F#             C# 
We should change our names and go for guts and glory 
      G#m             F#                  C# 
Never cut our hair or give a care if we're right 
               B             F#                          C# 
'Cause they've got us by the throat, they've got us on a tight-rope 
        B                               F#                            C# 
You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes (Uh oh!) 

Bridge  C# , C# , F# , C# , F# , C# 

Verse 

C# 
Some need like the trunk of a tree to accumulate alone 
    F#           C# 
And in time grow ripe on the vine and I think we might belong 
C# 
On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived 
   F#                        C# 
We scrape our knees climbing innocent trees like our father's fathers did 


[Refrão]
 
     G#m                       F#               C# 
We should change our names and go for guts and glory 
      G#m             F#                  C# 
Never cut our hair or give a care if we're right 
               B             F#                         C# 
'Cause they've got us by the throat, the've got us on a tight-rope 
        B                               F#                            C# 
You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes 
        B                               F#                            C# 
You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes