Popafangout

Intro 
A 
Asus4 Asus4/B 
Asus4/B  E7sus4/B E7 


[Verso 1]
 
A 
Oh, Popafangout 
Asus4     Asus4/B                      E7sus4/B E7 
She don't know   what you're shouting out 

A 
Oh, Popafangout 
Asus4             Asus4/B                E7sus/B E7 
It's all on your toes what you're made of 
 


[Refrão]
 
   C#m                A 
All the Silvertone creep 
D          Amaj7       Asus/F#  Amaj7 
Sludging around on the Puget    sound 
  C#m                  A 
Oh, what it means to me 
      Bm                                 E7sus4/B E7 
Well, I'll never know what you're made of 
 


[Pós-Refrão]
 
A 
I was walking by the pound 
Asus4  Asus4/B                  E7sus4/B E7 
Didn't stop   to read you aloud 
A 
And I chipped my tongue in the mud 
Asus4     Asus4/B                  E7sus4/B E7 
"Play guitar boy, bring them around" 
 


[Verso 2]
 
A 
Oh, Popafangout 
Asus4      Asus4/B                      E7sus/B E7 
She don't know   what you're shouting out 

A 
Oh, Popafangout 
Asus4             Asus4/B                 E7sus/B 
It's all on your toes what you're made of 
 


[Ponte]
 
        A 
You know all color's in the cloud 
Asus    Asus/B                       E7sus/B E7 
An ocean liner with the striped pant on 
A 
Your face will fade from the crowd 
         Asus4         Asus4/B                  E7 
When the clock strikes one, I'll read you aloud  

{Solo} 
A 
Asus4 Asus4/B 
Asus4/B  E7sus4/B E7 
A 
A 
D A 
D E 



[Refrão]
 
   C#m                A 
All the Silvertone creep 
D          Amaj7       Asus/F#  Amaj7 
Sludging around on the Puget    sound 
  C#m                  A 
Oh, what it means to me 
      Bm                          E7sus4/B E7 
Well, I'll never know what you're made of 
 


[Verso 3]
 
N.C. 
Oh Popafangout 
She don't know what you're shouting out 
Oh Popafangout 
It's all on your toes 
What you're made of 
 


[Verso 4]
 
A 
Oh, Popafangout 
Asus4     Asus4/B                      E7sus4/B E7 
She don't know   what you're shouting out 

A 
Oh, Popafangout 
Asus4            Asus4/B                E7 
It's all on your toes what you're made of