The Milk Carton Kids - I Still Want a Little More 


         B                          A                 E  
Did you ever think the earth would shake for me once more? 
           B                              A             E 
I want to see the sky light up over this city left for poor 
C#m                    F#                        B 
Everybody's screaming; no one here can ask what for 

       A                     B 
And I just can't shake this feeling 

            A        E    B       C#m 
That we're outta luck and nothing more 
  A            E   B    C#m 
A pound of dust, a holy war 
  G#            C#m    B     F# 
A photograph, I begged and I swore 
    A              B           E 
But I still want a little more 

         B                              A                 E  
Run the luck out of this town a bucking crown ain't no disguise 
    B                                A            E  
I'm left to stop the bleeding with a hope to re-a-lize 
   C#m                   F#                      B 
My misery is teeming; my heart could be stealing yours 

       A                     B 
And I just can't shake this feeling 

            A        E    B       C#m 
That we're outta luck and nothing more 
  A            E   B    C#m 
A pound of dust, a holy war 
  G#            C#m    B     F# 
A photograph, I begged and I swore 
    A              B           E 
But I still want a little more 

{Solo} Same as Verse 

      A                     B 
And I just can't shake this feeling 

            A        E    B       C#m 
That we're outta luck and nothing more 
  A            E   B    C#m 
A pound of dust, a holy war 
  G#            C#m    B     F# 
A photograph, I begged and I swore 
    A              B           E 
But I still want a little more 

      B                                 A                     E  
It's okay to tear the pictures from the frames that hold them still 
B                            A                  E  
Rattle all the cages, gather enemies on Capitol Hill 
C#m              F#                 B7 
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill 

      A                     B 
And I just can't shake this feeling 

           A         E    B       C#m 
That we're outta luck and nothing more 
  A            E   B    C#m 
A pound of dust, a holy war 
  G#            C#m    B     F# 
A photograph, I begged and I swore 
    A              B           C#m   F# 
But I still want a little more 
     A              B           E 
Yeah I still want a little more