Beck - Heartland Feelings - аккорды

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Subject: heartland_feelings.crd

Song: "Heartland Feelings"
Artist:  Beck
From: Golden Feelings (Sonic Enemy)
Transcribed By: Jarrett Frankel (jfrankel@intr.net)
with much help from John McCain.
Date: July 26, 1995

Here's a sprawling yet immensely jolly epic from the current "Slack
Laureate" of these United States: Beck. If you liked "Mexico", this one's
for you. You can hear this cut on his cassette-only release from a few
years back, Golden Feelings, released on the independent label Sonic Enemy.
This will have to do until the new DGC album hits the streets, huh? By the
way, I've placed the chords over the lyric that marks the progression.
However, the last time I uploaded a file to Nevada, things shifted out of
place. Beware and enjoy.

Spoken word intro:
What we're talking about here is kind of a...it's a...Heartland Feeling.
Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen-feeling.
Ok. What you gotta get together is a Heartland folk singer:
John Couger Mellencamp, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seeger;
That type of feeling: a Mellen-feeling.
You know, a real powerful, approving music
Of a Heartland quality, just powerful straight-forward music.
And if you can't get just the right type of feeling
Find someone who will pass and change them.

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Old Man Johnson got his head in his hand


Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band

               Am
With his hair all down in his eyes

                  C
And the microphone all covered with flies.


When he gets done playin' goes back to his room


Climbs into bed in his cowboy boots

                Am
And he picks up a magazine turns on the TV

C
Lights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep.

                  F        C        Am
Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.

              F              C      Am(let ring)
Yeah nothing happenin'...that's about it.


C
Yeah......

C
Well, little Rosanna came from Texarkana


Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana.

Am
Came into town not lookin' for much

                  C
Well she found a hound dog and she named him "Dutch."


She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters


But she was never too good at takin' orders

           Am
So one night she stopped givin' out change

        C
She kicked the boss in the chin and unplugged the games.

         F              C       Am
She's only a person...who doesn't know shit.

F           C             Am(let ring)
Nothin' happenin'...That's about it.

C
Ooh, ooh.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.


C
Sam got canned at the cannery


He punched out the clock that night.

    Am
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home,

            C
He was cold and he had a headache.


Well his wife was cookin' canned beans,


He took out all the money out of his jeans

              Am
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink

           C
As his wife handed him a drink.

        F                 C       Am
He was only a person...who didn't know shit.

  F          C           Am(let ring)
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.

        C
Uh, yeah, oh.  Wooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...


C
Smiley was lookin' for handouts


sleepin' in a abandoned lighthouse.

Am
Down at the mini-mall shakin' his hat

C
Washin' windows with his bare hand.


He found a sports car with the keys


In the ignition it just seemed so easy.

  Am
He took a joyride drove into a hedge

C
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head.

          F               C           Am
Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.

F               C        Am(let ring)
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.

C
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah.


C
Well Jane was born in a small town


Everybody just standing around.

                 Am
They had bingo games and a raffle,

C
everybody chewin' tobacco.


Well she grew up kinda restless


All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists(dead-ass?).

     Am
And she got a job at the truck stop

                   C
And she got all fast and never did what she wanted

               F             C         Am
And she's only a person...who doesn't know shit.

    F              C        Am(let ring)
Nothing happenin'...that's about it.

C
Yeah, yeah, yo...


Oh yeah...oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.


Woo, ooh, ooh....
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