Припев: G F The Big Three killed my baby G F No money in my hand again G F The Big Three killed my baby G F Nobody's coming home again G Their ideas make me wanna spit F А hundred dollars goes down the pit G Thirty-thousand wheels are rollin' F And my stick shift hands are swollen G Everything involved is shady F G The Big Three killed my baby! F G F Yeah, yeah yeah! Припев Why don't you take the day off and try to repair А billion others don't seem to care Better ideas are stuck in the mud The motor's runnin' on Tucker's` blood Don't let 'em tell you the future's electric A# 'Cause gasoline's not measured in metric H Thirty-thousand wheels are spinnin' C And oil company faces are grinnin' C# Now my hands are turnin' red D G And I found out my baby is dead! F G F Yeah, yeah yeah! Припев Well I've said it now, nothing's changed People are burnin' for pocket change And creative minds are lazy And the Big Three killed baby! Yeah yeah yeah! G F And my baby's my common sense G F So don't feed me planned obsolescence G F Yeah my baby's my common sense G F So don't feed me planned obsolescence (yeah!) G F F# G I'm about to have another blow-up! G F F# G I'm about to have another blow-up! Подобрать аккорды без баррэ | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA# C C# D F F# G H |