The Shins

New Slang(Cavaco chords)

The Shins

Key: C

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	        Intro:  
Am Em Am Em 
Am C F C G C Am G (4x) 
C (caidinha pro) Am 
 
Am               C              F         C         G          
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.  
      C            F            Am   G        
Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.  
Am           C        F          C           G          
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. 
      C       F            Am   G  
I was happier then with no mind-set.  

G C And if you'd 'a took to me like F C G A gull takes to the wind. G C Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree F C F C And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores F C G And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
Am C F C G New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. C F Am G Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Am C F Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, C G Never should have called C F Am G But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.
G C And if you'd 'a took to me like F C G A gull takes to the wind. G C Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree F C F C And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores F C G And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
SOLO 1:
h= hammer on
/= slide
p= pull off

E----0h3-0---------1-0--3/5-3-0-------0-----0-3-3/5-5-5-5-3-------
B--3-------3-1-0-1--------------3-1-3-----1-----------------------
G-----------------------------------------------------------------
D-----------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------


E--5-3-0-------0--------------------------------------------------
B--------3-1-3-------0-1---0-3-1----------------------------------
G------------------2-----0----------------------------------------
D------------------------------------2p0--------------------------
A----------------------------------------h3----3-2----------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------
Am C F C G God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, C F Am G And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. G C F C G I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. G C F C G Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? G C And if you'd 'a took to me like F C F C Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores F C G And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
SOLO 2:
E------0-------0-1-0-1-3-5-3---0-------0-0-1-0-1-3-5-3------------
B--0h1---3p1h3-------------------3p1h3----------------------------
G-----------------------------------------------------------------
D-----------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------


E------0----------------------------------------------------------
B--1-3---3-1-0---0-1----------------------------------------------
G--------------2--------------------------------------------------
D----------------------2p0----------------------------------------
A--------------------------3---3-2--------------------------------
E-----------------------------------------------------------------
Am C F C G C Am G (Finish on C) por: Christian Dechery e Bruno Freitas

Written by James Mercer

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