Bottle Rockets - Blind
C F (Fm?)
There was a lonely guy he always wondered why
He couldnt catch the g[C]irls whod catches his e[G]ye[G7]
C F (Fm?)
The ones that turned to him they never turned him on
They all seemed so [C]plain[G] they all seemed so [C]wrong
Well theres two young lovers there the best of friends
Got everything in common except the color of their skin
They hate to think about it but they cant ignore
Her family lets him in but leaves the welcome at the door
Chorus
If everyone was [F]blind would we be surpr[C]ised
At [G]who become important in our l[C]ives[C7]
Our own two [F]eyes can be our [C]own worst [C/B]enemey[Am]
If we all where [C]blind[G] I wonder what we [C]see
There the American Idol in that limousine
Shes got the sold out shows the clothes the body so young and lean
Well shes the total package except for just one thing
She ain't got much talent no she can barely sing
Repeat Chorus 2X then fade out
I am not sure about the Fm's
They sound good when I play it though I don't hear them on the recording
C F (Fm?)
There was a lonely guy he always wondered why
He couldnt catch the g[C]irls whod catches his e[G]ye[G7]
C F (Fm?)
The ones that turned to him they never turned him on
They all seemed so [C]plain[G] they all seemed so [C]wrong
Well theres two young lovers there the best of friends
Got everything in common except the color of their skin
They hate to think about it but they cant ignore
Her family lets him in but leaves the welcome at the door
Chorus
If everyone was [F]blind would we be surpr[C]ised
At [G]who become important in our l[C]ives[C7]
Our own two [F]eyes can be our [C]own worst [C/B]enemey[Am]
If we all where [C]blind[G] I wonder what we [C]see
There the American Idol in that limousine
Shes got the sold out shows the clothes the body so young and lean
Well shes the total package except for just one thing
She ain't got much talent no she can barely sing
Repeat Chorus 2X then fade out
I am not sure about the Fm's
They sound good when I play it though I don't hear them on the recording