Song Title: Pockets of my Jeans
Artist: Koos Kombuis
Tabbed By: Alex B Broadway
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Intro:
G C D C x 3
[G]I saw you turn the [C]other cheek and [D]smile.[C]
[G]I saw my father wal[C]k that lonely mi[D]le.[C]
[G]I saw a girl with a[C] guitar at the c[D]rack of [C]dawn.
[G]I saw a beggar sitting in the c[C]old with just an [D]old Nirvana [C]T-Shirt on.
G C D C x 2
[G]I saw the flames of [C]Jupiter [D]reach across the [C]sky.
[G]I saw a preacher selling [C]expensive lies, and didnt [D]bother to ask him w[C]hy.
[G]I saw four young men from [C]nowhere change the [D]world with yeah, yeah, yeah.[C]
[G]I saw blood against the [C]window of a [D]florist shop [C]somewhere.
G C D C x 2
[Em]There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what do or say,
[G]I'm scared of [D]thinking what it [C]means
[Em]I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought these pictures home to you
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [C]my jeans
G C D C x 2
[G]I heard the winter's [C]first and only [D]snowflake [C]fall.
[G]I heard the sound of rustling [C]skirts like Degas [D]sketches in a [C]mall
[G]I heard the whisper of the [C]traffic in a [D]hubcap down on [C]second beach.
[G]I heard the crying of [C]discarded kids, [D]somewhere desperately [C]out of reach.
[G]I heard the bells of freedom [C]chime for [D]black South [C]Africa
[G]I heard Americans talk like [C]Americans, pretending to be [C]Americans, [D]
everywhere, even in America
[Em]Theres so many things I heard today, I don't know what to do or say.
[G]I'm scared of[D] thinking what it[C] means
[Em]I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought their soundtrack back
to you
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [C]my jeans
G C D C x 4
[G]I know the end is [C]coming, and it [D]doesnt matter [C]when.
[G]I know the end is a [C]beginning, it [D]happens ever now and [C]then.
[G]Worlds collide and [C]tears [D]explode.[C]
[G]Our songs are S.O.[C]S. percussion [D]messages in [C]Morse code
[G]I know the kids can [C]hear me, there's [D]nothing to [C]explain
[G]I hear murmurs of [C]disapproval, but they won't [D]make me change my n[C]ame again
G C D C x 2
[Em]So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; I'll sing it out.
[G]We don't need no one to [C]tell us what it [D]means[C]
[Em]I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to show them to
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of your [Em]jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of your [Em]jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of our [C]jeans
G C D C x 2
Artist: Koos Kombuis
Tabbed By: Alex B Broadway
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Intro:
G C D C x 3
[G]I saw you turn the [C]other cheek and [D]smile.[C]
[G]I saw my father wal[C]k that lonely mi[D]le.[C]
[G]I saw a girl with a[C] guitar at the c[D]rack of [C]dawn.
[G]I saw a beggar sitting in the c[C]old with just an [D]old Nirvana [C]T-Shirt on.
G C D C x 2
[G]I saw the flames of [C]Jupiter [D]reach across the [C]sky.
[G]I saw a preacher selling [C]expensive lies, and didnt [D]bother to ask him w[C]hy.
[G]I saw four young men from [C]nowhere change the [D]world with yeah, yeah, yeah.[C]
[G]I saw blood against the [C]window of a [D]florist shop [C]somewhere.
G C D C x 2
[Em]There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what do or say,
[G]I'm scared of [D]thinking what it [C]means
[Em]I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought these pictures home to you
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [C]my jeans
G C D C x 2
[G]I heard the winter's [C]first and only [D]snowflake [C]fall.
[G]I heard the sound of rustling [C]skirts like Degas [D]sketches in a [C]mall
[G]I heard the whisper of the [C]traffic in a [D]hubcap down on [C]second beach.
[G]I heard the crying of [C]discarded kids, [D]somewhere desperately [C]out of reach.
[G]I heard the bells of freedom [C]chime for [D]black South [C]Africa
[G]I heard Americans talk like [C]Americans, pretending to be [C]Americans, [D]
everywhere, even in America
[Em]Theres so many things I heard today, I don't know what to do or say.
[G]I'm scared of[D] thinking what it[C] means
[Em]I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought their soundtrack back
to you
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [Em]my jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of [C]my jeans
G C D C x 4
[G]I know the end is [C]coming, and it [D]doesnt matter [C]when.
[G]I know the end is a [C]beginning, it [D]happens ever now and [C]then.
[G]Worlds collide and [C]tears [D]explode.[C]
[G]Our songs are S.O.[C]S. percussion [D]messages in [C]Morse code
[G]I know the kids can [C]hear me, there's [D]nothing to [C]explain
[G]I hear murmurs of [C]disapproval, but they won't [D]make me change my n[C]ame again
G C D C x 2
[Em]So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; I'll sing it out.
[G]We don't need no one to [C]tell us what it [D]means[C]
[Em]I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to show them to
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of your [Em]jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of your [Em]jeans
[G]Stuffed in the [D]pockets of our [C]jeans
G C D C x 2
