Call To Arms chords - Sturgill Simpson

Sturgill Simpson Lyrics






As far as chords go, this entire song is just a jam in E. I'll include the tab for the horn section
but just jam with boogie woogie blues riffs in E throughout the entire song.

The riff is working around something this but he's just in the studio jamming so it's all over the place.
e|-------------(0)-----------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------(0)-----------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------2------------------------------------------------------------|
A|----4-2--4--2----4-2---5-5-4-2---------------------------------------------|
E|--0----------------------------0-------------------------------------------|


E the entire time!
I done Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran
North Korea tell me where does it end?
Well the bodies keep piling up with every day
How many more are they gonna send

Well they send their sons and daughters off to die for some oil
and to control the heroin
Well son I hope you don’t grow up
Believing that you’ve got to be a puppet to be a man

Well they cut off your hair and put a badge on your arm
Strip you of your identity
Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line
Meet your maker overseas

Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat while your grandma’s selling pills stat
Meanwhile, I’m wearing my ‘can’t pay my fucking bills’ hat

Nobody’s looking up to care about a drone
All too busy looking down at our phone
Our ego’s begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively until our eyes start to bleed
They serve up distractions and we eat them with fries
Until the bombs fall out of our fucking skies

Horn interlude
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--12--------------12-12--------------------12-----------12-----------------|
D|------14-12-14-12-------14------12-13-14-------14-12-14----------12-13-14--|
A|-----------------------------14-------------------------------14-----------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|

Solo (guitar and piano)

Turn off the TV
Turn off the news
Nothing to see here
They’re serving the blues
Bullshit on my TV
Bullshit on my radio
Hollywood telling me how to be me
The bullshit’s got to go
   


As far as chords go, this entire song is just a jam in E. I'll include the tab for the horn section
but just jam with boogie woogie blues riffs in E throughout the entire song.

The riff is working around something this but he's just in the studio jamming so it's all over the place.
e|-------------(0)-----------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------(0)-----------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------2------------------------------------------------------------|
A|----4-2--4--2----4-2---5-5-4-2---------------------------------------------|
E|--0----------------------------0-------------------------------------------|


E the entire time!
I done Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, and Iran
North Korea tell me where does it end?
Well the bodies keep piling up with every day
How many more are they gonna send

Well they send their sons and daughters off to die for some oil
and to control the heroin
Well son I hope you don’t grow up
Believing that you’ve got to be a puppet to be a man

Well they cut off your hair and put a badge on your arm
Strip you of your identity
Tell you to keep your mouth shut boy and get in the line
Meet your maker overseas

Wearing that Kim Jong-il hat while your grandma’s selling pills stat
Meanwhile, I’m wearing my ‘can’t pay my fucking bills’ hat

Nobody’s looking up to care about a drone
All too busy looking down at our phone
Our ego’s begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively until our eyes start to bleed
They serve up distractions and we eat them with fries
Until the bombs fall out of our fucking skies

Horn interlude
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--12--------------12-12--------------------12-----------12-----------------|
D|------14-12-14-12-------14------12-13-14-------14-12-14----------12-13-14--|
A|-----------------------------14-------------------------------14-----------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|

Solo (guitar and piano)

Turn off the TV
Turn off the news
Nothing to see here
They’re serving the blues
Bullshit on my TV
Bullshit on my radio
Hollywood telling me how to be me
The bullshit’s got to go