Jesus Stole My Baby

The Fratellis

Tom: C
Capotraste na 2ª casa

(capo 2ª casa)

G     F        G     F
Jesus stole my baby
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Jesus stole my girl
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He took her away for an hour every Sunday
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And cut all of her beautiful curls

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She was always easy
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Seven days of the week
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Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
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She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique

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Said that she just wants to save me
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Said you can't go on the way that you are
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She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
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Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar

( F   G   D )   (3x)

F   G             D    F          G       D
       And it's a long time since she was mine,
   F       G    D
Pretending I am fine
F       G      F          B7        A
Another simple boy on the telephone line
           D      F      G         D
And though she is living here with me
    F      G     D
I'm aching to be free
    F        G      F        B7     A
She takes it all so god damn seriously

( G   F )  (4x)

          G              F             G          F
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
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But she might as well be locked up in chains
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When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
    Dm               C          D
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains

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Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
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I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
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I'd ask him to send home my baby again
           Dm             C               D
So she can see what kinda state I've been in

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Jesus stole my baby
   G     F              G     F
So maybe I should steal his
    G          F
She used to be mine
             G          F
Now she's so dull and divine
           Dm                  C           D
May not be nice but that's the way that it is

( F   G   D )   (3x)

F   G           D    F     G        D
        And I'm lost here among the clowns
F     G      D
Jesus men in gowns
    F       G   F      B7       A
All sandals and out of tune guitars
        D        F    G    D
And she talks in terrified tones
   F    G   D
Of skeleton bones
F         G         F       B7   A
Screaming through a mangled microphone

F   G             D    F          G       D
       And it's a long time since she was mine,
   F       G    D
Pretending I am fine
F       G      F          B7        A
Another simple boy on the telephone line
           D      F      G         D
And though she is living here with me
    F      G     D
I'm aching to be free
    F        G      F        B7     A
She takes it all so god damn seriously

( A ) (2x)
( B7   G )
Dm   C   G  (til fade)