Intro:
E B x2
Verso 1:
E B A B
Years of living blood to string
E B A B
Years of living hand to mouth
E B A B
Years just getting gig to gig
E B A B
East to West, North to South
E B A B
Well he could have been making a killing
E B A B
Peddling the Dream
E B A B
But if you found him at all you found him just scraping
E B A B
A living blood to string
E B A B
So sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ’Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Verso 2:
E B A B
He broke free from the way they raised him
E B A B
He knows a heart is hell enough and never full
E B A B
He never sang that music would save him
E B A B
Knows never trust an evangelical
E B A B
He’d say ’You wanna know what true love feels like?
E B A B
It’s the next best thing to death
E B A B
Feels like after an elbowed windpipe
E B A B
Just before the next breathâ?�
E B A B
Just before your next breath - So with your next breath
E B A B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ’Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is
Bridge:
C#m E
But at night he can hear the fireworks
A E
From his tunnel underground
C#m E
And he’s carved himself a little crawlspace
A E
Just to lay his body down
A F#m
To fade out of sound
A B E
To the thunder under town
E B A B
Sing a song for the no hit wonder
A E B
Though it isn’t one of his
E B A B
He’d sing ’Shovel me under
E B A B (C#m) E
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is