Dawes - A little bit of everything

^CWith his back against ^Fthe san francisco ^Ctraffic ^Em/GOn the bridges side that faces towards the^C jail ^AmSetting out t^Go join a demographi^Fc, ^CHe hoists his firs^Ft leg up over the r^Cail.

^CAnd a phone call is made, ^FPolice cars show up ^Cquickly. ^Em/GThe sergeant slams his passenger ^Cdoor. He says, ^AmHey son why dont you ^Gtalk through this ^Fwith me, ^CJust tell me what youre^F doing it f^Cor.

^AmOh, its a little bit of e^Cverything, ^AmIts the mountains, ^Em/GIts the fog, ^AmIts the news at six oc^Clock, Its the ^Gdeath of my first dog, ^CIts the angels up abov^Fe me, ^CIts the song that they don^Amt sing, ^Em/GIts a little ^Gbit of everyth^Cing.

^CAn older man ^Fstands in a b^Cuffet line, ^Em/GHe is smiling and holding out his ^Cplate, ^AmAnd the further he looks ^Gback into his ^Ftimeline, ^CThat hard road always h^Fad led him to ^Ctoday,

^CAnd making up for when his^F bright future had l^Ceft him, ^Em/GMaking up for the fact that his only son is ^Cgone, And ^Amletting everything out^G once, His server a^Fsks him, Have you f^Cigured out yet, ^Fwhat it is you w^Cant?

^AmI want a little bit of ^Ceverything, ^AmThe biscuits and the ^Em/Gbeans, Whatever ^Amhelps me to fo^Crget about The things that ^Gbrought me to my knees, So pile ^Con those mashed ^Fpotatoes, And an ^Cextra chicken ^Amwing, ^Em/GIm having a l^Gittle bit of ^Ceverything.

^CSomewhere a pretty girl is ^Fwriting ^Cinvitations, ^Em/GTo a wedding she has scheduled for the ^Cfall, Her man says, ^AmBaby, can I ^Gmake an o^Fbservation? ^CYou dont seem to be having^F any fun at a^Cll. She said, You^C just worry about your ^Fgroomsmen and your s^Chirt-size, ^Em/GAnd rest assured that this is making me feel ^Cgood, I think that ^Amlove is so much ^Geasier than you ^Frealize, ^CIf you can give yourself to ^Fsomeone, Then you^C should.

^AmCause its a little bit of ^Ceverything, ^AmThe way you choke, the way you^Em/G ache, It is ^Amwaking up before ^Cyou, So I can ^Gwatch you as you wake. So in the ^Cday in late ^FSeptember, Its not some^C stupid little ^Amring, ^Em/GIm giving a ^Glittle bit of ^Ceverything.

^AmOh, its a little bit of e^Cverything, ^AmIts the matador and the^Em/G bull, Its the ^Amsuggested daily d^Cosage, It is the r^Ged moon when its full. All these ^Cpsychics and these ^Fdoctors, Theyre all ^Cright and theyre all^Am wrong, Its like ^Ctrying to make out ^Fevery word, When they should ^Csimply hum ^Amalong, Its not some ^Cmessage written ^Fin the dark, Or some ^Ctruth that no ones ^Amseen, ^Em/GIts a l^Gittle bit of ev^Cerything.