Dawes - A little bit of everything

^CWith his back against ^Fthe San Francisco tra^Cffic ^G6sus4On the bridges side that ^G7faces towards the ja^Cil ^AmSetting out t^G6sus4o join a demographi^Fc, ^CHe hoists his firs^Ft leg up over the r^Cail.

^CA phone call's made, pol^Fice cars show up qui^Cckly. ^G6sus4The sergeant sl^G7ams his passenger do^Cor. ^AmHe says, Hey son why^G6sus4 don't you talk through this with ^Fme, ^CJust tell me what ^Fyou're doing it for.^C

^AmOh, it's a little bit of e^Cverything, ^AmIt's the mountains, ^Emit's the fog, ^FIt's the news at six o'c^Clock, It's th^G6sus4e death of my first ^G7dog. ^CIt's the angels up abov^Fe me, ^CIt's the song th^C/Bat they don't ^Amsing, ^G6sus4It's a little bit of^G7 everything.^C

There's an ^Colder man who s^Ftands in a buffet lin^Ce, He is s^G6sus4miling and he's h^G7olding out his pl^Cate, And the f^Amurther he looks b^G6sus4ack into his timeli^Fne, That h^Card road always l^Fed him to today.^C

Making ^Cup for when his br^Fight future had left hi^Cm, ^G6sus4Making up for the f^G7act that his only son is ^Cgone, ^AmAnd letting everythin^G6sus4g out once, his server as^Fks him, ^CHave you figured out ^Fyet, what it is you w^Cant?

^AmI want a little bit of ev^Cerything, ^AmThe biscuits and the^Em beans, ^FWhatever helps me to f^Corget about The th^G6sus4ings that brought me^G7 to my knees. ^CSo pile on those mashe^Fd potatoes, ^CAnd an ext^C/Bra chicken win^Amg, ^G6sus4I'm having a l^G7ittle bit of e^Cverything.

^CSomewhere a pret^Fty girl is writing^C invitations, ^G6sus4To a wedding she ha^G7s scheduled for the fall,^{C Am}Her man says, Baby^G6sus4, can I make an observati^Fon? ^CYou don't seem to be h^Faving any fun at all.^C

^CShe said, You just worry about your g^Froomsmen and your s^Chirt-size, ^G6sus4And rest assured th^G7at this is making me feel^C good, ^AmI think that love is so muc^G6sus4h easier than you r^Fealize, ^CIf you can give yours^Felf to someone, then ^Cyou should.

^AmCause it's a little bit of^C everything, ^AmThe way you joke, ^Emthe way you ache, ^FIt is getting up before^C you, So I^G6sus4 could watch you as yo^G7u wake. ^CSo on the day in late ^FSeptember, ^CIt's not so^C/Bme stupid litt^Amle ring, ^G6sus4I'm getting a little ^G7bit of every^Cthing.

^AmOh, it's a little bit of e^Cverything, ^AmIt's the matador and ^Emthe bull, ^FIt's the suggested dail^Cy dosage, It'^G6sus4s the red moon when ^G7it's full. ^CAll these psychics and^F these doctors, ^CThey're all^C/B right and the^Amy're all wrong, It's like t^Crying to make out ev^Fery word, When they should s^Cimply hum al^Among. It's not some m^Cessage written in the da^Frk, Or some ^Ctruth that ^C/Bno one's ^Amsees, It^G6sus4's a little bit of ^G7everything. ^C