Capo: 2

Only basics. For picking and walks check out NPR tiny desk concert > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wftQvpqo6Rg Standard tuning Capo 2 Intro: A Asus2 A Asus4 A Asus2 A(hammer on B string) Asus2 Verse:

^AWe were waiting for Kirsten, me and ^DJoel^A, ^F#m'Cause we found out the ^Ename of he^Dr hotel,^A ^AWith the folköl and an evening^D pape^Ar, ^F#mIn which she spelled ou^Et my name ^Dletter b^Ay letter.

Well, I grew up outside this city, Where the local Estrella chips factory Had paved the to your grave and to your destiny, So what can a suburban boy like me do when she mentions me Except compromise a portion of his dignity? Another club, another beer, another hour -- Squint at the clock up at the church tower. "What she's doing here, you think?" "I heard she's filming with von Trier." "Hey Klara, how's your night? Did you know about Kirsten? Have you seen her?" Bridge:

^BmShe says:"Yeah she was here, ^EBut she was turned away at the ^Adoor^F#m." ^BmI know, I know, I can't believe no ^Eone told her before...

Chorus:

^AThat in Gothenburg we don't have ^EVIP lines. ^DIn Gothenburg, we don't make a ^Efuss about who you are. ^AIn Gothenburg, we don't have ^EVIP lines. ^DBut then I bit my ^Bmtongue, and the ^Dtaste of ^Bmblood was so st^Erong.

'Cause times are changing, Kirsten: Göta Älv is slowly reversing; They turned a youth-center into a casino; They drew a swastika in your cappuccino. And the VIP lines are not to the clubs But to healthcare, apartments and jobs. "Hey buddy can I borrow five grand? 'Cause my dad's in chemo, And they wanna take him off his plan." I said, in Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines I said, in Gothenburg, you're not worth less, and you're not worth any more. I said, in Gothenburg, we don't have VIP lines, But then I bit my tongue, and the taste of blood was so strong. Interlude: A D F#m Bm E D A E (probably wrong but thats the best I can do atm.) (duu - duu duu etc ...) Outro:

^AAt the end of the night, me and ^DJoel^A ^F#mWent back and ^Esat outside her ^Dhotel^A ^AAnd drank beer after beer 'til the s^Dun came up^A, ^F#mAnd since she didn't ^Eshow up, Joel said I ^Dhad to man up^A, ^F#mAnd write a note of a^Effection, and leave it in ^Dthe reception^A. ^F#mAnd I wrote this ^Econfession with the lipstick ^Dfrom his gir^Alfriend ^Don the back of our ^Ereceipt. ^DBut the receptionist said I was drunk and asked me to ^Aleave.

Jens Lekman - Waiting for kirsten