Misc Musicals - Hamilton - my shot

^GmI am not throwing away my shot ^F/AI am^Bb not throwing away my shot ^G7/BHey yo, ^CmI’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry ^Cm/EbAnd I’m not throwing away my ^D7/F#shot

^GmI’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College ^F/AI prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but ^Bbdag, I amaze and astonish The problem ^Bdimis I got a ^Cmlot of brains but no polish I gotta ^Dmholler just to ^Ebmbe heard with every word, I drop knowledge

^GmI’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal ^F/ATryin’ to reac^Bbh my goal my power of speech, unimpeac^Bdimhable ^CmOnly nineteen but my mind is o^Cm/Dlder ^Cm/EbThese New York City streets get co^D7/Alder, I shoulder ^GmEvery burden, every disadvantage I have learned to manage ^F/AI don’t ^Bbhave a gun to brandish I walk these streets f^Bdimamished ^CmThe plan is to fan this spark into ^Cm/Da flame ^Cm/EbBut damn, it’s getting dark, so let me s^D7/Apell out the name

^GmI am the A-L-E-X-A-^F/AN-D-^BbE-R we are meant to b^Bdime ^CmA colony that runs independently, ^Cm/Dmeanwhile ^Cm/EbBritain keeps shittin’ on us ^D7/Aendlessly ^GmEssentially, they tax us relentlessly ^F/AThen King ^BbGeorge turns around, runs a spending spree^Bdim He ain’t ^Cmever gonna set his descendants free ^Cm/DSo the^Cm/Ebre will be a revolution in this ce^D7/Antury ^GmEnter me, he says in parentheses ^F/ADon’t be sh^Bbocked when your hist’ry book mentions me ^BdimI will^Cm lay down my life if it sets us free ^Cm/DEventu^Cm/Ebally, you’ll see my as^D7/Acendancy

^GmI am not throwing away my shot ^F/AI am^Bb not throwing away my shot ^G7/BHey yo, ^CmI’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry ^Cm/EbAnd I’m not throwing away my ^D7/F#shot

^GmI am not throwing away my shot ^F/AI am^Bb not throwing away my shot ^G7/BHey yo, ^CmI’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry ^Cm/EbAnd I’m not throwing away my ^D7/F#shot

^GmI dream of life without a monarchy ^BbThe unrest in France will lead to onarchy? ^CmOnarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy? ^EbWhen I fight, I make the ot^D7/Aher side panicky With my, shot ^GmYo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice ^BbAnd I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis ^CmI’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance ^EbTo socially advance, instead of se^D7/Awin’ some pants I’m gonna take a shot ^GmBut we’ll never be truly free ^BbUntil those in bondage have the same rights as you and me ^CmYou and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in ^EbOn a stallion with the first b^D7/Alack battalion Have another shot ^GmGeniuses, lower your voices ^BbYou keep out of trouble and you double your choices ^CmI’m with you, but the situation is fraught ^EbYou’ve got to be carefully taught If you ^D7/Atalk, you’re gonna get shot

^GmBurr, check what we got ^BbMister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot ^CmI think your pants look hot Laurens, I like you a lot ^EbLet’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle c^D7/Aallin’ the pot ^GmWhat are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot ^BbPoppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not ^CmA bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? ^EbGive me a position, show me w^D7/Ahere the ammunition is

^N.C.Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? ^N.C.Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth ^N.C.I never had a group of friends before ^N.C.I promise that I’ll make y’all proud ^N.C.Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

^GmI am not throwing away my shot ^F/AI am^Bb not throwing away my shot ^G7/BHey yo, ^CmI’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry ^Cm/EbAnd I’m not throwing away my ^D7/F#shot

^GmI am not throwing away my shot ^F/AI am^Bb not throwing away my shot ^G7/BHey yo, ^CmI’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry ^Cm/EbAnd I’m not throwing away my ^D7/F#shot

^Gm9Whoa, whoa, ^Gmwhoa^Bb Hey, wh^Ebmaj7oa, whoa, whoa ^D7Ay, let ‘em hear ya

^Gm9Whoa,^Gm whoa, ^Bbwhoa I said shout it to the rooftops ^Ebmaj7Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops ^D7Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

^GmRise up When you’re living on your knees, yo^Bbu rise up Tell your brother that he’s gotta^Ebmaj7 rise up Tell your sister that she's gotta r^D7ise up

When are these colonies gonna r^Gmise up When are these coloni^F/Aes gonna rise^Bb up When are these coloni^G7/Bes gonna rise up^Cm When are these colonies gonna r^Cm/Ebise up Ri^D7/F#se up

^Gm9I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna ^Bbget me?

^Ebmaj7If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? ^DIs it like a beat without a melody? See, I never t^Gm9hought I’d live past twenty Where I come from s^Bbome get half as many Ask anybody ^Ebmaj7why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We ^Dhave to make this moment last, that’s plenty ^Gm9Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the ^F/Amovement ^BbWhere all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? ^Ebmaj7Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand ^D7/F#We roll like Moses, cl^D7aimin’ our promised land ^Gm9And? If we win our independence? ^Bb‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? ^Ebmaj7Or will the blood we shed begin an endless c^D7/F#ycle of vengeance and d^D7eath with no defendants? ^GmI know the action in the street is excitin' ^BbBut Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fighting, I’ve been readin’ ‘n writ in’ ^CmWe need to handle our financial situation ^EbAre we a nation of states wh^Dat’s the state of our nation? ^GmI’m past patiently waitin' I’m passiona^F/Ately smashin’ e^Bbvery expectation Every action’s an act of cr^Bdimeation ^CmI’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow ^EbFor the first time, I’m thinkin’ p^D7/F#ast tomorrow

^GmAnd I am not throwing away my shot ^F/AI am^Bb not throwing away my shot ^G7/BHey yo, ^CmI’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry ^Cm/EbAnd I’m not throwing away my ^D7/F#shot

We’re gonna r^Gmise up (time to take a shot) ^F/AWe’re gonna r^Bbise up (time to take a shot) ^G7/BWe’re gonna, ^Cmrise up, rise up

^Gm/DRise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot ^Cm/EbRise up, it's time to take a shot ^Gm/FRise up, take a shot, shot, shot ^D7/F#It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot

^GmNot throwing away my shot