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Rock Me? Rock You!
ROUGH DEMO: New version, faster tempo, blues harp added!
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Rock Me? Rock You!
B A
Rock…me...rock you-oo-oo
E A B
C’mon now everyone its’ up to you
Rock…me…rock you-oo-oo
C’mon now everyone a oo-hoo-hoo
(last time) C’mon now everyone Rock Me? Rock You!
On B chord alternate between vamped B (barred 2nd fr) & B7 open
(Reg A?)
B A/b A B
You read the daily paper you think it sucks, how the govmt treats us like wooden ducks
But don’t sit by for another Iraq (attack), pick up your guitar and pay the man back
Half yer loved ones are dead and gone, called upstairs to the great beyond
Don’t you spend time cryin’ the blues, write some new words & spread the Good News
D A E A B
Yer thinking ‘bout the world and it just ain’t fair how other guys get the gold & just don’t care
Don’choo sit around like a block a stone , start smackin them skins & make yerself known
Yo’ momma don’ like yer poetry, yer music or your clothes & she just can’t see
The stuff goin’ down with the boy u love and the gift u might get from heaven above
She say “wipe that crap” off yer face, you look like-a u from outta space
Don’t you worry & don’t regret- tickle them ivories is your best bet
B A
Rock…me...rock you-oo-oo
E A B
C’mon now everyone its’ up to you
Rock…me…rock you-oo-oo
C’mon now everyone a oo-hoo-hoo
(last time) C’mon now everyone Rock Me? Rock You!
On B chord alternate between vamped B (barred 2nd fr) & B7 open
(Reg A?)
B A/b A B
You read the daily paper you think it sucks, how the govmt treats us like wooden ducks
But don’t sit by for another Iraq (attack), pick up your guitar and pay the man back
Half yer loved ones are dead and gone, called upstairs to the great beyond
Don’t you spend time cryin’ the blues, write some new words & spread the Good News
D A E A B
Yer thinking ‘bout the world and it just ain’t fair how other guys get the gold & just don’t care
Don’choo sit around like a block a stone , start smackin them skins & make yerself known
Yo’ momma don’ like yer poetry, yer music or your clothes & she just can’t see
The stuff goin’ down with the boy u love and the gift u might get from heaven above
She say “wipe that crap” off yer face, you look like-a u from outta space
Don’t you worry & don’t regret- tickle them ivories is your best bet
