The No-hit Wonder Teclado

	  Intro: 
E   B   x2 

Verso 1: 

E        B      A            B 
Years of living blood to string  
E         B     A         B 
Years of living hand to mouth  
E           B      A        B 
Years just getting gig to gig  
E       B     A         B 
East to West, North to South  


        E               B         A  B   
Well he could have been making a killing  
E            B  A   B 
Peddling the Dream  
           E            B       A              B 
But if you found him at all you found him just scraping  
  E      B        A        B 
A living blood to string  



          E            B      A  B 
So sing a song for the no hit wonder 
          A     E      B  
Though it isn’t one of his  
     E     B         A B 
He’d sing ’Shovel me under 
         E  B       A   B         (C#m)    E 
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is 


Verso 2:  

         E             B         A          B 
He broke free from the way they raised him  
          E         B               A     B 
He knows a heart is hell enough and never full 
         E         B           A        B 
He never sang that music would save him 
            E        B    A      B 
Knows never trust an evangelical  

              E          B          A         B 
He’d say ’You wanna know what true love feels like?  
         E         B         A        B 
It’s the next best thing to death  
           E        B       A   B 
Feels like after an elbowed windpipe  
     E               B        A     B 
Just before the next breathâ?�  
     E                B           A              B 
Just before your next breath - So with your next breath  



       E            B      A  B 
Sing a song for the no hit wonder 
          A     E      B  
Though it isn’t one of his  
     E     B         A B 
He’d sing ’Shovel me under 
         E  B       A   B         (C#m)    E 
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is 



Bridge:  

       C#m                   E 
But at night he can hear the fireworks  
         A      E 
From his tunnel underground  
         C#m                    E 
And he’s carved himself a little crawlspace  
        A           E 
Just to lay his body down 
   A            F#m  
To fade out of sound 
       A         B   E  
To the thunder under town  


       E            B      A  B 
Sing a song for the no hit wonder 
          A     E      B  
Though it isn’t one of his  
     E     B         A B 
He’d sing ’Shovel me under 
         E  B       A   B         (C#m)    E 
Boys, it is what it is’ It is what it is