Stand Up Teclado

	  
Intro: 
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   | 
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   | 


 
    Gm 
And I should’ve been murdered by now 
N.C. 
And I’ve got fifteen people wondering how the hell’d he make it out 
N.C. 
I carry this bucket of pain 
N.C. 
And I’ve got 18 dollars to my mother-fucking name 
        Gm                 F 
And it’s not a life it’s a game 
          C                     Bb 
And I’m a two-ton wrecking ball filled with pain 
        Gm            F 
And I’ve got a lot to say 
            C                      Bb 
Oh and I’m still feeling good from yesterday 


         Gm            F 
So stand up, if you’re out in the crowd 
    C              Bb 
Get down, make the doctor proud 
      Gm            F 
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd 
    C              Bb 
Get down, make the doctor proud 


 
    Gm            F 
Well I don’t know everything 
     C            Bb 
But I sure wish I did 
     Gm             F 
Then every time I’d catch a case 
           C               Bb 
I wouldn’t pop off so much at the lid 
           Gm          F 
I’d have my get out of jail card 
       C                 Bb 
Popped cool and ready to go 
             Gm             F 
And then I’d pay my tax and bail money 
            C          Bb 
'Cause I’m a taxpaying fool, so we gotta 



      Gm            F 
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd 
    C              Bb 
Get down, make the doctor proud 
      Gm            F 
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd 
    C              Bb 
Get down, make the doctor proud 
      Gm    F 
Stand up 
    C     Bb 
Get down 
          Gm    F 
Oh, stand up 
    C     Bb 
Get down, take it away 


Instrumental 
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   | 
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   | 
| Gm      | F       | C       | Cm  Dm   | 


 
Gm                                         F 
He’s a little boy with a son and a daughter 
     C                                Cm    Dm 
He’s got no wife no he’s got no father 
          Gm                                             F 
He’s just trying to make it through this hard hard winter 
     C                                    Cm    Dm 
Toes freezin' no reason he’s got no dinner 
       Gm 
He’s a product of the music, a product of his time 
  F 
A product of addiction in a very long line 
   C 
Of users and abusers who just couldn’t keep it straight 
         Cm                        Dm 
Oh man I wish I didn’t know one, I hope it ain’t too late 
             Gm 
So won’t you call your mama, call your daddy 
F 
 You can call your sister too 
             C 
'Cause we’ve been out here walking that hard line 
          Dm                    F 
You never ever could’ve made it through 


 
             Gm             F 
And now we’re seven hundred billion strong 
    C               Bb 
We still can’t tell right from wrong 
             Gm                         F 
So I’m gonna keep on dreaming until the cows come home 
     C     N.C.                                     Gm    F    C 
When drug store America starts taking care of their own 
Bb                          Gm    F 
 Start taking care of their own 
     C    Bb 
Yeah yeah, so we gotta 

 
      Gm            F 
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd 
    C              Bb 
Get down, make the doctor proud 
      Gm            F 
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd 
    C              Bb 
Get down, make the doctor proud 
      Gm    F 
Stand up 
    C     Bb 
Get down 
          Gm    F 
Oh, stand up 
    C     Bb 
Get down 


Outro: 
| Gm      | F       | C       | Bb       | 
                   Gm      F 
Oh you gotta stand up, ooh yeah 
C                                 Bb 
Living for this feeling we’ve got nowhere to go 
      Gm      F 
Stand up, ooh yeah 
    C                                 Bb 
I’m living for this feeling, I’ve got nowhere to go 
      Gm      F 
Stand up, ooh yeah 
C                                 Bb 
Living for this feeling we've got nowhere to go 
      Gm 
Stand up