Butch Walker (born Bradley Glenn Walker on November 14, 1969) is a recording artist, songwriter, and record producer.
Walker grew up in Cartersville, Georgia and stood out as a guitarist and performer in several rock bands in the '80s including Bad Boyz and Byte the Bullet. In 1988, he took Byte the Bullet to LA and they were signed to Virgin Records within the year. The band changed names to Southgang and released two albums, Tainted Angel in 1991 and Group Therapy in 1992.
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Artist: Butch Walker & Pink Song: Song without a chorus Tabbed by: Josie ... [email protected]
This song rocks!, and the other tab i found is a bit weird so i thought i'd give it a shot meself. Might not be 100% but it's pretty damn close. This is the live acoustic version by tut way.
(Standard tuning: E,A,D,G,B,E)
Intro -
E //// A //// F# //// B //// x2
Verse 1 -
EAF#B Well there's sand in my book from writing on the beach
EAF#B trying to find a song for you that the ocean can only reach,
AC#F#E and this beach is getting wider than my train of thought is long
AC#F#E and each little grain of sand is other asshole poet song
AC#F#E so i'll try to get this right before the sunburn says i'm worng, says i'm wrong
Pre Verse -
B //// A //// C# //// F# ////
Verse 2 -
EAF#B I keep on shooting clever guns that blow up in my face
EAF#B and what good to say i'm sorry when this time it wont erase,
AC#F#E all the times i hit erase on every word you said to me
AC#F#E and just covered it up like dogsh*t on a pretty city street
AC#F#E just to not p*ss off the neighbors no wonder i can't sleep, i can't sleep
Pre Verse
B //// A //// C# //// F# ////
Verse 3
EAF#B A song without a chorus you know this is my first attempt
EAF#B cuz that would only bore us and the title would go limp,
AC#F#E but these words just keep on shooting out my pen just like a gun
AC#F#E and i'm aiming at your ears trying not to come undone
AC#F#E cuz you love the smell of gunshots and the company on one, thats no fun
Pre Verse
B //// A //// C# //// F# //// (live versoin x2)
verse 4 -
EAF#B They'll probably say this sucks you know but i don't really care
EAF#B and i use the "gunshot" word so it wont get on the air,
AC#F#E while the rappers do a driveby and smoke crack then thank the lord
AC#F#E while a white-bread singer songwriter has to stand here looking bored
AC#F# and while i'm at it i should probably mention that all the guns i used in
E my song were fake...
Outro-
B //// A //// C# //// F# //// x3
not real, they were plastic, f*ck, get real, blast it