标题:Get Over It
标签:
总谱
艺人:The Eagles
专辑:Hell Freezes Over
作词:Don Henley / Glenn Frey
作曲:Don Henley / Glenn Frey
编曲:Eagles / Elliot Scheiner / Rob Jacobs
制谱人:Tabbed by blackiel & arnold - 22-Jan-2005
附注:
blackiel7591@btinternet.com, Kent, England
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Live version from the 1994 "Hell Freezes Over" tour.
Thanks to arnold for the bass track.
I chose Open D for the Walsh track because on the
live DVD version he barres across the neck with his
slide and often strums all 6 open strings, so since the
song is in the key of D, I think Open D is appropriate.
节拍:
♩ = 164
key:2
和弦:D5 D D6 B G5 G6 F A5 A6 G F5 F6 C5 C A
注释:"This song is called Get Over It" (Henley)rit.G.P.slide out of downwardsDamp with fretting handD5, D6 repeated.....repeat.....Damp with fretting handD5, D6 repeated.....repeat.....Damp with fretting handD5, D6 repeated.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....G.P.slide out of downwardsDamp with fretting handD5, D6 repeated.....repeat.....Damp with fretting handD5, D6 repeated.....repeat.....Damp with fretting handD5, D6 repeated.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....repeat.....bottleneckad lib
标记:IntroVerse 1ChorusFrey soloVerse 2ChorusWalsh slide soloBridgeVerse 3ChorusChorusFelder solo & Outro
歌词:
I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it
