AJR - God is really real, аккорды песни для гитары

[Verse 1]:
   
F
         
C
          
Dm
My dad can't get out of bed
        
G7
There's somethin' in his lungs
               
C7
I think that's what the doctor said
  
Bb
              
F
I gotta leave for Paris now
   
Dm
        
C
     
Bb
My band goes on at 10
       
Gm
        
C
             
F
   
Bb
 
F
And my dad can't get out of bed

[Verse 2]:
    
F
                 
C
              
Dm
The Earth is spinnin' like it always did
     
G7
'The New York Times' is publishin'
     
C7
Some real important thing
         
Bb
           
F
And each day when the world wakes up
    
Dm
         
C
           
Bb
Our lawns will still be wet
       
Gm
        
C
             
F
   
Bb
 
F
 
C/E
And my dad can't get out of bed

[Chorus]:
Bb
            
F
             
Am
             
Dm
God is really real when you really, really need Him
Bb
           
F
              
Am
         
Dm
Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it
Gm
               
C
              
Bb
   
G7/B
  
C
    
A7/C#
  
Dm
          
C
Hear it loud and clear, just as long as    it's con   venient (Convenient)
Bb
             
F/A
          
Gm
         
Bb
            
Bbm
               
F
   
Bb
 
F
Life's fuckin' long 'til it stops, and God's fuckin' fake 'til He's not

[Verse 3]:
        
F
               
C
               
Dm
There's robots that are way too good at art
    
G7
And everybody's sad now
    
C7
And tryna get to Mars
      
Bb
              
F
Don't wanna hear your problems
               
Dm
       
C
         
Bb
'Cause there's just one in my head
    
Gm
       
C
             
F
   
Bb
 
F
And he can't get out of bed

[Verse 4]:
F
                
C
               
Dm
What if we could break you out tonight?
     
G7
This kind of thing happens to other dads
   
C7
It don't happen to mine
     
Bb
           
F
                 
Dm
        
C
           
Bb
I'll distract the doctors; we could sneak out with your meds
Bb
              
F
             
Dm
     
C
       
Bb
You could come along and be a roadie for the band
     
Gm
       
C
             
F
  
Bb
 
F
 
C/E
Come on, Dad, get out of bed

[Chorus]:
Bb
            
F
             
Am
             
Dm
God is really real when you really, really need Him
Bb
           
F
              
Am
         
Dm
Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it
Gm
               
C
              
Bb
   
G7/B
  
C
    
A7/C#
  
Dm
          
C
Hear it loud and clear, just as long as    it's con   venient (Convenient)
Bb
             
F/A
          
Gm
         
Bb
            
Bbm
               
F
   
Bb
 
F
Life's fuckin' long 'til it stops, and God's fuckin' fake 'til He's not

[Verse 5]:
F
                
C
              
Dm
Now it's late, I really gotta go
    
G7
                                   
C7
And we can't face our feelings, so we're makin' lots of jokes
    
Bb
            
F
            
Dm
       
C
        
Bb
And we won't cry about it, no, we'll be manly men
   
Bb
                   
F
           
Dm
         
C
      
Bb
"I love you" sounds all corny, so I wrote this song instead
     
Gm
                         
C
      
A7/C#
   
Dm
  
C
I'll sing it for you, Dad, when you get out of bed
     
Gm
                
C
                
F
   
Bb
 
F
I'll sing for you when you're out of bed

[Verse 1]:
   
F
         
C
          
Dm
My dad can't get out of bed
        
G7
There's somethin' in his lungs
               
C7
I think that's what the doctor said
  
Bb
              
F
I gotta leave for Paris now
   
Dm
        
C
     
Bb
My band goes on at 10
       
Gm
        
C
             
F
   
Bb
 
F
And my dad can't get out of bed

[Verse 2]:
    
F
                 
C
              
Dm
The Earth is spinnin' like it always did
     
G7
'The New York Times' is publishin'
     
C7
Some real important thing
         
Bb
           
F
And each day when the world wakes up
    
Dm
         
C
           
Bb
Our lawns will still be wet
       
Gm
        
C
             
F
   
Bb
 
F
 
C/E
And my dad can't get out of bed

[Chorus]:
Bb
            
F
             
Am
             
Dm
God is really real when you really, really need Him
Bb
           
F
              
Am
         
Dm
Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it
Gm
               
C
              
Bb
   
G7/B
  
C
    
A7/C#
  
Dm
          
C
Hear it loud and clear, just as long as    it's con   venient (Convenient)
Bb
             
F/A
          
Gm
         
Bb
            
Bbm
               
F
   
Bb
 
F
Life's fuckin' long 'til it stops, and God's fuckin' fake 'til He's not

[Verse 3]:
        
F
               
C
               
Dm
There's robots that are way too good at art
    
G7
And everybody's sad now
    
C7
And tryna get to Mars
      
Bb
              
F
Don't wanna hear your problems
               
Dm
       
C
         
Bb
'Cause there's just one in my head
    
Gm
       
C
             
F
   
Bb
 
F
And he can't get out of bed

[Verse 4]:
F
                
C
               
Dm
What if we could break you out tonight?
     
G7
This kind of thing happens to other dads
   
C7
It don't happen to mine
     
Bb
           
F
                 
Dm
        
C
           
Bb
I'll distract the doctors; we could sneak out with your meds
Bb
              
F
             
Dm
     
C
       
Bb
You could come along and be a roadie for the band
     
Gm
       
C
             
F
  
Bb
 
F
 
C/E
Come on, Dad, get out of bed

[Chorus]:
Bb
            
F
             
Am
             
Dm
God is really real when you really, really need Him
Bb
           
F
              
Am
         
Dm
Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it
Gm
               
C
              
Bb
   
G7/B
  
C
    
A7/C#
  
Dm
          
C
Hear it loud and clear, just as long as    it's con   venient (Convenient)
Bb
             
F/A
          
Gm
         
Bb
            
Bbm
               
F
   
Bb
 
F
Life's fuckin' long 'til it stops, and God's fuckin' fake 'til He's not

[Verse 5]:
F
                
C
              
Dm
Now it's late, I really gotta go
    
G7
                                   
C7
And we can't face our feelings, so we're makin' lots of jokes
    
Bb
            
F
            
Dm
       
C
        
Bb
And we won't cry about it, no, we'll be manly men
   
Bb
                   
F
           
Dm
         
C
      
Bb
"I love you" sounds all corny, so I wrote this song instead
     
Gm
                         
C
      
A7/C#
   
Dm
  
C
I'll sing it for you, Dad, when you get out of bed
     
Gm
                
C
                
F
   
Bb
 
F
I'll sing for you when you're out of bed