Intro:
E       B       x2

Verse 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 



(The same chord progression is used for all of the verses)


        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 


Chorus:

          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


Verse 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 breath” 
     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