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Tied Up Too Tight Acoustic Tab

by Hard-fi


Tied Up Too Tight Acoustic
Hard-Fi

This is my first tab!
Most of the chords are barred and there’s some pretty fast changes. It’s off the B-side to hard to beat.


Intro	Em	Bm	F#	Bm	F# (can be played high or low)

Verse:
							     	  
Oh where I come from, I just don’t conform, get me out of here
							
Leave the boredom behind, Wanna see the bright lights, 
 				
   get this thing in gear, yeah

(3rd)        (2nd)            (5th)  (4th) (2nd)		
						Yer put yer boots on,
			
			Yer put yer boots on,
            		  	
					And all the boys and girls sing

Chorus
                          		        				
Na na na na na na			    Na na na na na na
		Straight outta West London			
			              
			Na na na na na na				
Just like a loaded gun			This kinda shimmy don’t like us
    		
			Don’t like us
                          		          		
Na na na na na na			      Na na na na na na	
			We’ll hit the strip tonight
					                 	     
  					Na na na na na na
Your eyes are burning so bright, can’t you feel the blood rush baby
			    
we’re tied up too tight		Oh wooa wooa wooa woo

				

								
Tell me can you feel it, 	feel the city breathing, 

feel its beating heart
							
No superstition, just cold ambition, it’s time to make a mark

                          		  		
					Yer put yer boots on,
			
	Yer put yer boots on,
            		  	
				And all the boys and girls sing

Chorus
                          		        				
Na na na na na na			    Na na na na na na
		Straight outta West London			
			              
			Na na na na na na				
Just like a loaded gun			This kinda shimmy don’t like us
    		
	Na na na na na na
			Don’t like us
                          		          		
Na na na na na na			      Na na na na na na	
			We’ll hit the strip tonight
					                 	       	
Your eyes are burning so bright, can’t you feel the blood rush baby
				     	       				
we’re tied up too tight		Yeah,			
	                          	
Yer put yer boots on, You’ve gotta move on,	
	  
And all the boys and girls sing

Chorus
                          		        				
Na na na na na na			    Na na na na na na
		Straight outta West London			
			              
			Na na na na na na				
Just like a loaded gun			This kinda shimmy don’t like us
    		
	Na na na na na na
			Don’t like us
                          		          		
Na na na na na na			      Na na na na na na	
			We’ll hit the strip tonight
					                 	       	
Your eyes are burning so bright, can’t you feel the blood rush baby
			    
we’re tied up too tight