Jesus Stole My Baby by The Fratellis

Song: Jesus Stole My Baby
Artist: The Fratellis
Album: Here We Stand (2008)


CAPO 2nd FRET 


G     F        G     F
Jesus stole my baby
G     F        G     F
Jesus stole my girl
G            F          G          F         
He took her away for an hour every Sunday
Dm                 C         D
And cut all of her beautiful curls


G       F      G      F   
She was always easy 
G     F           G     F  
Seven days of the week
G           F             G         F  
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
Dm                      C            D
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique


G                  F        G        F
Said that she just wants to save me
G                        F            G     F
Said you can't go on the way that you are
G                 F                 G             F 
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
         Dm             C         D            
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar 


F   G   D   (x3)


F   G             D    F          G       D       
       And it's a long time since she was mine, 
   F       G    D 
Pretending I am fine
F       G      F          B7        A    
Another simple boy on the telephone line
           D      F      G         D            
And though she is living here with me
    F      G     D
I'm aching to be free
    F        G      F        B7     A
She takes it all so god damn seriously


G   F   (x4)


          G              F             G          F         
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
        G                F            G        F     
But she might as well be locked up in chains
       G            F          G          F 
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
    Dm               C          D 
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains


G                   F            G       F
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
    G                 F           G      F
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
    G          F            G     F       
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
           Dm             C               D    
So she can see what kinda state I've been in


G     F        G      F
Jesus stole my baby
   G     F              G     F 
So maybe I should steal his
    G          F 
She used to be mine
             G          F 
Now she's so dull and divine
           Dm                  C           D
May not be nice but that's the way that it is


F   G   D   (x3)


F   G           D    F     G        D  
        And I'm lost here among the clowns
F     G      D   
Jesus men in gowns
    F       G   F      B7       A
All sandals and out of tune guitars
        D        F    G    D  
And she talks in terrified tones
   F    G   D  
Of skeleton bones
F         G         F       B7   A      
Screaming through a mangled microphone


F   G             D    F          G       D       
       And it's a long time since she was mine, 
   F       G    D 
Pretending I am fine
F       G      F          B7        A    
Another simple boy on the telephone line
           D      F      G         D            
And though she is living here with me
    F      G     D
I'm aching to be free
    F        G      F        B7     A
She takes it all so god damn seriously


A (x2)


B7   G


Dm   C   G   (til fade).

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