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Get Back Again

Tragically Hip

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Date: Tue, 10 Mar 1998 21:26:24 -0500 (EST)
From: Ian MacNaughtan 
Subject: Get Back Again--The Tragically Hip

This is a great song by the Hip. Never recorded, circa 1989-1990.

Transcribed by Ian MacNaughtan.

Get Back Again--The Tragically Hip.

Intro. A - B - A - B - C - A - G - D - E.

C         D            G  D-C         D             G       D
What's to do with you dad?  He don't even know your name.
C         D      G      C
Didn't know if in that, Didn't realize that, no one stayed to cheer the
D
name.
C        D          G   D  C         D            G
I didn't mean to do that.  She won't even come around.
C        D      G      C                                     D
Everytime I look back, Didn't realize that, I was better off without.

Chorus:
G       D                  C        G       D                A
Mothers came and cried for rhythm.  Brother came to my first century's
C
end.
G       D           A              E              G             A
All the time that I thought was my friend, Be all right till we get back
     E
again.

Verse two:

Heaven knows you were right, they won't never drag you down.

Everytime I lose sight, getting lost in the light is more that ever being

around.

Chorus:

Mothers came and cried for rhythm.  Brother came to my first century's

end.

All the time that I thought was my friend, Be all right till we get back

again.

Bridge:
C                 D     G       D              C
We never could go back, I could never leave my heart.
C                              D
Why did you change things like that.
G      C               G       C                 G      C          D
If I'd never seen you, I could always dream that I'd be better off alone.

Chorus:

Mothers came and cried for rhythm.  Brother came to my first century's

end.

All the time that I thought was my friend, Be all right till we get back

again.
G                    A              E
Be all right till we get back again.
G                    A              E
Be all right till we get back again.