My Town taby ukulele według Buck-O-Nine

Intro
A--7-7-7-7-7-7-7-77-7-5-5-4-4-6-6—-6-|-5-5--5-4-4--4-5-6-7--|
E--5-5-5-5-5-5-5-00-0-0-0-0-0-x-x--x-|-0-0--0-5-5--0-0-0-0--|
C-----------------------------6-6--6-|----------------------|
G------------------------------------|----------------------|

End of intro/chorus
   A   E   A   D   A
A--12--11--12--9---12-|
E--12--12--12--10--12-|
C--13--11--13--9---13-|
G--14--13--14--11--14-|

OR

# If you don't have a ukulele higher than 12 frets, go a position down
    A   E  A   D  A
A|--12--7--12--5--12-|
E|--9---7--9---5--9--|
C|--9---8--9---6--9--|
G|--9---9--9---7--9--|
          A                        E
I got the tunes in my pocket in an old ass walkman
A              D            A
Walking to the beach with a bottle of black and tan
A                           E
Keys in the Velcro where it always should be
A             D         A
Times tickin' by but it doesn't concern me
A                     E
I'm killing time with nothing to do
       A             D      A
That's all I seem to think about or do
   A                      E              A   D
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yeah
   A
no place I'd rather be

# Chords to Chorus. Figure out the strumming
  D                  A                           A
  My town, my street gives me peace of mind that can't be beat
A-0------------------4---------------------------7-----------|
E-2------------------5---------------------------9-----------|
C-2------------------4---------------------------9-----------| 
G-2------------------6---------------------------9-----------|

   E5              D5        C#5     B5
  Give me peace of mind  that can't be beat
A--7---7---7---7---5-----5---4---4---2---2-|
E--7---7---7---7---5-----5---4---4---2---2-|
C--4---4---4---4---2-----2---1---1---x---x-| 2X
G--4---4---4---4---2-----2---1---1---4---4-|



           A                      E
Well I can sleep all night to the sound of the ocean
A              D             A
Wake up in the morning and I do it all again
A                   E
Seven days a week I pay no attention
  A              D            A
I spend a lot of time with my record collection
A                     E
I'm killing time with nothing to do
       A             D      A
That's all I seem to think about or do
   A                      E              A   D
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yeah
   A
no place I'd rather be


Chorus

           A                             E
I hear the sound of a skateboard rolling down my backstreet
A            D               A
Reggae music coming from the neighbor across from me
   A                 E
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
  A             D      A
I never stop to ask, I never wonder why
   A                      E              A    D
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yeah
   A
no place I'd rather be

Chrous