My Shot Uke tab by Lin-Manuel Miranda (Baritone Chords)

Hope you guys and gals enjoy this, it took FOREVER to even get the amount
that's done so far. The biggest component to learn is the RHYTHM; because
once you have the rhythm, you have the song (it may be easier to change the
key while playing the ukulele).


Gm                           
   I am NOT throwing away my... SHOT
F/A  Bb                            G7/B
I am not throwin' away my... SHOT. Hey yo, I'm
Cm
Just like my country, I'm young scrappy and hungry and I'm
Cm/Eb                 D7/F#
not throwin' away my, SHOT!  
NC         Gm
Imma get a scholarship to King's College.
                 F/A           Bb
I prob'ly should-n't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish.
               Bdim    Cm
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
            Dm          Ebm
I gotta hol-ler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge
      Gm                                      F/A
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
          Bb                                            Bdim
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, un-im-peach-a-ble
Cm                              Cm/D
Only nineteen but my mind is ol-der
      Cm/Eb                        D7/A
These New York City streets get cold-er, I shoulder
      Gm
Every burden, every disadvantage
                      F/A          Bb
I have learned to man-age, I don’t have a gun to brandish

I walk these streets famished
    Cm                                    Cm/D
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
Cm/Eb                                  D7/A
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
         Gm           F/A  Bb
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-    E-R we are meant to be
     Cm
A colony that runs independently
Cm/D       Cm/Eb                        D7/A
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
       Gm
Essent-ially, they tax us relentlessly
F/A       Bb                                     Bdim
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
         Cm
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
Cm/D          Cm/Eb                   D7/A
So there will be a revolution in this century
NC           Gm                F/A
Enter me, he says in parentheses
         Bb                                      Bdim
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
       Cm
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Cm/D Cm/Eb                   D7/A
Even-tually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And         Gm                           
   I am NOT throwing away my... SHOT
F/A  Bb                            G7/B
I am not throwin' away my... SHOT. Hey yo, I'm
Cm
Just like my country, I'm young scrappy and hungry and I'm
Cm/Eb                 D7/F#              Gm
not throwin' away my, SHOT!  t's time to take a SHOT

(Continue Chords)

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya

Let’s go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let’s go 
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up 
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot