A Little Bit Of Everything

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        Am  G4(6)  F 
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Verse 1:
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With his back against the San 
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Francisco traffic 

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On the bridges side that faces towards 
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 The jail 
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Setting out to join a demographic 
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He hoists his first leg up over the 
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Rail 

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A phone call's made, police cars show 
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Up quickly 
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The sergeant slams his passenger door 
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He says, Hey son why don't you talk 
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Through this with me 
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Just tell me what you're doing it for 
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Am                        C 
Oh, it's a little bit of everything 
Am                  Em 
It's the mountains, it's the fog 
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It's the news at six o'clock 
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It's the death of my first dog 
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It's the angels up above me 
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It's the song that they don't sing 
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It's a little bit of everything 


Verse 2:
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There's an older man who stands in a 
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Buffet line 
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He is smiling and he's holding out his 
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 Plate 
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And the further he looks back into his 
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 Timeline 
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That hard road always led him to 
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Today 

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Making up for when his bright future 
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Had left him 
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Making up for the fact that his only 
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Son is gone 
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And letting everything out once, his 
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Server asks him 
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Have you figured out yet, what it is 
     C 
You want? 


Am                       C 
I want a little bit of everything 
Am                  Em 
The biscuits and the beans 
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Whatever helps me to forget about 
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The things that brought me to my 
Knees 
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So pile on those mashed potatoes 
C         C/B           Am 
And an extra chicken wing 
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I'm having a little bit of everything 


Verse 3:
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Somewhere a pretty girl is writing 
Invitations 
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To a wedding she has scheduled for the 
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 Fall 
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Her man says, Baby, can I make an 
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Observation? 
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You don't seem to be having any fun at 
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 All 

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She said, You just worry about your 
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Groomsmen and your shirt-size 
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And rest assured that this is making 
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Me feel good 
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I think that love is so much easier 
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Than you realize 
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If you can give yourself to someone 
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Then you should 


Am                        C 
Cause it's a little bit of everything 
Am                Em 
The way you joke, the way you ache 
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It is getting up before you 
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So I could watch you as you wake 
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So on the day in late September 
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It's not some stupid little ring 
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I'm getting a little bit of 
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Everything 

Am                        C 
Oh, it's a little bit of everything 
Am                   Em 
It's the matador and the bull 
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It's the suggested daily dosage 
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It's the red moon when it's full 
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All these psychics and these doctors 
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They're all right and they're all 
Wrong 
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It's like trying to make out every 
Word 
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When they should simply hum along 
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It's not some message written in the 
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Dark 
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Or some truth that no one's sees 
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It's a little bit of everything