Intro
B E B
F#6sus4 G7 B
G#m G6sus4 E
B E B
[Verse]
B E B
With his back against the San Francisco traffic
F#6sus4 G7 B
On the bridges side that faces towards the jail
G#m G6sus4 E
Setting out to join a demographic,
B E B
He hoists his first leg up over the rail.
B E B
G# phone call's made, police cars show up quickly.
F#6sus4 G7 B
The sergeant slams his passenger door.
G#m G6sus4 E
He says, Hey son why don't you talk through this with me,
B E B
Just tell me what you're doing it for.
[Chorus]
G#m B
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
G#m D#m
It's the mountains, it's the fog,
E B
It's the news at six o'clock,
F#6sus4 G7
It's the death of my first dog.
B E
It's the angels up above me,
B B/A# G#m
It's the song that they don't sing,
F#6sus4 G7 B
It's a little bit of everything.
[Verse]
B E B
There's an older man who stands in a buffet line,
F#6sus4 G7 B
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate,
G#m G6sus4 E
And the further he looks back into his timeline,
B E B
That hard road always led him to today.
B E B
Making up for when his bright future had left him,
F#6sus4 G7 B
Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
G#m G6sus4 E
And letting everything out once, his server asks him,
B E B
Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?
[Chorus]
G#m B
I want a little bit of everything,
G#m D#m
The biscuits and the beans,
E B
Whatever helps me to forget about
F#6sus4 G7
The things that brought me to my knees.
B E
So pile on those mashed potatoes,
B B/A# G#m
And an extra chicken wing,
F#6sus4 G7 B
I'm having a little bit of everything.
[Solo]
[Verse]
B E B
Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
F#6sus4 G7 B
To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
G#m G6sus4 E
Her man says, Baby, can I make an observation?
B E B
You don't seem to be having any fun at all.
B E B
She said, You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
F#6sus4 G7 B
And rest assured that this is making me feel good,
G#m G6sus4 E
I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
B E B
If you can give yourself to someone, then you should.
[Chorus]
G#m B
Cause it's a little bit of everything,
G#m D#m
The way you joke, the way you ache,
E B
It is getting up before you,
F#6sus4 G7
So I could watch you as you wake.
B E
So on the day in late September,
B B/A# G#m
It's not some stupid little ring,
F#6sus4 G7 B
I'm getting a little bit of everything.
G#m B
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
G#m D#m
It's the matador and the bull,
E B
It's the suggested daily dosage,
F#6sus4 G7
It's the red moon when it's full.
B E
All these psychics and these doctors,
B B/A# G#m
They're all right and they're all wrong,
B E
It's like trying to make out every word,
B G#m
When they should simply hum along.
B E
It's not some message written in the dark,
B B/A# G#m
Or some truth that no one's sees,
F#6sus4 G7 B
It's a little bit of everything.