Intro
E A E
B6sus4 G7 E
C#m G6sus4 A
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[Verse]
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With his back against the San Francisco traffic
B6sus4 G7 E
On the bridges side that faces towards the jail
C#m G6sus4 A
Setting out to join a demographic,
E A E
He hoists his first leg up over the rail.
E A E
C# phone call's made, police cars show up quickly.
B6sus4 G7 E
The sergeant slams his passenger door.
C#m G6sus4 A
He says, Hey son why don't you talk through this with me,
E A E
Just tell me what you're doing it for.
[Chorus]
C#m E
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
C#m G#m
It's the mountains, it's the fog,
A E
It's the news at six o'clock,
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It's the death of my first dog.
E A
It's the angels up above me,
E E/D# C#m
It's the song that they don't sing,
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It's a little bit of everything.
[Verse]
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There's an older man who stands in a buffet line,
B6sus4 G7 E
He is smiling and he's holding out his plate,
C#m G6sus4 A
And the further he looks back into his timeline,
E A E
That hard road always led him to today.
E A E
Making up for when his bright future had left him,
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Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
C#m G6sus4 A
And letting everything out once, his server asks him,
E A E
Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?
[Chorus]
C#m E
I want a little bit of everything,
C#m G#m
The biscuits and the beans,
A E
Whatever helps me to forget about
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The things that brought me to my knees.
E A
So pile on those mashed potatoes,
E E/D# C#m
And an extra chicken wing,
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I'm having a little bit of everything.
[Solo]
[Verse]
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Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
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To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
C#m G6sus4 A
Her man says, Baby, can I make an observation?
E A E
You don't seem to be having any fun at all.
E A E
She said, You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
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And rest assured that this is making me feel good,
C#m G6sus4 A
I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
E A E
If you can give yourself to someone, then you should.
[Chorus]
C#m E
Cause it's a little bit of everything,
C#m G#m
The way you joke, the way you ache,
A E
It is getting up before you,
B6sus4 G7
So I could watch you as you wake.
E A
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 everything.
C#m E
Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
C#m G#m
It's the matador and the bull,
A E
It's the suggested daily dosage,
B6sus4 G7
It's the red moon when it's full.
E A
All these psychics and these doctors,
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They're all right and they're all wrong,
E A
It's like trying to make out every word,
E C#m
When they should simply hum along.
E A
It's not some message written in the dark,
E E/D# C#m
Or some truth that no one's sees,
B6sus4 G7 E
It's a little bit of everything.