CHORUS:
G5 F5
The Big Three killed my baby
G5 F5
No money in my hand again
G5 F5
The Big Three killed my baby
G5 F5
Nobody's coming home again
VERSE 1:
G5 G5 G5 N.C.
Their ideas make me wanna spit
F5 F5 F5 N.C.
A hundred dollars goes down the pit
G5 G5 G5 N.C.
Thirty-thousand wheels are rollin'
F5 F5 F5 N.C.
And my stick shift hands are swollen
G5 G5 G5 N.C.
Everything involved is shady
F5 F5 F5 N.C. G5
The Big Three killed my baby!
F5 G5 F5
Yeah, yeah yeah!
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
G5 G5 G5 N.C.
Why don't you take the day off and try to repair
F5 F5 F5 N.C.
A billion others don't seem to care
G5 G5 G5 N.C.
Better ideas are stuck in the mud
F5 F5 F5 N.C.
The motor's runnin' on Tucker's` blood `Preston Tucker, whose revolutionary automobile shop was run out of
G5 G5 G5 business by the "Big Three" Detroit automobile manufacturers
Don't let 'em tell you the future's electric (Ford, Chrysler and GM)
Bb5 Bb5 Bb5
'Cause gasoline's not measured in metric
B5 B5 B5
Thirty-thousand wheels are spinnin'
C5 C5 C5
And oil company faces are grinnin'
C#5 C#5 C#5
Now my hands are turnin' red
D5 D5 D5
And I found out my baby is dead!
G5 F5 G5 F5
Yeah, yeah yeah!
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
Well I've said it now, nothing's changed
People are burnin' for pocket change
And creative minds are lazy
And the Big Three killed baby!
Yeah yeah yeah!
VERSE 3:
G5 F5
And my baby's my common sense
G5 F5
So don't feed me planned obsolescence
G5 F5
Yeah my baby's my common sense
G5 F5
So don't feed me planned obsolescence (yeah!)
G5 N.C.
I'm about to have another blow-up!
F5 F5 F5 F#5 G5
Yeah
N.C.
I'm about to have another blow-up!
F5 F5 F5 F#5 G5
Death From Above:
Jack White:
Jack White:
