28 chords by John Craigie

Verse 1:

B7      E      A
Jim Morrison, Miami County Prison,

        E       B7
lookin' out the window at the barbed wire fence

     A        E    A        E
Singing "This ain't for me, this rock and roll scene.

 A         E      B7
I should be writing poetry on a farm out in France.

     A           E     Fm       E
"Cause I can't see through the darkness. I can't feel no pain.

   A       E       Fm      E
Seems you lose your spark when you achieve your fame.

A          E    Fm  E
I could start it all over, I could escape.

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it to twenty eight

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it to twenty eight."

Verse 2:

B7      E         A
Janis Joplin, one foot in the coffin.

A         E        B7
Left that field a-rockin' and she walked on out the door.

      A      E           A      E
She put her head in her hands, she said "I've given all I can.

A            E       B7
I drain myself for these fans. I ain't never been this dry before.

   A           E          Fm        E
"But Imma move out of this Chelsea Hotel, stop drinking all the time.

   A        E     Fm        E
Stop blowin' Leonard Cohen and listening to him whine.

    A     E         Fm      E
Cause I know I am beautiful, I will prove it someday.

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it to twenty eight.

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it to twenty eight."

Verse 3:

  B7           E     A
And Kurt Cobain sat in his shed in the rain,

A        E         B7
stomach full of pain, eyes growin' dark.

       A     E       A         E
He said "I'm losing control. Ought to move down to San Francisco,

   A          E     B7
light candles at all of my shows and switch to acoustic guitars.

 A     E            Fm     E
"Cause this world don't need no more tension and hate.

    A        E       Fm   E
Needs a reason for these kids to stand up and create.

      A     E          Fm    E
And I could pull this trigger, or I could just walk away,

      A  E     B7   E
if I could only make it to twenty eight.

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it to twenty eight.

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it."

Opt. Verse:

B7        E        A
James M Hendrix, now he’s fallin’ sick

 A        E   B7
A dying flame on a wick, watching his fire die

      A       E   A          E
He said “I want to see my Angel; she’d catch me if I fell.

A           E     B7
I’m living some kinda hell; this world can pass me by”

  A       E         Fm     E
“Or I could make a difference, put an end to this war

   A      E       Fm         E
And offer out the peace and love that we all worked for

A     E          Fm     E
I know I’m inventive, and I’ll turn myself straight

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it to twenty eight

      A  E     B7   E
If I could only make it to twenty eight.”