During verse During chorus G/C G/B G/A G G/D D/F# D D/E Em7 Em7 e|---3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----2-----2-----2----------3--------------3------| B|---3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----3----------3--------------3------| G|---0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----2-----2-----2----------0--------------0------| D|---------------------------0-----------0----------------2--------------2------| A|---3-----2-----0-------------------------------------------------------2------| E|---------------------3-----------2-----------0-------------------------0------| Intro: G/C G/B G/A G Em7 G/D G/C G/B G/A G Verse 1: G G/B G G/B G G/B D/F# My brother's a fascist, lives in Palacios, fishes the pier every night D/F# D D/F# D D/F# D G He hoslters his glock in a double retention, he smokes while he waits for a bite G G/D G G/D He don't like the Muslims, he don't like the Jews G/C G/B G/A Em7 He don't like the Blacks and he don't trust the news D D/F# D D/F# D D/E D/F# G He hates the Hispanics and alternative views, he'll tell you it's tough to be white
Verse 2: G G/D G G/D G G/B D/F# My sister's a Christian, she likes to go fishin', she don't mind my brother at all D/F# D D/F# D D/F# D G He puts her on redfish and flounder and trout, and they tear up the flats in the fall G Em7 G G/B She gets back to Dallas all sun burnt and sour G/C G/B G/A Em7 Worn out from slinging plugs hour after hour D D/F# D D/F# D D/E D/F# G Seeing spots when she closes here eyes in the shower, she don't see a conflict at all Chorus 1: G/C G It's the state of the union I guess D/F# D G It's always been iffy at best G/C G/D Em7 We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed D/F# G It's the state of the union I guess G/C G/D Em7 We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed D/F# G It's the state of the union I guess Interlude: G/C G/B G/A G G/D Em7 G/D G/B G G/A G/B G/C G/C G/B G/A G G/D D/F# G Verse 3: G G/D G G/D G G/B D/F# Mother turned eighty, consummate lady, we took her to Golden Corral D/F# D D/F# D D/F# D G 'Cos she likes the Yeast Rolls and Bourbon Street Chicken, we oughta known better by now G G/B G G/B 'Cos me and my brother got into it good G/C G/B G/A Em7 I called him a hick and he called me a hood D D/F# D D/F# D D/E D/F# G G/D He said Dad always treated his Mexican's good, I guess you think you're better somehow Verse 4: G G/D G G/D G G/B D/F# Yeah you think you're better, cardigan sweater, snowflake if ever there was D/F# D D/F# D D/F# D G You think you're so cool 'cos you did good in school, you got whipped every day on the bus G G/B G G/B Sister let out for the shop and got worse G/C G/B G/A Em7 Went to Wednesday night prayer at the new Christian church D D/F# D D/F# D D/E D/F# G With a cross on her neck and a nine in her purse, she might be the wisest of us Chorus 2: G/C G It's the state of the union I guess D/F# D G We're all in a hell of a mess G/C G/D Em7 We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed D/F# G It's the state of the union I guess G/C G It's the state of the union I say D/F# D G Christmas dinner, might be hell to pay G/C G/D Em7 So how 'bout them Cowboys and have a blessed day D/F# G It's the state of the union I say G/C G It's the state of the union I guess D/F# D G It's always been iffy at best G/C G/D Em7 We'll do all we're able with what we got left D/F# G It's the state of the union I guess G/C G/D Em7 We'll do all we're able with what we got left D/F# G It's the state of the union I guess
Alternative guitar chords and tabs for State Of The Union by James Mcmurtry