BRAD LOGAN
California sun has sunk
Am G C
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night
C F
I was high on junk
Am G C
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right
C F
Will every ?crimmin' hood? make a bargain with the world
F C
Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb
C F
I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision
F C
Just because there was no other decicion
F C
| e | | |
| B | | |
| G | | |
| D | | 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 3 2 |
| A | 0 1 3 3 1 0 | 3 3 3 3 |
| E | 1 | |
Cause it's wild When it's
Am G
| e | | |
| B | | |
| G | 2 2 1 1 0 0 | 0 |
| D | 4 3 2 1 | 4 3 2 1 |
| A | \double / | \double / 4 4 3 3 |
| E | \notes / | \notes/ |
Wild wild wild wild
Now you go back to the corus (california sun.....)
C F
I get destructive outside obedience
F C
I'm no longer respected in this new transition
C F
I put into effect, my long time standard
F C
Disastrous living, disastrous living!
(Cause it's wild...)
(corus)
Solo transcribed for guitar:
C F C
| e | | |
| B | | |
| G | | |
| D | | |
| A | 0h3 3 0 | 0 0 0 0 |
| E | 3 3 3 3 | 3 3 3 3 |
F C
| e | | |
| B | | |
| G | | |
| D | 1 1 1 1 0 1 0 | 0 |
| A | 3 | 3 3 3 |
| E | 3 | 3 3 3 |
(Cause it's wild...)
(California sun has sunk...)
(Corus (w/chef))
C (strike once)
All right!