Tragically Hip - Gift Shop Chords

 
         
         
         
         
X
X
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
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1
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4
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X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
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X
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3 fr
         
         
         
         
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1
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8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
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X
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
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X
1
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4
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3 fr
         
         
         
         
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X
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
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X
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
X
X
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
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X
1
3
4
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X
X
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
X
X
X
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
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X
         
         
         
         
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3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Riff i

                This part repeats a bunch
A---5-------3---|:---0-5------3-------:|
E---------------|:--------------------:|
Fill I
A---0-3-----10-----

Riff ii

G-7-------5---7---5----7------
D-7-------5---7---5----7------
A-5-------5---5---5----5------
G-----------------------------

Intro

Riff I a few times.

Riff i

The beatiful lull, the dangerous tug we get to feel small from high up above and after a glimpse Fill I Over the top

Riff i

The rest of the world Fill I Becomes a gift shop. Riff I x 2

Riff ii

The pendulum swings for the horse like a man out over the rim is ice cream to him the beautiful lull D5da D5da C5da A5duh the dangerous tug C5da C5da D5da G5duh we get to fell small D5 D5 C5 A5 but not G5out of place at all Some solo thing I can't get goes here. Use this scale.
   13
E|-x-|---|---|-x-|
B|-x-|---|---|-x-|
G|-x-|---|-x-|---|
D|-x-|---|-x-|---|
A|-x-|---|-x-|---|
E|-x-|---|---|-x-|
13 Additional lyrics: We're forced to bed but we're free to dream all us human extras, all us herded beings and after a glimpse over the top the rest of the world becomes a gift shop. I don't know what to believe. Sometimes I even forget and if its a lie, terrorists made me say it the beautiful lull, the dangerous tug we get to fell small from high up above from high up above