{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":772499,"song":"Leftovers","artist":"Johnny Flynn","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11590478-leftovers-chords-by-johnny-flynn/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/772499?type=chord","rating":3.54536,"votes":6,"content":"Leftovers by Johnny Flynn\r\nStandard Tuning\r\nCapo 4th Fret -\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]         [ch]F[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]               [ch]F[/ch]\r\nI've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread[/tab]\r\nAnd these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                          [ch]F[/ch]\r\nShow me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]                          [ch]F[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]F[/ch]\r\nI've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine[/tab]\r\n\r\n[ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]                 [ch]F[/ch]\r\nBeen hanging round the underground[/tab]\r\nFound a couple of crumbs down there\r\nWas lucky and got some flotsam\r\nFrom a girl with long brown hair\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]            \r\nShe said her name was Mary May and[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]\r\nShe liked the springtime most[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nShe said she left her meals[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F[/ch]                         [ch]C[/ch]                  [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHalf ate she said and she left the crusts of toast[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]      [ch]C[/ch]\r\nLeftovers is what I want[/tab]\r\nDon't need no fine cuisine\r\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\r\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\r\n\r\nShe'd been seeing a man named Jim\r\nI said I didn't mind\r\nSaid that second place is just my style\r\nLike glasses for the blind\r\nI thought she was kin to kind\r\nI knew I'd met my match\r\nAnd I was sure that I had locked the door\r\nAnd she had dropped the latch\r\n\r\nLeftovers is what I want\r\nDon't need no fine cuisine\r\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\r\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\r\n\r\nI said \"bring your dark eyes honey\"\r\nShe said \"you bring yours\"\r\nSaid I don't take second glances\r\nAs she walked out the door\r\nI walked after her and waved her down\r\nAnd asked her why she left\r\nShe said she only dealt leftovers\r\nAnd that all else felt like theft\r\n\r\nLeftovers is what I want\r\nDon't need no fine cuisine\r\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\r\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\r\n\r\nLeftovers is what I want\r\nDon't need no fine cuisine\r\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\r\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\r\n\r\nIf you see her, say hello\r\nShe'll be out handing scraps\r\nBut don't be fooled, her heart is ruled\r\nBy forces off the maps\r\nShow me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time\r\nI've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine\r\n\r\nLeftovers is what I want\r\nDon't need no fine cuisine\r\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\r\nOr slip me some of that old sardine","plain_text":"Leftovers by Johnny Flynn\nStandard Tuning\nCapo 4th Fret -\n\n\n\nAnd these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head\n\n\n\nC F C F\n\n\nFound a couple of crumbs down there\nWas lucky and got some flotsam\nFrom a girl with long brown hair\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDon't need no fine cuisine\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\n\nShe'd been seeing a man named Jim\nI said I didn't mind\nSaid that second place is just my style\nLike glasses for the blind\nI thought she was kin to kind\nI knew I'd met my match\nAnd I was sure that I had locked the door\nAnd she had dropped the latch\n\nLeftovers is what I want\nDon't need no fine cuisine\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\n\nI said \"bring your dark eyes honey\"\nShe said \"you bring yours\"\nSaid I don't take second glances\nAs she walked out the door\nI walked after her and waved her down\nAnd asked her why she left\nShe said she only dealt leftovers\nAnd that all else felt like theft\n\nLeftovers is what I want\nDon't need no fine cuisine\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\n\nLeftovers is what I want\nDon't need no fine cuisine\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\nOr slip me some of that old sardine\n\nIf you see her, say hello\nShe'll be out handing scraps\nBut don't be fooled, her heart is ruled\nBy forces off the maps\nShow me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time\nI've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine\n\nLeftovers is what I want\nDon't need no fine cuisine\nGive me a dime for bacon rind\nOr slip me some of that old sardine","chords":["C","F","G","Am"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}