Egyptian Cowboy chords by Electric Six

Chords with lyrics

Artist: Electric Six
Title: Egyptian Cowboy

A augmentedA

A7A7
Strange raves on a Detroit bridge
A7A7
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
A7A7
She was talking to the Buick
A7A7
She was cutting the tequila with bleach
A7A7
And she said to me
    DmDm          FF
There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
   A augmentedA          C majorC
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
 DmDm             C majorC                A7A7
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
A7A7
Hey, come on and kill.

(In the next part, A7A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)

A7A7
I think this city could have used a woman's touch
A7A7
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
A7A7
Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7A7
Everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7A7
When I go from point A augmentedA to point BB I want thrills and
A7A7
Chills and blood to spill
       DmDm          FF
But there's never any people on the people mover -
     A augmentedA          C majorC
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover
    DmDm         FF               A augmentedA
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
A augmentedA
Standing still!
Eb MajorEb         C minorCm
These songs don't write themselves
   AbAb          FF
I've got a music workshop run by elves
    Eb MajorEb        C minorCm
Making dozens of records by the twelves
AbAb            FF
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
Eb MajorEb
Let me state
C minorCm        AbAb
My state of mind, mind, mind
     C#C#
Is just fine.

(Again: In the next part, A7A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)

A7A7
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
A7A7
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
A7A7
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
A7A7
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
A7A7
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
A7A7
And she said to me
    DmDm          FF
There's no such thing as an electric tuba
    A augmentedA          C minorCm
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
   DmDm            FF             A augmentedA
The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill

Yeah, kill!

Eb MajorEb      C minorCm
My songs are tasty pies,
AbAb           FF
Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
    Eb MajorEb        C minorCm
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
AbAb           FF
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
Eb MajorEb   C minorCm       AbAb   C#C#
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?

(Again: In the next part, A7A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)

A7A7
Shake that tambourine!
A7A7
Shake that shaker machine!
A7A7
Shake it, low.
A7A7
Shake it, high.
A7A7
Shake it.
A7A7
Shake it.

Outro:

C minorCm AbAb  FF  Eb MajorEb AbAb FF C minorCm FF

Eb MajorEb AbAb C minorCm Eb MajorEb C minorCm AbAb FF Eb MajorEb

AbAb FF