Leaving La chords by Father John Misty

Chord notes: The F is played fairly quickly, just listen to get the strumming right. The C/G is a standard C
chord with the G note added on the low E, play the original root note too! Here is a what a Bdim7 looks like.

Bdim7
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[VERSE]
C/G          F      G
I was living on the hill,
                       F      C/G
By the water tower and hiking trails,
                         F      G
When the big one hit I’d have a seat,
                                        F        C/G
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free,
Em          Bdim7   Am
O baby it’s time to leave,
         G                          F   C/G
Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans,
Em                          Bdim7     Am
Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens,
        G                              F         C/G
5 foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans.

C/G                        F        G
These LA phonies and their bullshit bands,
                            F   C/G
Sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant,
                                       F     G
So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece,
                            F         C/G
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks”
Em                           Bdim7   Am
You can hear it all over the airwaves,
    G                        F     C/G
The manufactured gasp of the final days,
               Em                            Bdim7      Am
Someone should tell them ‘bout the time that they don’t have,
              G                       F        C/G
To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past.

The rest of the song follows this chord and strumming pattern, I'm not going to arbitrarily copy and paste it
for every line.

[STANDARD TUNING VERSION]

Bb/F         Eb      F
I was living on the hill,
                       Eb      Bb/F
By the water tower and hiking trails,
                         Eb      F
When the big one hit I’d have a seat,
                                        Eb        Bb/F
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free,
Em          Bdim7   Am
O baby it’s time to leave,
         F                          Eb   Bb/F
Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans,
Em                          Bdim7     Am
Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens,
        F                              Eb         Bb/F
5 foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans.

Bb/F                        Eb        F
These LA phonies and their bullshit bands,
                            Eb   Bb/F
Sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant,
                                       Eb     F
So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece,
                            Eb         Bb/F
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks”
Em                           Bdim7   Am
You can hear it all over the airwaves,
    F                        Eb     Bb/F
The manufactured gasp of the final days,
               Em                            Bdim7      Am
Someone should tell them ‘bout the time that they don’t have,
              F                       Eb        Bb/F
To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past.

[STANDARD TUNING CAPO VERSION](CAPO 1)

A/E          D      E
I was living on the hill,
                       D      A/E
By the water tower and hiking trails,
                         D      E
When the big one hit I’d have a seat,
                                        D        A/E
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free,
Em          Bdim7   Am
O baby it’s time to leave,
         E                          D   A/E
Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans,
Em                          Bdim7     Am
Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens,
        E                              D         A/E
5 foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans.

A/E                        D        E
These LA phonies and their bullshit bands,
                            D   A/E
Sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant,
                                       D     E
So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece,
                            D         A/E
Entitled "The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks”
Em                           Bdim7   Am
You can hear it all over the airwaves,
    E                        D     A/E
The manufactured gasp of the final days,
               Em                            Bdim7      Am
Someone should tell them ‘bout the time that they don’t have,
              E                       D        A/E