Hands Up chords by Parker Millsap

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:
E

Verse 1:
E                     A     E
Easy or hard kid it's up to you
                           A           E
I don't wanna be here any more than you do
         A
See the lump in my jacket?
B
Yeah that's a pistol
C#m
Open up the register
    D
And grab me a fistful
   A                                                   E
Of twenty dollar bills but keep your hands where I can see 'em
      A                                  E
I got babies at home and brother I gotta feed 'em

Verse 2:
N.C.                      A       E
I know you think I'm some kind of trash
                         A         E
Stickin' up a kid at the Quik-Trip gas
         A                        B
But I've been to the desert man I served three tours
C#m                                 D
Crawlin' in the dirt while you were sweepin' the floors
         A                                             Em
And it's hard to keep a job when you just can't pretend
         B                                             A
That you never heard a body bag zipping over your best friend

Chorus:
N.C.             E A
Put your hands up
                 E A
Put your hands up
                 E A
Put your hands up
               B Bm E
Put your hands up

Verse 3:
E                  A          E
I did what anybody else would do
                             A        E
I went the church sat in the very last pew
A                         B
Preacher said Jesus would save my soul
       C#m                          D
But he never showed up when we were out on patrol
      A                                       N.C.  Em
And a bomb went off and there he was pointing at me
          Bm                            B                 A
He didn't speak a word of English but I swear I heard him scream

Chorus:
N.C.              E A
Put your hands up
                  E A
Put your hands up
                  E A
Put your hands up
               B Bm
Put your hands up

Bridge:
  A                      Am
I ain't a bad man just a man outta luck
      E
And I know how it feels how it feels to be stuck
     Am
Like everywhere you're turning the door's slammed shut
      E                                                A
Now I hate to be the one to pour the salt down in your cut
N.C.         E         A
But put your hands up

Outro:
E A E A B

B                  E A E A E A E A E
 Put your hands up