Biography:
Foxboro Hot Tubs is a side project of the members of popular alternative rock band Green Day. Formed in 2007 in San Francisco, California, United States, the band was created as an outlet for 60's garage influenced music the band was recording at the time. The band consists of Billie Joe Armstrong (lead vocals), Mike Dirnt (bass), Tré Cool (drums), Jason White (lead guitar, vocals), Jason Freese (keyboards) and Kevin Preston (guitar). Armstrong,
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Highway 1, tb by whatsername - www.whatsername.at
Intro one, two – a one, two three, four you doing it fucking wrong
Verse1
B D E A B I´m on A midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Chorus
E
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
E B B
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
E
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
F#
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
G A
I'm al--ive!!!
Verse2
B D E A B
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm al—ive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme B D E A B
Verse3
B D E A B
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
B D E A B C'mon!
B D E A B Hahaha!
2x B D E A B
Intro one, two – a one, two three, four you doing it fucking wrong
Verse1
B D E A B I´m on A midnight dead trip
I'm on a mission from God.
A stolen car and a death wish.
To hell on Highway 1
Chorus
E
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
E B B
I'm gonna fly til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
E
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
F#
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
G A
I'm al--ive!!!
Verse2
B D E A B
As the wind comes off the ocean.
And my hair is combed just right.
I'm in a stolen locomotion.
Straight out of 1965.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
So, pass the bottle, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my friends and a shark skin jacket.
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up 'til I die.
I'm al—ive, Whoo!!
Guitar Solo 4x verse theme B D E A B
Verse3
B D E A B
Well, on the night before the supper.
And I'm gonna smash the glass just right.
So, give me one good dose of thunder.
Before I fall on my ass tonight.
Chorus E E B B E E F# G A
Four on the floor, a hundred miles per hour.
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires can't fly no more, C'mon!
I've got my blues, gonna make a racket.
Nothing to lose but this straight jacket on too tight.
I'm al--ive!!!
B D E A B C'mon!
B D E A B Hahaha!
2x B D E A B
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