Biography:
The Fratellis is an alternative rock band from Glasgow, Scotland who took their name from the villains in the film "The Goonies" (although, by coincidence, Barry's mother's maiden name is in fact Fratelli). The band consisted of lead vocalist and guitarist Jon Fratelli (real name John Lawler), bass guitarist Barry Fratelli (real name Barry Wallace), and drummer, backing vocalist, occasional guitarist and banjo player Mince Fratelli (real name Gordon McRory).
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- Medusa In Chains
- Milk And Money
- Mon Yous Mon Us But No Them
- Nina
- She's Not Gone Yet But She's Leaving
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- A Heady Tale
- B Movie Saga
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- Boy Scout To The End
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- Down The Road And Back Again
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- Gutterati
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- Milk Money
- Mistress Mabel
- Moonshine
- My Friend John
- Nobodys Favourite Actor
- Oh Scarlett
- Ole Black N Blue Eyes
- Pimp
- Pretty Like A Girl
- Rock N Roll Will Break Your Heart
- Rosanna
- Seven Nights Seven Days
- Shes Not Gone Yet But Shes Leaving
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- Sometimes You Just Cant Win
- Soul Crush
- Stacie Anne
- Stand Up Tragedy
- Star Crossed Losers
- Starcrossed Losers
- Steamin
- Stragglers Moon
- Sugartown
- Tell Me A Lie
- The Good Life
- The Next Time We Wed
- They Go Down
- Thief
- This Is Not The End Of The World
- This Old Ghost Town
- Too Much Talk In Tokyo
- Too Much Wine
- Until She Saves My Soul
- We Need Medicine Acoustic
- When All The Lights Go Out
- Whisky Saga
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Down the Road and Back... Again...
from "Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied" (2015)
The Fratellis
| A E | B |
B E G#m
. She never came from Miami F-L-A
A B E G#m
. She never "found herself" like other girls, they say
A B E C#m F#m B
. She had the kind of face you'd never even miss, invisible in bliss
E C#m F#m B
She couldn't understand why nobody felt like this
B E G#m
. She walked a mile in a faithless pair of heels
A B E G#m
. Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels
A B E C#m F#m B
. To be the kind of girl that everyone adored high upon a score board
E C#m F#m B
Smiling through her teeth, wild as thunder underneath
A E B E
High, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E
La la la la
B E G#m
. He never told himself ambition wasn't real
A B E G#m
. He taught his eyes to think and his brain how to feel
A B E C#m
. He got his wires crossed and couldn't raise a smile
F#m B
Made sense once in a while
E C#m F#m B
Countin' down the days 'til his clothes came back in style
B E G#m
. He couldn't see how anythin' was right or wrong
A B E G#m
. He knew the words and tune but he didn't know the song
A B E C#m
. He spoke a language that he couldn't barely speak
F#m B
An out-of-date technique
E C#m F#m B
And though he was just blood and bone he always felt unique
A E B E
High, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E | B E |
La la la la . . . & 4
A C#m E B F#m
Each and every last one in denial
A C#m E B F#m
Countin' every minute 'til it seems worthwhile
A C#m E B F#m
Draggin' behind them every last heartache
A C#m E B F#m
Singin' "Jesus forgive me" for their own sweet sake
G#m A B C
In a fever . . nothin' better . .
C D |E | E |
When your soul's at stake
A E B E
And high, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessing the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
. Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
| A E | B E | A E | B E | A E | B E | A E | B E |
Charted by Dexex
I write chord charts to show how, as a rhythm guitarist,
I play songs. I don't claim they are the "right" way. They're not
intended to be taken as tabs which notate exactly how a song was played
on a recording.
from "Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied" (2015)
The Fratellis
| A E | B |
B E G#m
. She never came from Miami F-L-A
A B E G#m
. She never "found herself" like other girls, they say
A B E C#m F#m B
. She had the kind of face you'd never even miss, invisible in bliss
E C#m F#m B
She couldn't understand why nobody felt like this
B E G#m
. She walked a mile in a faithless pair of heels
A B E G#m
. Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels
A B E C#m F#m B
. To be the kind of girl that everyone adored high upon a score board
E C#m F#m B
Smiling through her teeth, wild as thunder underneath
A E B E
High, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E
La la la la
B E G#m
. He never told himself ambition wasn't real
A B E G#m
. He taught his eyes to think and his brain how to feel
A B E C#m
. He got his wires crossed and couldn't raise a smile
F#m B
Made sense once in a while
E C#m F#m B
Countin' down the days 'til his clothes came back in style
B E G#m
. He couldn't see how anythin' was right or wrong
A B E G#m
. He knew the words and tune but he didn't know the song
A B E C#m
. He spoke a language that he couldn't barely speak
F#m B
An out-of-date technique
E C#m F#m B
And though he was just blood and bone he always felt unique
A E B E
High, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessin' the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
Oh Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E | B E |
La la la la . . . & 4
A C#m E B F#m
Each and every last one in denial
A C#m E B F#m
Countin' every minute 'til it seems worthwhile
A C#m E B F#m
Draggin' behind them every last heartache
A C#m E B F#m
Singin' "Jesus forgive me" for their own sweet sake
G#m A B C
In a fever . . nothin' better . .
C D |E | E |
When your soul's at stake
A E B E
And high, high in the sky, out of reach of you and I
A E B
Witnessing the days go by. Don't it make a poor girl cry?
A E B E
. Lord, it's a sin, all this pain we're livin' in
A E B E
Don't it make your poor head spin down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
A E B E
La la la la down the road and back again
| A E | B E | A E | B E | A E | B E | A E | B E |
Charted by Dexex
I write chord charts to show how, as a rhythm guitarist,
I play songs. I don't claim they are the "right" way. They're not
intended to be taken as tabs which notate exactly how a song was played
on a recording.
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