Biografía:
The Rubens are a four-piece alternative rock band originally from Menangle, New South Wales. The band comprises the three Margin brothers, Zaac, Sam and Elliott, and a childhood friend, Scott Baldwin. Their debut self-titled album The Rubens gained them domestic success with it reaching No. 3 on the ARIA Charts and being nominated for a J Award for Album of the Year.
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Artist: The Rubens
Song: Hallelujah
Album: Hoops
Capo: None
Tuning: Standard
(Apologies in advance for the lyrics)
[Intro]
E - A G
E - G A
[Verse]
E A G
Well, you're a fool in the back with a book in your hand and no handle on fun
E G A
You got the power to think and a heart with a beat, but you're using just one
E A G
I feel you're looking at me as if you're hoping to see I got a foot for a tongue
E G A
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, thank goodness you've come
[Chorus]
E
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Too late) What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
[Verse]
E A G
I'd like a kick in the teeth or a pat on the back if we're taking it slow
E G A
There'll be a sword in my side to siphon the life, create a venomous flow
E A G
You've got no message to preach, there's not a lot you can teach that I don't already know
E G A
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, thank goodness you've come
[Chorus]
E
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Too late) What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
[Solo]
E G F# F E
e|---0------x-xxx-x-xxx-xxx---|
B|---0------x-xxx-x-xxx xxx---|
G|---1------x-xxx-x-xxx-xxx---| x4
D|---2------5-554-4-443-332---|
A|---2------5-554-4-443-332---|
E|---0------3-332-2-221-110---|
[Verse]
E A G
Now I'm not sure of much but on love, you can bet that I ain't ever wrong
E G A
It's a thrill and a rush 'cause one moment it's here and the next it is gone
E A G
Chop me up into bits, put a pinch on my lips and call a feather a ton
E G A
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, thank goodness you've come
E A G
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, 'cause I'm a son of a gun
E G A
I'mma wait 'til you're done, 'cause I'm a son of a gun
[Chorus]
E
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Too late) What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Don't wait) For me Hunter, I'll be fault to you forever
A
(Don't wait) on my feeling that you're kneeling, you're a dancer
E
(Just take) Take a moment, slow your movement, now go faster
A
(I'm saved) Not a loser, 'cause you used her, hallelujah
Song: Hallelujah
Album: Hoops
Capo: None
Tuning: Standard
(Apologies in advance for the lyrics)
[Intro]
E - A G
E - G A
[Verse]
E A G
Well, you're a fool in the back with a book in your hand and no handle on fun
E G A
You got the power to think and a heart with a beat, but you're using just one
E A G
I feel you're looking at me as if you're hoping to see I got a foot for a tongue
E G A
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, thank goodness you've come
[Chorus]
E
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Too late) What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
[Verse]
E A G
I'd like a kick in the teeth or a pat on the back if we're taking it slow
E G A
There'll be a sword in my side to siphon the life, create a venomous flow
E A G
You've got no message to preach, there's not a lot you can teach that I don't already know
E G A
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, thank goodness you've come
[Chorus]
E
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Too late) What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
[Solo]
E G F# F E
e|---0------x-xxx-x-xxx-xxx---|
B|---0------x-xxx-x-xxx xxx---|
G|---1------x-xxx-x-xxx-xxx---| x4
D|---2------5-554-4-443-332---|
A|---2------5-554-4-443-332---|
E|---0------3-332-2-221-110---|
[Verse]
E A G
Now I'm not sure of much but on love, you can bet that I ain't ever wrong
E G A
It's a thrill and a rush 'cause one moment it's here and the next it is gone
E A G
Chop me up into bits, put a pinch on my lips and call a feather a ton
E G A
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, thank goodness you've come
E A G
'Cause I'm a son of a gun, 'cause I'm a son of a gun
E G A
I'mma wait 'til you're done, 'cause I'm a son of a gun
[Chorus]
E
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Too late) What's it to ya, what's it to ya, what's it
A
(I'm saved) Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle—
E
(Don't wait) For me Hunter, I'll be fault to you forever
A
(Don't wait) on my feeling that you're kneeling, you're a dancer
E
(Just take) Take a moment, slow your movement, now go faster
A
(I'm saved) Not a loser, 'cause you used her, hallelujah
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