Chords
Jesus Stole My Baby

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
G            F                    G            F  
Jesus stole my baby
G            F                    G            F  
Jesus stole my girl
G                              F                         G                         F  
He took her away for an hour every Sunday
Dm                                            C                      D  
And cut all of her beautiful curls
G                 F              G              F  
She was always easy
G            F                            G            F  
Seven days of the week
G                            F                                 G                      F  
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before
Dm                                                         C                              D  
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique
G                                              F                    G                    F  
Said that she just wants to save me
G                                                              F                              G            F  
Said you can't go on the way that you are
G                                            F                                            G                                 F  
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
                        Dm                                 C                      D  
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar
 F      G      D)  
F      G                                 D         F                         G                 D  
                  And it's a long time since she was mine,
        F                 G         D  
Pretending I am fine
F                 G              F                         B7                    A  
Another simple boy on the telephone line
                             D              F              G                      D  
And though she is living here with me
          F              G            D  
I'm aching to be free
          F                    G              F                    B7            A  
She takes it all so god damn seriously
 G      F)  
                          G                                    F                                 G                         F  
Well I've always been in love with her treasure
                     G                                         F                              G                    F  
But she might as well be locked up in chains
                  G                              F                         G                         F  
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low
          Dm                                      C                         D  
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains
G                                                 F                              G                 F  
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
          G                                            F                            G              F  
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
          G                         F                              G            F  
I'd ask him to send home my baby again
                             Dm                                 C                                      D  
So she can see what kinda state I've been in
G            F                    G              F  
Jesus stole my baby
        G            F                                    G            F  
So maybe I should steal his
          G                         F  
She used to be mine
                                  G                         F  
Now she's so dull and divine
                             Dm                                              C                            D  
May not be nice but that's the way that it is
 F      G      D)  
F      G                            D         F            G                    D  
                     And I'm lost here among the clowns
F            G              D  
Jesus men in gowns
          F                 G      F              B7                 A  
All sandals and out of tune guitars
                     D                    F         G         D  
And she talks in terrified tones
        F         G      D  
Of skeleton bones
F                      G                      F                 B7      A  
Screaming through a mangled microphone
F      G                                 D         F                         G                 D  
                  And it's a long time since she was mine,
        F                 G         D  
Pretending I am fine
F                 G              F                         B7                    A  
Another simple boy on the telephone line
                             D              F              G                      D  
And though she is living here with me
          F              G            D  
I'm aching to be free
          F                    G              F                    B7            A  
She takes it all so god damn seriously
( A ) (2x)
 B7      G)  
Dm      C      G