Cifras
Mr. Misunderstood

Tono: G

Introducción: G    C9    G    C9    

dificultad
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Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
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Sitting in the back of the class  I was just like you
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Always left out, never fit in
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Owning that path you're walking in
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Mr. Misunderstood,                    Mr. Misunderstood
verse 2
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Now, your buddies get their rocks off on Top 40 radio
C9  
But you love your daddy's vinyl, old-time rock and roll
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Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard,
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and think Jeff Tweedy is one bad mother
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Mr. Misunderstood,                    Mr. Misunderstood
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One day you'll lead the charge, you'll lead the band
C9                              G  
Guitar Hero with lightning hands
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And the girls will like your tattoos and the veins in your arms
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They'll be helpless to your musical charms
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And they'll all hold up their hands
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And they'll all wanna dance
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With Mr. Misunderstood,                         Mr. Misunderstood
verse 3 (Strummed)
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First time I met Alabama Hannah, I was skinny as a rail
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Red hair tied up in a blue bandanna  she was hotter than the devil's Hell
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She turned me on to Back Porch Pickers, Jackson Pollock, and gin
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Her daddy didn't trust my intentions, so he turned to his daddy's old .410
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I'm Mr. Misunderstood,                         Mr. Misunderstood
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Had an ax to grind, so off I went
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Mad at the sun for coming up again
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I lost religion, found my soul in the blues
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Rubbed the velvet off my blue suede shoes
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Yeah, everybody held up their hands
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And every soul on Beale Street danced
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With Mr. Misunderstood,                      Mr. Misunderstood
verse 4 (Faster)
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So I went with it like a colt on my Plymouth
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Through the glass behind my rear-view
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Took a left when the world went right down 16th Avenue
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Played with fire and I played on ledges
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Every circus, stage, and county fair
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I tried to file my points, sand my edges, and I just grew out my hair
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I'm Mr. Misunderstood,                    I'm Mr. Misunderstood
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They're standing in line, chasing the buzz
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Til the next big things and already was
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And hell if they know what they're trying to find
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If it ain't that same old, been-done kind
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Yeah, gives the head-scratchers fits
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Wondering how in the hell they missed
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Mr. Misunderstood,                    Mr. Misunderstood
Verse 5
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Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes
C9  
Sitting in the back of the class  I was just like you
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Mr. Misunderstood (I understand)
(x5)
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I'm Mr. Misunderstood (let's go out of here)
Outro
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Na na nanana
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Na na nanana
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Na na nanana
C9  
Na na nanana