Warren Zevon – Hit Somebody chords

God bless Warren Zevon

(tabbed by the Hound Dog King)

NOTE:  Keep in mind that this is a piano based song and chords have different 
variations and inversions that aren't practical on a guitar.  Below are simply the 
base chords.  Add filler notes as you see fit and play with your Canadian friends!




       D                         BmHe was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
   G               D             AHe started playing hockey by the time he was nine
    D                                    GHis dad took the hose and froze the back yard
    D                           A        DAnd Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
   G                       A  BmHe grew up big and he grew up tough
   D                           A          BmHe saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
       G           A           DBut he wasn't that good with a puck


Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than six hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon
           G                     ASon, we've always got room for a goon"



CHORUS
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           D      A      BmThere were Swedes to the left of him
D        A      BmRussians to the right
  D     A      Bm        G             AA Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
G           D          Bm             EBrains over brawn-that might work for you
    G          D      A           BmBut what's a Canadian farm boy to do
     G          D             A      DWhat else can a farm boy from Canada do
    G          D      A           BmBut what's a Canadian farm boy to do
     G          D             A      DWhat else can a farm boy from Canada do


Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for

DProtection is what you're here for
GProtection-it's the stars that score
DProtection-kick somebody's ass
GProtection-don't put the biscuit in the basket just


Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
   G                    AHe just wanted one damn goal


CHORUS
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There were Swedes at the the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head
Brains over brawn-that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
     G          D             A      BmWhat else can a farm boy from Canada do


       G     D              AIn his final season, on his final night
G           D              ABuddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
G              (Em)      F#/A        BmThirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
     G                   A       BmAnd suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal


The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through
The big man crumbled but he felt all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light


CHORUS
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There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth-that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada do