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Pumped Up Kicks

Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People
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Tabbed by: J-Dawg
Email: Unstoppabull1@live.com

Link to the acoustic version - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAZwmT4sjy0

Tuning: standard
Capo 7

-Verse-
      Em          G         D         A
e|----0-0-0-------3-3-333---2-2-202---0-0-000---------|
B|----0-0-0-------3-3-333---3-3-333---2-2-222---------|
G|----0-0-0-------0-0-000---2-2-222---2-2-222---------|
D|----2-2-2-------0-0-000---0-0-000---2-2-222---------|
A|----2-2-2-------2-2-222-------------0-0-000---------|
E|----0-0-0---2---3-3-333-----------------------------|


[Verse]
Em                        G
Robert's got a quick hand
      D
He'll look around the room
         A
He won't tell you his plan
     Em                     G
He's got a rolled cigarette
        D
hanging out his mouth
       A
He's a cowboy kid
         Em                      G
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
       D
In his dad's closet
       A
with a box of fun things
    Em                   G
And I don't even know what
         D                          A
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you


[Chorus]
Em                          G
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
             D                 A
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
Em                          G
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
             D                 A
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet


[Verse]
Em                    G
Daddy works a long day
      D                            A
He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
         Em                    G
And he's bringing me a surprise
        D                                A
Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
     Em                     G
I've waited for a long time
          D                          A
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
  Em                      G
I reason with my cigarette
             D
And say your hair's on fire
              A
You must have lost your wits, yeah


[Chorus]
Em                          G
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
             D                A
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
Em                          G
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
             D                A
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Em                          G
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
             D                A
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
Em                          G
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
             D                A
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet