Leftovers Chords & Lyrics by Johnny Flynn
Leftovers
guitar chords lyrics
Capo at 4
Hammer-on the A string during the G6 chord if playing with a band (optional if alone)
Hammer-on both finger changes between C and Fmaj7 if playing with a band (again,
optional if alone)
Fmaj7 is played: 003210
G6 is played: 320000
Intro: Repeat C Fmaj7 until start.
C Fmaj7
I've been drooling
C Fmaj7
At some mangy scraps of bread
C Fmaj7
And these hungry voices
C Fmaj7
Make a lot of noise inside my head
G6
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Fmaj7
Or the bins at closing time
C Fmaj7
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
C Fmaj7
From a fish without its prime
Am C
Leftovers is what I want
Am C
Don't need no fine cuisine
Am C
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Am C
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Been hanging round the underground
Found a couple of crumbs down there
Was lucky and got some flotsam
From a girl with long brown hair
She said her name was Mary May
And she liked the springtime, oh
She said she left the meal half ate
She said she left the crusts of toast
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
She'd been seeing a man named Jim
I said I didn't mind
Said the second place is just my style
I'd glasses for the line
I felt she was keen to come
And I knew I'd met my match
I was sure that I had locked the door
And she had dropped the latch
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
I said, "Bring your dark eyes honey"
She said, "You bring yours"
Said I don't take second glance
So she walked out the door
I walked after her, it weighed me down
And asked her why she left
She said she only dealt leftovers
And that all else felt like theft
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
If you see her say hello
She'll be out handing scraps
But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled
By forces off the maps
Show me the way to the rubbish dump
Or the bins at closing time
I'd walk a mile just to catch a smile
From a fish without its prime
Leftovers is what I want
Don't need no fine cuisine
Give me a dime for bacon rind
Or slip me some of that old sardine
