Worry Too Much
By Buddy Miller
CD: Universal United House Of Prayer
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
12/22/2004

Barre chords sound best in this song!


Capo 1 (or no capo and use F, D#, A# and C as the chords)


         Em
It's the demolition derby, it's the sport of the hunt 
Em             D             A              D               Em
Proud tribe in full war-dance, it's the slow smile that the bully gives the runt 
Em
it's the force of inertia, it's the lack of constraint 
         Em            D                  A                 D                   Em
it's the children out playing in the rock garden all dolled-up in black hats and war paint 


Chorus:
B
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel I cannot bend with my hands 
Em D       A         Em
O-o-oh - I worry too much 
Em       D              A         Em
Somebody told me that I worry too much 
Em D       A         Em
O-o-oh - I worry too much 
Em       D              A            Em
Somebody told me that I worry tooooo much 



It's these sandpaper eyes, it's the way they rub the luster from what is seen 
It's the way we tell ourselves that all these things are normal till we can't remember what we mean 
It's the flicker of our flames, it's the friction born of living 
It's the way we beat a hot retreat and heave our smoking guns into the river 

Chorus

Hey yea-e-eh


It's the quick-step march of history, the vanity of nations 
It's the way there'll be no muffled drums to mark the passage of my generation 
It's the children of my children, it's the lambs born in innocence 
It's wondering if the good I know will last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones

Chorus