Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist Ramshackle Glory
Intro: D A G
Verse 1:
[D]Dalia [A]never showed me nothing but [G]kindness
[D]She would say: "I k[A]now how sad you g[G]et
[D]And some days, I still get that[A] way, but it gets [G]better.
[G]It gets better. It gets bette[D]r. Sweetie, it gets be[A]tter, I promise y[G]ou." And she tells me:
Chorus:
[D]Your heart is a[A] muscle the size of your[Bm] fist. Keep on lovin[G]g. Keep on
[D]fighting. And hold [A]on, And hold[G] on, hold on for your life.
Repeat Intro
Verse 2:
[D]Ian built a cabi[A]n in the woods to l[G]ive in.
[D]For years, terrifying n[A]oises kept him up at n[G]ight with a twelve gauge under his pillow.
[D]He's living in boston n[A]ow, going to a[G]rt school. i forgive him.
i f[D]orgive him. hell, i'll a[A]dmit it I'm proud of [G]him.
[D]Serena's an arc[A]hitect and a c[G]arpenter.
[D]She's such a femin[A]ist she says she isn't o[G]ne, because goddamn, my gender shouldn't matter.
[D]And her motorcycle gli[A]des through the streets of pro[G]vidence, down to the warehouse district.
[D]The paint j[A]ob is as stunning [G]as her knowledge of medieval building techniques.
Chorus:
[D]Your heart is a[A] muscle the size of your[Bm] fist. Keep on lovin[G]g. Keep on
[D]fighting. And hold [A]on, And hold[G] on, hold on for your life.
Bridge:
[D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [G] [D] [G]
[D]This one goes out to georgios.[A] he knows how to dance. abby[G] banks, your book is beautiful, and f**k
anyone who says otherwise.
[D]Scott, i love you and you ma[A]ke me glad to be alive[G]. i promise that i'm gonna pay you back.
[D]You always kno[A]w how funny ev[G]erything is, even when
i'm so s[D]erious that i[A]t's gonna be the death of [G]me. Like the time
[D]That our friend ch[A]uck came over to [G]our house.
[D]he said he needed so[A]mebody to take care of his p[G]ets, because he was going out of town.
[D]I asked him: "wh[G]ere?" and he said: "new m[G]exico." i asked if i could get a ride.
[D]He said: "[A]No, you don't want to f[G]ollow me where it is that I'm going."
Bridge 2:
[A]He pulled out of the drive way.[G] that was the last time we saw him, because he
[A]drove straight to his parent's[G] cabin and put a bullet in his head.
Chorus:
[D]Your heart is a[A] muscle the size of your[Bm] fist. Keep on lovin[G]g. Keep on
[D]fighting. And hold [A]on, And hold[G] on, hold on for your life.
Outro:
[D] [G] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [G]
[D] [G] [A] [D]
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