Transpose up (k) Transpose down (j) Cycle song versions (v) Toggle Nashville chords (n) Toggle lyrics only (z) Toggle modulation (m) ------------------------- Jump to artists index (i) Jump to current artists index (I) Jump to song index Jump to tunings index Jump to folk index Jump to theory page ------------------------- Toggle multicolumn Toggle dark mode ------------------------- Find song (f) Random song (r) Random song (current artist) (R)

White Stripes : Icky Thump
2007

  1. You Don't Know What Love Is, You Just Do As You're Told
  2. 300mph Torrential Outpour Blues
  3. Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn
  4. I'm Slowly Turning Into You

You Don't Know What Love Is, You Just Do As You're Told

|
A
E
|
D
A
|
x4
|
(2/4)
(
A
) |
Riff
|
A
E
D
A
In some respects I suspect you've got a respectable side
A
E
D
E
When pushed and pulled and pressured, you seldom run and hide
A
E
C5
G5
A
But it's for someone else's benefit, not for what you wanna do
A
E
D
A
Until I realize that you've realized I'm gonna say these words to you You don't know what love is, you do as you're told Just as a child of ten might act, but you're far too old You're not hopeless or helpless and I hate to sound cold
E
G
But you don't know what love is... you just do as you're told |
A
E
|
D
A
|
x4
|
E
E
E
G
G
G
A
A
|
E5
E5
E5
C5
C5
C5
A
A
|
x4
|
A
|
A
| I can see your man can't help but win any problems that may arise But in his mind there can be no sin if you never criticize You just keep on repeating all those empty "I love you's" Until you say you deserve better I'm gonna lay right into you You don't know what love is, you do as you're told Just as a child of ten might act, but you're far too old You're not hopeless or helpless and I hate to sound cold
E
G
But you don't know what love is... No, you don't know what love is... No, you don't know what love is...
E
You just do as you're told
A
E
D
A
You do as you're told, yeah |
A
E
|
D
A
|
x5
|
(2/4)
(
A
) |
Riff
|
A

300mph Torrential Outpour Blues

|---------------------------| |----------------------|-------------------------|
|---------------------------| x3 |----------------------|-------------------------|
|---------------------------| |----------------------|-------------------------|
|--6--6--4---6--6--4--/7p6--| |--6--6--4---6--6--4---|--6-6-6-6-6-6--4--4-4--6-|
|--7--7--5---7--7--5------7-| |--7--7--5---7--7--5---|--7-7-7-7-7-7--5--5-5--7-|
|-0--0------0--0------------| |-0--0------0--0-------|-0-----------------------|
E
D
E
D
E
D
I'm bringing back ghosts that are no longer there
E
D
E
D
E
D
I'm gettin' hard on myself, sittin' in my easy chair
A
Well, there's three people in the mirror
G
D
E
D
E
D
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Bm
Well, I can't keep from laughin'
A
G
E
D
E
D
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues I'm breakin' my teeth off, tryin' to bite my lip There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss And it's that color that never fails to turn me blue So I just swallow it and hold on to it And use it to scare the hell out of you I have a woman, says come and watch me bleed And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that and still give her everything that she needs Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer And one of them's got to be you But you're holding tight to it, the answer Singin' these 300 mile per hour outpour blues Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm on this winter night Every time you get defensive, you're just looking for a fight It's safe to say somebody out there's got a problem With almost anything you'll do Well, next time they stab you, don't fight back, just play the victim Instead of playin' the fool And the roads are covered with a million little molecules Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered with pieces of pencil eraser too Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all of my ashes too But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these 300 mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers making Battered dirty hands, bee-stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues One thing's for sure: in that graveyard I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn

D
Dsus4
D
Bm
Asus2
Bm
Asus2
D
D
Well the hills are pretty and rollin'
F
G
D
But the thorn is sharp and swollen
D
And the man plays a beautiful whistle
F
G
D
But he wears a prickly thistle Singing li de li de li oh oh Well A li de li de li oh oh Li de li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li oh oh The silver birches pierce through an icy fog Which covers the ground most daily And the angels which carry St Andrew high Are singing a tune most gaily One sound can hold back a thousand hands When the pipe plays a tune forlorn And the thistle is a prickly flower Aye, But how it is sweetly worn Singing li de li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li oh oh Li de li de li oh oh Well a li de li de li oh oh

I'm Slowly Turning Into You

G
F
F
x4
G
F
F
I'm slowly turning into you
G
F
F
But you don't know this to be true
G
F
F
You say I'm lying and I never really tell you the truth
G
F
F
But your face is getting older
G
F
F
G
F
F
So put your head on my shoulder
G
F
F
G
F
F
Yeah put your head on my shoulder
G
F
F
Yesterday it hit me that I do
G
F
F
All the little things that you do
G
F
F
Except those same little things that you do are annoying
G
F
F
They're annoying as hell in fact
G
F
F
It kind of struck a little bell in fact
G
F
F
I like to keep my little shell intact I'm slowly turning in to you I'm slowly turning in to you
G
F
F
x2
G
F
F
Then something else came to mind
G
F
F
And that was the mirror, it made everything clearer
G
F
F
That you're more beautiful
G
F
F
Compelling and stronger, it didn't take much longer
G
F
F
Just for me to realize
G
F
F
I love all the little things and the beauty that they're gonna bring
G
F
F
I dig your little laugh
G
F
F
And I'm loving your quick wit, I even love it when you're faking it!
G
F
F
And this might sound a little strange
G
F
F
For me to say to you, but I'm proud to be you I'm slowly turning in to you I'm slowly turning in to you
G
F
F
x4