Аккорды The White Stripes - Honey, We Can’t Afford to Look This Cheap

Standard Tuning EADGBe 
             
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A--3-------------3-3-|----0-1-1-1-0---------|-1p0------|
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Verse 1: 

F
Well, I want to try and hold my head up high
                                                     C
In this busted-up Pinto truck conversion between the broken concrete and the cloudy sky
           Bb                                      C                        Bb
Well, you have to make an effort with me, can you make it look like you're chauffeuring me?
      F                      C                 F   
There's enough gas to get us home now if we glide              

Verse 2:

        F
When we took this job I thought that you knew the deal
                                                  C
I told the boss we had a Mercedes-Benz but all we got in our yard is a steering wheel
        Bb                                            C                     Bb
Well, I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer, well we might have to cut and sell your long hair
F                C                           F   
I don't mind you wearing a wig, but I won't steal

Chorus 1: 

            Bb
Yeah, well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
                                                        C
We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat
        Bb                                               F                        Bb
I can't help but wonder, this time next year, will we be drinking Dom Perignon or reheated beer?
      F               C                 F     
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap.

Verse 3: 

        F
We have to keep up appearances as long as we can
                                                       C
There's too much to lose, our social status, well, our ice machine, and our ceiling fan
            Bb                                       C                  Bb
And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters that we go Dutch on cigarette lighters
 F                        C                  F
We're gonna lose the paradise that's in our hands

Chorus 2:

      Bb
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
                                   C
Got an image to live up to, in the best motel on Imposter Street
          Bb                                 F                           C
While the Jones are waltzin off to dinner we glue old lotto tix together tryin to make us a winner
         F               C             F        
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap 

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