Sour Little Sweetie

E always in the bad books , A it’s not how it looks , E born to be a pawn , end up being rooks , A we weren’t given we just took good people can end up being crooks E C#m wooooah ooh! woooah oh! E i danced the heel off my black boots C#m the feather out my hat E looked the devil in the eye C#m said there’s no turning back . . . E A eternal torture , i quite fancy some of that . . . eternal torture , i quite fancy some of that . . . i danced the heel off my black boots the feather out my hat looked the devil in the eye said there’s no turning back no . . . E C#m sour little sweetie , so much sweeter than the rest . E B like my father pissed , my hairs always a mess . E B A so , darling , sweetheart , don’t stress . A ( one strum ) my heads a mess and don’t you know . . . never into good looks i know the mighty river , started with a babylon i stomp my foot , the whole world shook , firmly with knowledge that this is not a fluke , oh no! i danced the heel of my black boot , the feather off my hat and looked the devil in the eye and said , theres no turning back no oh sour little sweetie , rather sweeter than the rest , like my father figured my hairs always a mess darling , sweet heart dont stress my heads a mess and dont you know! E B C#m A and so before you have to go E B C#m A can you tell me yes or no? E B where did all the love go? A E where did all the love go? oh sour little sweetie , rather sweeter than the rest , like my father said my hairs always a mess darling , sweetheart dont stress my heads a mess and dont you know!