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Rules Broken Tabs – ¡All-Time Quarterback!

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                       RULES BROKEN – All-Time Quarterback
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: Pat Malavi
pat.malavi


[Verse 1]

   Bm     G         D         Em        Riff 1            
e|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
B|------|-3---3-3-|-----3---|-5-5-5---|-/12-10----10----|-12-10-----10------|
G|-4--4-|-0---0-0-|-----2---|-0-0-0-0-|----0--0-11--9---|---0--0-11----9----|
D|-4--4-|---------|-0-0-----|---------|---------------0-|----------------0--|
A|-2--2-|---------|-------0-|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
E|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|

Bm      G        D       Em             Riff 1
  They had a bad case of nostalgic blues
Bm      G       D             Em            Riff 1
  And started a group just to cop the tunes, bad boys whatcha gonna
Bm            G         D              Em             Riff 1
  And all the kids went crazy when the singer screamed
Bm               G          D            Em              Riff 1
  They set their cymbals on fire, it’s a punk rock scene, bad boys whatcha gonna


[Chorus]

   Bm     G      D         Em        E                 G            
e|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
B|------|-3--3-|-3-3-3---|-5-5-5---|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------|
G|-4--4-|-0--0-|-2-2-2---|-0-0-0-0-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4------|
D|-4--4-|-0--0-|-0-0-0-0-|---------|-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5------|
A|-2--2-|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
E|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|

Bm        G      D         Em              E                G
 And if we could break the rules that were already broken before we were born
Bm        G      D         Em       E                  G  
   Then we could hold them to their guns cos we’d be a punk rock band too


[Verse 2]

   Bm     G         D         Em        Riff 1            
e|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
B|------|-3---3-3-|-----3---|-5-5-5---|-/12-10----10----|-12-10-----10------|
G|-4--4-|-0---0-0-|-----2---|-0-0-0-0-|----0--0-11--9---|---0--0-11----9----|
D|-4--4-|---------|-0-0-----|---------|---------------0-|----------------0--|
A|-2--2-|---------|-------0-|---------|-----------------|-------------------|
E|------|---------|---------|---------|-----------------|-------------------|

Bm       G            D            Em          Riff 1
   They had the whole town getting real tattoos
Bm       G          D               Em            Riff 1   
   And wrote advice columns for the weekly review, bad boys whatcha gonna
Bm                 G        D          Em             Riff 1
   What could they possibly do next to shock the crowd
Bm             G         D                  Em              Riff 1
   We’re gonna rock rock rock you, make you scream out loud, bad boys whatcha gonna


[Chorus]

   Bm     G      D         Em        E                 G            
e|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
B|------|-3--3-|-3-3-3---|-5-5-5---|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------|
G|-4--4-|-0--0-|-2-2-2---|-0-0-0-0-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-|-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4------|
D|-4--4-|-0--0-|-0-0-0-0-|---------|-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-|-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5------|
A|-2--2-|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|
E|------|------|---------|---------|-----------------|----------------------|

Bm        G      D         Em              E                G
 And if we could break the rules that were already broken before we were born
Bm        G      D         Em       E                  G  
   Then we could hold them to their guns cos we’d be a punk rock band too

Factory Direct chords – All-Time Quarterback V2

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                      FACTORY DIRECT – All-Time Quarterback
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: Pat Malavi
pat.malavi


Tuned slightly sharp


       --- Verse Chords ---       --- Additional Chords During Chorus ---

        Gb Eb Db Cb Ab Eb2     
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-----11----------13----11---------------------13---------------------------|
D|-----11----13----11----9----------------------13----13---------------------|
A|-----9-----13----11----9----------------------11----13---------------------|
E|-----------11---------------------------------------9----------------------|


[Verse 1]

 Gb Eb Db Cb 
   Radio stations playing what you wanna hear when it went
 Gb Eb Db Cb 
Gold and then went platinum with girls screaming in your ear
 Gb Eb Db Cb 
   I snapped a photo of lunch meat on the tour bus, lunch meat on the tour bus
 Gb Eb Cb 
   And sold it factory direct


[Chorus]

 Ab Cb Eb Cb 
   I gave the invitations to the crowd around
 Ab Cb Eb Cb 
   They were all screaming for your blood and common adoration
 Eb Cb 
Drugs will numb the situation 
     Eb Eb2 Cb Db Gb Db 
And you can go back home to mom and dad


[Verse 2]

 Gb Eb Db Cb 
   Strippers, fancy cars, tattoos overly indulged, the smoke ma-
 Gb Eb Db Cb 
-chines, turned on ten will cause the fire marshal to show up
 Gb Eb Db Cb 
   But who could stop the rock when it had just begun to rule
 Gb Eb Db Cb 
   Surely not me as I was only in a happy pool


[Chorus]

 Ab Cb Eb Cb 
   I gave the invitations to the crowd around
 Ab Cb Eb Cb 
   They were all screaming for your blood and common adoration
 Eb Cb 
Drugs will numb the situation 
     Eb Eb2 Cb Db Gb Db Gb 
And you can go back home to mom and dad

Quarterback chords by Kira Isabella V2

 : Vena96
Email: katy-dime@hotmail.com

These chords are from Riffstation. I take no credit. I just love this song. 

Capo 2

Intro:  Bm G D Bm D Bm G D G D D       
It's was Friday night and the lights were shining.
    D    
Everyone was sitting in the stands. 
                  D 
He was being scouted by a big time college.
 Bm G D Bm G D 
She played trumpet in the marching band.    
 Bm D 
In the parking lot, when the game was over. 
 Bm D 
She had a bus to ride. 
 Bm D 
When he pulled up in his buddy's truck.
 Bm G D Bm G D  
And the door swung open wide. 

 D 
He was the quarterback. 
 Bm G D 
Smiled at her, imagine that. 
 Bm G D 
How do you explain the star of the game. 
 D Em G D Bm G D Bm G D  
And the no name girl from the freshman class. 

 Bm D 
She got out at a bonfire party.
 Bm D 
Never had a drink before.
 Bm D 
But he held it to her lips and she took her first sip.
 Bm G D Bm G D 
And before she knew it, she had three more.
 D 
She always heard that a girls first time.
                                 D 
Is a memory she'll never forget.
 Bm D 
She found out the hard way about love.
 Bm G D Bm G D  
When she saw those pictures on the internet.

 D 
He was the quarterback.
 Bm G D 
Smiled at her, imagine that.
 Bm G D  
Who you gonna blame the star of the game.
 D Em G D Bm G D  
Or the no name girl in the freshman class.

 D 
He was the quarterback.
 Bm G D 
Smiled at her, imagine that.
 Bm G D 
Who you gonna blame, the star of the game.
 D G D A 
Or the no name girl in the marching band.
 A Em A Em G A G  
Oooh       Oooh

 D Bm G D A D 
Monday morning when the word got out.
 Bm G D 
Everybody picked a side.
 D  
He had the school and the whole town too.
 Bm G D B G D  
And she had nothing but the truth inside.

 D 
He was the quarterback.
 Bm G D 
Smiled at her, imagine that.
 Bm G D  
Who you gonna blame, the star of the game.
 A G D   
Or the no name girl in the freshman class.

 D  
He was the quarterback.
 Bm D 
Lied to her, imagine that.

 D 
He was the quarterback.
 Bm G D 
She was in the freshman class.
 D 
He was the quarterback.
 D 
Yeah
 Bm G D      
Who you gonna blame the star of the game.
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