Seventeen Going Under Chords by Sam Fender

[Start]

[Intro]
Absus4 Ab Db Gb Dbsus4 Db Absus4 Ab
■      ■  ■  ■  ■      ■  ■      ■ 
Db Gb Dbsus4 Db Gb Db Gb Db
■  ■  ■      ■  ■  ■  ■  ■ 


[Verse]
  Absus4                    Ab      Db
I remember the sickness was forever ■ 
  Gb                   
I remember snuff videos
Db   Ab             Absus4       Ab     
Cold Septembers the distances we covered
                Db     Gb   
The fist fights on the beach
    Gb                 
The bizzies round us up
          Db         Ab  
Do it all again next week
             Ab  
An embryonic love


[Chorus]
                       Gb     
The first time that it scarred
Gb                            
Embarrass yourself for someone
       Db     Ab   
Crying like a child
    Ab                              
And the boy who kicked Tom's head in
      Db      Gb 
Still bugs me now
                    Db     
That's the thing it lingers
                          Ab   Gb
And claws you when you're down ■ 


[Inst]

[Verse]
Db       Ab                Db     
■  I was far too scared to hit him
                                   Gb 
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now
Gb                         
That's the thing with anger
Db                     
It begs to stick around
          Db                       
So it can fleece you of your beauty
                         Bbm7    Gb   
And leave you spent with nowt to offer
      Gb                            
Makes you hurt the ones who love you
                           Ab     
You hurt them like they're nothing


[Inst]
Gb Db Gb                         Ab     
■  ■  You hurt them like they're nothing


[Verse]
Gb Ab                      Bbm7   
■  ■  See I spent my teens enraged
             Gb     
Spiraling in silence
      Gb                      
And I armed myself with a grin
                      Db      Ab   
'cause I was always a fuckin' joker
Db              Bbm7 
Buried in their humor
            Bbm   Bbm7                
Amongst the white noise and boys' boys
                   Gb        
Lockerroom talkin' lads' lads
            Db              Ab        
Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags


[Chorus]
  Ab                            
A mirrored picture of my old man
                   Gb      
Oh God the kid's a dab hand
      Gb                      
Canny chanter but he looks sad
           Db        Ab    
Oh God the kid looks so sad


[Inst]
Gb                      Ab     Bbm7 Gb
■  Andgod the kid looks so sad ■    ■ 


[Verse]
             Ab                    
She said the debt the debt the debt
     Ab                         
So I thought about shifting gear
            Gb                    
And how she wept and wept and wept
     Gb                       
Luck came and died 'round here
         Ab    
I see my mother
Ab                  
The DWP see a number
    Ab                           
She cries on the floor encumbered
    Ab                   
I'm seventeen going under
                          Bbm7
I'm seventeen going under ■   
Gb Db
■  Oh


[Chorus]
Ab Gb Db Ab Gb
■  ■  ■  ■  ■ 


[Outro]