CHORDS: Hayes & The Heathens – Nobody Dies From Weed Chords on Piano & Ukulele

These are Nobody Dies From Weed chords by Hayes & The Heathens on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard.

 [Intro]
E
          A   
There’s a million 
ways to 
E  
make grave, but 
nobody dies from weed!
[Verse 1]
       E    
They decided to go to 
the magic show where 
A            E
Flo she volunteered,
To do her part for 
the sake 
of art, step up and 
     B    Bsus4  B
disappear,
        E         
And the crowd all 
gasped when she 
got halved 
and they saw 
    A    A7
her bleed,
      A7     
Where some folks 
croak from 
E
mirrors and smoke, but 
B                E
nobody dies from weed.

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[Chorus 1]
A         
Nobody’s punched 
their ticket on 
E
mother nature’s gift,
Or gone to meet their 
maker from puffin on a 
B
spliff,
  E         
A hornet’s sting, 
a boxing ring, 
                 A
cancer storms or speed,
In ways diverse folks 
find the hearse but 
B                E
nobody dies from weed.
[Interlude]
E  A  E  B  E
[Verse 2]
        E    
Well he left his 
home for 
E7     
Yellowstone with a 
A                 
dream and a fifth 
   E
of rye,
   E       
He parked his truck 
and thanked 
his luck when the 
             B
buffalo come by,
       E   
He had cowboy pride 
boy he 
could ride but the 
signs he 
        A    A7
did not read,
Some folks die from 
E 
being dumb, 
B                E   
but nobody dies from 
  E7
weed.
[Chorus 2]
A                
Nobody dies from 
             E
gettin' high off o
f god’s own grass,
Never has that deep 
inhale 
turned out to be 
      B
their last,
        E   
To be a big earthquake, 
a 
hunk of steak, 
E7           A
envy lust or greed,
Ways abound to get 
E   
under the ground 
    B                
but nobody dies from 
E
weed.
[Interlude]
E  A  E  B  D
D  D  D  B7
[Chorus 3]
         A  
When the roll is 
called up yonder and 
my 
E
spirit flies away,
E 
It won’t have one 
thing to do with 
getting’ 
            B7
stoned that day,
     E 
In a local bar, 
the closest 
star or some kind 
of 
      A
dirty deed,
There’s a million 
ways to 
E   
make the grave but 
B7               E     E7
nobody dies from weed.
[Outro]
A              E 
Ways abound to get 
underground, but 
B
nobody is gonna 
die from weed!
E  A  E
D  A
C  D  E