Intro: D A C G

Verse 1:
D
Let me take you back in time, just climb in my DeLorean
A
Nashville ’99, we stood in line and started pourin’ in
     C
That concert in the dark off Rosa Parks, that auditorium
    G
Was church for me, yeah I believe
    C                G
The first time I was born again
    D
Was Killing In The Name, Bulls On Parade
D
GA packed in the pit
A
Me and all those people people called nothing but troubled kids
   C
If there was ever a fire in me, yeah that’s the night I got it lit
  G                              C
I knew who I was born to be when he said

Chorus:
     G             D
Everybody get your hands up
                   A
Everybody put your hands up
A
If you ain’t perfect but you try
C
Put ‘em way up to the sky
                      G
Touchin’ heaven kinda high
                                      D
Ain’t that where we wanna go when we die
            A
Whoa, whoa, whoa
              C
Just put your hands up
                   G        C G
Everybody put your hands up

Verse 2:
      D
Let’s take it down there, south of town
D
I’m 22, up to no good
A
Dressed in black, I broke the glass to take back the bag of grass they took
     C
That story end’s against the fence right in that dead end neighborhood
G                                    C
Cop’s told me what I told them, when he said boy

Chorus:
                    D
You better put your hands up
                   A
Everybody put your hands up
A
If you ain’t perfect but you try
C
Put ‘em way up to the sky
                      G
Touchin’ heaven kinda high
                                      D
Ain’t that where we wanna go when we die
            A
Whoa, whoa, whoa
              C
Just put your hands up
                   G        C G
Everybody put your hands up

Verse 3:
D
Our last stop’s that little cross I came across some years ago
A
Comin’ down and hidin’ out back there in that ol’ sinner’s row
    C
The devil on my shoulder finally found him somewhere else to go
  G                                    C                            D
I never did believe in ghosts ‘til the holy one told me to throw my hands up
                    A
Oh Lord, I threw my hands up

Chorus:
         D
Put your hands up
                   A
Everybody put your hands up
A
If you ain’t perfect but you try
C
Put ‘em way up to the sky
                      G
Touchin’ heaven kinda high
                                      D
Ain’t that where we wanna go when we die
            A
Whoa, whoa, whoa
              C
Just put your hands up
                   G        C  G
Everybody put your hands up
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