Stephen Lynch - Bowling Song

almighty malachi , professional bowling god chords

tabbed by : vombat

ok , so yesterday i was kinda shitfaced and was listening to some stephen lynch . as “the
bowling song” came on we all got mega pumped up . i decided to give it a try and so i
grabbed a guitar and started listening to it over and over again , trying to figure out
what chords are used in the song . anyways , this is how i belive the song is beeing played .
take care!

verse :

[ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] E ]
but you can’t judge me ’till you walked a mile in my bowling shoes .

so i don’t get all the ladies .
gotta mullet from the 80’s
i Am known throughout the valleys .
as the prophet of alleys .

chorus :

[ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ Am ] [ E ]
[ G ]
and as i roll the ball i cry , “let me bowl or let me die!”
[ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ D ]
i’m almighty malachi , the bowling god .
[ Am ] [ E ] [ G ]
the smell of resin gets my high .
[ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ Am ]
kiss those fxxking pins goodbye!
[ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ D ]
i’m almighty malachi , the bowling . . . the bowling . . .

[ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] . . . etc .
god!!!!

got a ball that’s smooth and all black .
i keep it in my lucky ball sack .
i get a feeling in my soul .
as i finger every hole .

and as i roll the ball i cry , “let me bowl or let me die!”
i’m almighty malachi , the bowling god .
the smell of resin gets my high .
kiss those motherfxxking pins goodbye!
i’m almighty malachi , the bowling . . . bowling . . .

( this part is played with only [ B5 ] and [ G ] just like in the vese )

not a single man will try , to beat almighty malachi .
all who challenge me are slain .
come on , fxxkers , pick a lane .
marshall holden , gary dickens , get in line for your ass kickins’ .
john patraglia , norm duke , your so lame it makes me puke .
who among the pro – bowl sector .
dares to don his wrist protector .
not that pussy nelson burton , tells me that his wrist is hurtin’ .
hey my prophet , earl the pearl , are ya’ scared to give the ball a hurl?
how bout’ dicky weber and his son pete? i’ll turn the motherfxxkers to cream of wheat!

and as i roll the ball i cry , “let me bowl or let me die!”
i’m almighty malachi , the bowling god .
the smell of resin gets my high .
kiss those fxxking pins goodbye!
i’m almighty malachi , the bowling . . . bowling god!!
yeaaaaaaah!
the bowling god!