Rebels Without a Clue

	  		Intro:  C  F  C  F 
 
        C                                F 
We were there in the back seat 'cause we couldn't go home 
        C                         F 
We were too young to pay the rent 
      C                               F  
I was working on the mechanics of the cross-your-heart bra 
 C                   F 
LBJ was the president 
G                   Am     
My pal Travis asked me the next day he said, 
G                       Am 
"Was it hard to score?" 
G                 Am 
I lied to him and said, "It was a snap!" 
       F                            G 
And we laughed as we walked out the door 
        C                F 
We were rebels without a clue 
C                          F 
Didn't know where to go or what to do 
        C          G         Am 
And the whole generation was feeling it too 
        G                C      F    C    F 
We were rebels without a clue
    
      C                     F 
Buddy Holly was gone and we drank all night long 
C                        F 
And listened to his songs 
      C                               F 
Where do you go in the summer of your junior year 
             C                                 F 
To learn the difference between right and wrong? 
G                    Am 
Me and the boys just wanted some girls 
            G                            Am 
But we were scared to try a little tenderness 
      G                      Am 
So we souped up our cars and fought in the bars 
              F                  G 
Like that was gonna get us kissed 
 
Chorus-at end, instead of F  C  F, play a quicker 
change of C F and into following verse 
 
G          C            C F G          C   C  F 
Now we got station wagon,   now we got kids 
G             Am             F             G 
Still we have no idea why we did what we did 
 
       C                                F 
Now we laugh at the predjudicism and we laugh at the punks 
        C                          F 
And the business men who have fried 
       C                                 F 
And we go around bettin' things would've been a lot different 
   C                              F 
If James Dean and Elvis hadn't died 
G                Am 
Travis called me up the other day he said, 
   G                         Am 
"Remember that summer at the lake, 
         G                          Am 
Where we broke every rule, said the hell with school 
              F                G 
'Cause we had had all we could take?" 
 
Chorus 
Repeat and fade