You Or Somebody Like You

keith urban you or somebody like you ( gordie/Daly/verges ) tune 1 semitone down from concert pitch . the only real tricky chord is the bbm7b5 at the end of the Solo . bbm7b5 ( x . 1 . 2 . 1 . 2 . x ) cheers bagman~oz~ E/// | //// | C#m/// | //// | A2/// | //// | D9/// | //// | Verse . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - E outside my window , i swear on my mama’s grave C#m you faded out of the street noise like an out - of - focus polaroid A2 so i shot the moon , and i cursed the wind D9 for makin’ me think that you were here again . E C#m smoke and mirrors , somebody stole you away well , that’s the biggest conspiracy since j . F . k . A so i combed the corners and the glass houses D9 had the right directions but i never found it . Bridge . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A2 Bsus4 ( E / B / A2 ) well , i’d trade in all the rest of my days A2 Bsus4 for just the mere reflection of your face A2 Bsus4 for one shining moment . Chorus . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - E G#m A2 with you or somebody like you E G#m A2 with you or somebody just like you . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - called the inspectors , the cops and the C . i . A . they drew chalk circles ’round the place that we used to lay nobody testified , not a single witness i swore i was crucified with no forgiveness . and the sheriff shined his light like i was drunk and dangerous my hands were already tied , so he put away his handcuffs and in my blind spot i saw the silhouette of your crazy legs smokin’ a long black cigarette . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - well , i’d trade in all the rest of my days for your crooked smile and your wicked ways i’d fill up all this empty space with you or somebody like you . . . with you or somebody just like you oh , you or somebody like you . Solo - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - D2/// | % | C#m/// | % | D2/// | % | C#m/// | bbm7b5/// | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A2 B now , i should’ve learned my lesson A2 B done what i was told should’ve counted all my blessings like fingers and toes and now i’m trippin’ like a blind man and i’m searchin’ high and low . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - for you or somebody like you for you or somebody just like you