Ryan Bingham - Fear and saturday night

^GSome folks are scared ^Cthat the world may be ^Emround ^GThey hardly could walk on ^Cthe streets of this ^Emtown ^GWhere out on the corner, ^Cthe devil sits ^Emdown ^GSeeking out strangers ^Cwho stray out of ^Embounds

^AmBut I don't fear ^Dnothing ^Gexcept for ^Cmyself ^AmSo I'm gonna go o^Dut to ra^Gise me some ^Chell ^AmI'll take my chan^Dces, I w^Gas born to run^C wild Hell, it's Saturday night, I'm going^G to town

^GIf I'm feeling anxious, ^CI'll put back some ^Emrounds ^GMaybe the 90 will ^Csettle me ^Emdown ^GI don't care for fighting, ^Cbut I'll come ^Emunwound ^GIf some fool is aching ^Cto push me ^Emaround

^AmBut I don't fear ^Dnothing ^Gexcept for ^Cmyself ^AmSo I'm gonna go o^Dut to ra^Gise me some ^Chell ^AmI'll take my chan^Dces, I w^Gas born to run^C wild Hell, it's Saturday night, I'm going^G to town

^GSometimes I run with ^Cthe unwanted ^Emcrowd ^GFaces of shadows a^Cnd alleys ^Emsurround ^GGunshots are heard as th^Ce sun hides the ^Emcrown ^GThe cops on the night shift ^Cwill soon shake us ^Emdown

^AmWell, I don't fear ^Dnothing ^Gexcept for ^Cmyself ^AmSo I'm gonna go o^Dut to ra^Gise me some ^Chell ^AmI'll take my chan^Dces, I w^Gas born to run^C wild ^CHell, it's Saturday night ^CHell, it's Saturday night ^CHell, it's Saturday night, ^GI'm going to town