The Good Life

The Broken Record

Live In Chattanooga

For Corey Smith, one of the best things about making music has always been getting the chance to hang out and have a good time with his friends. And it

G     D          cadd9       D
Its 2006 now and im still the same
 G     D          cadd9       D
oh son of a bitch and when
 G     D          cadd9       D
i act like i did back when i was a kid
 G     D          cadd9       D
but it hurts more than it did back then
 G     D          cadd9       D
i go out on the town make a fool of myself
 G     D          cadd9       D
i run around with the same rowdy friends
 G     D          cadd9       D
i get drunk and obnoxious and wake up the next day
 G     D          cadd9       D
swearing im never drinking again


PRECHORUS:
   em9                  D
my grandma still tells enough is enough
cadd9                    D
life aint a game boy, its time to grow up


CHORUS:
 G     D          cadd9       D
maybe next year ill start acting my age
 G     D          cadd9       D
turn a new leaf over my wicked ways
 G     D          cadd9       D
get a real job and start pullin my weight
      cadd9            em9        cadd9
only three hundred and sixty five days until i change my ways


Verse 2:

i dress like a slob, i never tuck in my shirt
i let it hang over my baggy jeans
and an old baseball cap on the top of my head
with the logo of my favorite team
still got the same dirty mouth that i have
since my 1st cousin taught me to cuss
and i just quit my 9-5 occupation
to play a whole bunch of songs i made up


PRECHORUS:

em9                         D
Yeah, im a big old kid but i aint ashamed
cadd9                             D
cause when the time comes around i know i can change


CHORUS


BRIDGE:
     am7            em9          cadd9      D
maybe next year ill stop blowing all of the cash
am7            em9          cadd9      D
start workin out and get off of my ass
am7            em9          cadd9      D
maybe next year ill quit puttin off all the chores
am7            em9          cadd9      D
maybe next year ill visit my grandparents more
am7            em9          cadd9      D
maybe next year ill go back to church and repent
am7            em9          cadd9      D
maybe next year ill pick up my bible again


INSTRUMENTAL: same chords as chorus

PRECHORUS:

  EM                           D
i ought to straiten up theres no better time than now
  cadd9                        D
to kick all the habbits that are breakin me down


CHORUS: 

 G     D          cadd9       D
maybe next year ill stop singing the blues
 G     D          cadd9       D
maybe next year ill start tellin the truth
 G     D          cadd9       D
maybe next i wont stay drunk all the time
    G     D          cadd9       D
maybe next year ill have a little more peice of mind
       G    D        em9     cadd9         D
maybe next year i wont be so sad when im alone


OUTRO:

riff :
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RIFF
maybe next year
RIFF
maybe next year
RIFF
maybe next year
RIFF
maybe next year
G   D   cadd9 D
MAYBE NEXT YEAR
G   D   cadd9 D
MAYBE NEXT YEAR

Next Year

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g------17--------------------------------0----------2-------------------------------------|

Wishin I Was 21

Chorus

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E|--------5----3----5---------5----3----5----3----5-----------------|
C|---9----9----7----9----9----9----7----9----7----9-----------------|
G|---7-------------------7------------------------------------------|

F**k The Po-po

Intro

A	E	D	A	F#m	G	D

 A
Feels like a Friday night 
             F#m                    G
But it's only Monday afternoon 
                       D
Still there's a party goin' on in my livin' room 
A
It's just me and fifth of Beam 
F#m                                         G
Swayin' to the sounds of old George Jones 
                         D
And it won't be long 'til the whole damn bottle's gone 

A                                          F#m 
And I know it might sound sad 
                                                  G
But to tell the truth it ain't half bad 

I love my misery 
              D
Gonna drown my blues in a sea of whiskey 

          E       A
I'm drinkin' again 
 D       E                                    A
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in 


                D                   C#m                 Bm
So don't give me any shit, I know just what I'm gettin' in 
                  G                                D
Sure, it's a sin but I don't really give a damn 
                      A        F#m          G       D
I'm drinkin' again 

A
I've got no friends to call 
F#m                                                         G
They've all straightened up and settled down 
        D
And they don't ever wanna hang around 
A
But I guess I understand 
F#m                                        G 
This house ain't much for company 
                        D
Smells like a cesspool here 

It's stinkin' nasty 
A
And you might say I'm bad off 
F#m                                             G
But I chose the road I strumbled across 
 
I picked my poison 
D
Give me another shot of bourbon 
                  E         A
Cause I'm drinkin' again 
D        E                                  A 
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in 


                D                C#m                  Bm         A
So don't give me any shit, I know just what I'm gettin in 
                  G                             D
Sure, it's a sin but I don't really give a damn 
                    A
I'm drinkin' again 
          A
Well fortunately for me I find relief 
                     F#m  
When the world is weighin' down on me 
             G
I pop a top, I take a shot, I drop a pill 
               D
Turn the radio up, sit back and chill 
A
Pretend my life is a bed of roses 
F#m
Try not to notice all the ghosts 
                 G
That are hauntin me and tauntin me 
                            D
And wantin me to cut my wrists 

So they can watch me bleed 
        A    
And laugh at me, as I scream in agony 
F#m
I get high for the sake of my family 
                  G
Cause the alcohol is all that's helpin me 
      D
To cope since I went broke and lost my hope 
A
I kicked my girl to the curb of the road 
                    F#m
You know I couldn't afford to support us both 
         G
Hell I'm not rich, don't have a good job 
       D
Do construction work with this dude named Bob 
                    A
And he's an ass. Yells at me all the time 
            F#m 
Pays minimum wage on overtime 
               G
Still he's got it made, drives an Escalade 
               D
And gets two hundred times what I get paid 
                    A
But that's okay. 

I'll drink to his health and ruin mine 
F#m 
I'll chug liquor and he can sip red wine 
                G
And I'll be fine. Trying to find some peace 
               D
I'll quit payin' my rent and I'll break my lease 
             A
I'll live out on the streets and beg for change 
F#m
Crawl in a box when it starts to rain 
      G
Forget my family and my friends 
                  D
Forget the world, ya'll, I'm drinkin' again 
         E       A
I'm drinkin' again 

D        E                                    A
Tryin' hard to hide the pain I'm in 
               D                  C#m                  Bm        A
So don't give me any shit, I know just what I'm gettin in 
                  G                       D
Sure, it's a sin, but I done lost control 
              A 
And I'm drinkin' again y'all 
      F#m               G    D      
I'm drinkin' again 
                   A
I'm drinkin' again... 
                            F#m  
I done said goodbye 
                              G               D
To the twelve-step program 
         A
I'm drinkin' again...

I'm Drinking Again

Intro:
G  Cadd9	G	Cadd9		Am	G	Cadd9            	Em	Cadd9


G                     Cadd9       G                  Cadd9    Am
Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star
G                              Cadd9
He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
G              Cadd9
Wears a cowboy hat, and some tight blue jeans,
G                     Cadd9
And he struts around the stage like he's the coolest thing you've ever seen.
G     Cadd9                    Em     Cadd9
                       Oh you gotta love him!


G		 Cadd9           G                     Cdad9   Am
He looks like a super model, knows how to strike a pose
G                      Cadd9                   Em       Cadd9    
And he don't mind the make up as long as no one knows.
G                              Cadd9        G	                   Cadd9    Am
And he's got that crooked grin, and talks with a southern drawl,
G              Cadd9                                Em               Cadd9
Acts like Toby Keith but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
      D                     Cadd9           G
But if he's country ill kiss your ass,
     D			                  Cadd9            G
And throw all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.
                D                          Cadd9         G      D/F#   Em
He's the same old shit in a slightly different bag,
                D                             Cadd9   G   Cadd9 Em    Cadd9
But if he's country, well then country's pretty bad.
G		Cadd9
I don't watch CMT
G                  Cadd9     Am
No that shit makes me sick.
G                  Cadd9
And that ole Kenny Chesney,
Em         Cadd9
What a hypocrite.
G		Cadd9
Hell swear he's country
G                             Cadd9   Am
But he lives in the Caribbean.
G	                  Cadd9
Sings all about the islands now, 
          Em                           Cadd9
What happened to the Tennessean?
D             Cadd9                       G
Aw if he's country ill kiss your ass
             D                            Cadd9            G
Throw all my Johnny cash records in the trash
        D                        Cadd9                        G       D/F#   Em
He's all about image cause image pays the bucks,
                         D                          Cadd9    G  D/F#  Em
Aw but if he's country, well then country really sucks.
          D                         G
What happened to the outlaws?
         Cadd9                  D             G
Who weren't afraid to cross the line?
Em     D                         G
What happened to the workin man?


                       Cadd9                D           G
Who sang the truth about their troubled lives?

Cadd9	 G   Cadd9   Am   G   Cadd9 Em Cadd9
G   Cadd9   G Cadd9   Am   G   Cadd9 Em   Cadd9   Em   Cadd9

G         Cadd9                 G           Cadd9       Am
I was raised in Georgia, in a one red light town.
G                      Cadd9                Em                 Cadd9
And my daddy picked guitar in every honky tonk around
G                           Cadd9
And he taught me all the good stuff,
G               Cadd9   Am    G             Cadd9                Em             Cadd9
That solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll
            D                                Cadd9                  G
And if that ain't country, well I don't give a damn
       D                       Cadd9        G
My daddy to be my own kinda man
               D                                  Cadd9         G  D/F#   Em
He said son you don't have to go along with the crowd aw
                   D                          Cadd9        G          D/F#   Em
So if I ain't Country then im pretty frikin proud
             Cadd9                 D      G  Cadd9 G Cadd9 G Cadd9 Cadd9 G Cadd9 
Oh well I don't need their labels anyhow

If Thats Country

Verse 1:
           B
I'm going back to the time when we owned this town
      E
Down Powder Mill Lane, in the battlegrounds
C#m        B                   G#m  B     F#
We were friends and lovers and clueless clowns


Verse 2:
                      B       
I didn't know I'd be finding out now I was torn from you
         E
When we thought about things we were gonna do
C#m      B                    G#m B  F# 
We were wide eyed dreamers and wiser too


Chorus:
               E              B 
Go down to the rides on East Parade,
        G#m                   F#
by the lights of the Palace Arcade
                    E                     G#m   F#   
Watch night coming down on the Sovereign Light Café


Verse 3:
                          B
I'm begging you for some sign, but you've still got nothing to say
        E
Don't turn your back on me, don't walk away
C#m     B                   G#m  B   F#
I'm a better man now than I was that day


Chorus:
                      E              B 
Let's go down to the rides on East Parade,
        G#m                   F#
by the lights of the Palace Arcade
                    E                     G#m   F#   
Watch night coming down on the Sovereign Light Café

                 E               B
Go down to the bandstand on the pier
           G#m                    F#
Watch the drunks and the lovers appear
                      E                     G#m   F#     
Take time, just the stars at the Sovereign Light Café


Bridge:
   E        B           F#
I wheel my bike off the train,
        F#
Up the North Trade Road,
 E        B             F# 
Look for you on Marley Lane
                          G#m
In every building, every streetlight
                   E               F#  G#m  B  F#
Oh why did we ever go so far from home?


Verse 4:
                        B
You keep on leaving me mile long traces of who you are
         E
You can get a big house and a faster car
C#m      B                    G#m   B  F#
You can run away boy, but you won't go far


Chorus:
                      E              B
Let's go down to the rides on East Parade,
        G#m                   F#
by the lights of the Palace Arcade
                    E                     G#m   F#   
Watch night coming down on the Sovereign Light Café

                    E                B
Stroll down to the bandstand on the pier
           G#m                    F#
Watch the drunks and the lovers appear
                     E                      G#m   F#
Take time, just the stars at the Sovereign Light Café 

      E            B    G#m
La la la la la la la la Yeah, 
     F#                      E       B   F#
I'm going where the people know my name


Outro:
E B G#m F#
E B G#m F# B

Sovereign Light Cafe

strumming pattern
D-DUD-D

F,G,C,Em7

mmmmm mmmm mmmm 

F                    G
Work, work, work, work, work, work. He said me haffi
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work! He see me do mi
F                     G
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt! So me put in
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work. When you ah guh
F                        G
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn Meh nuh cyar if him
C                   Em7
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting


[Verse 1: Rihanna]

F              G
Dry! ...Me a desert
C                 Em7
Nuh time to have ya lerkin'
F                        G
Him ago act like him nuh like it
C                           Em7
You know I dealt with you the nicest
F                        G
Nuh body touch me in the righteous
C                     Em7
Nuh botha, text me in a crisis 
           F                    G
I believed all of your dreams, adoration
            C                    Em7
You took my heart and my keys and my patience
            F                        G
You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration
                C                          Em7
You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation
           F             G
All that I wanted from you was to give me
C            Em7
Something that I never had
F                   G
Something that you've never seen
C                     Em7
Something that you've never been!
F     G
Mmmmm!
      C                          
But I wake up and act like nothing's wrong
D
Just get ready fi...


[Hook: Rihanna]
F                    G
Work, work, work, work, work, work. He said me haffi
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work! He see me do mi
F                     G
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt! So me put in
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work. When you ah guh
F                        G
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn Meh nuh cyar if him
C                   Em7
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting
F             G
Ner ner ner ner ner ner!
               C           Em7
When you a guh ner ner ner ner ner ner!
                  F                 G
Before the tables turn turn turn turn turn turn!
C             Em7
Beg you something please


[Verse 2: Rihanna]

F            G
Baby don't you leave
               C                 Em7
Do''t leave me stuck here in the streets, 
   F                  G
uh huh If I get another chance to
       C                Em7
I will never, no never neglect you
      F                         G
I mean who am I to hold your past against you?
       C                    Em7
I just hope that it gets to you
  F           G
I hope that you see this through
  C                      Em7
I hope that you see this true
F          G
What can I say?
       C          
Please recognize I'm tryin', baby!!!
 Em7
I have to


[Hook: Rihanna]

F                    G
Work, work, work, work, work, work. He said me haffi
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work! He see me do mi
F                     G
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt! So me put in
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work. When you ah guh
F                        G
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn Meh nuh cyar if him
C                   Em7
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting


[Verse 3: Drake]

N.C.
Yeah, okay
F        G        C                   Em7
You need to get done, done, done, done at work, come over
F               G
We just need to slow the motion
C                   Em7
Don't give that away to no one
F            G
Long distance, I need you
C                          Em7
When I see potential I just gotta see it through
F                        G
If you had a twin, I would still choose you
C                           Em7
I don't wanna rush into it, if it's too soon
      F      G               C              
But I know you need to get done, done, done, done
   Em7
If you come over
F            G
Sorry if I'm way less friendly
C                    Em7
I got n____s tryna end me,
F G           C                 Em7
oh,     I spilled all my emotions tonight, I'm sorry
F               G
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
C                                Em7
How many more shots until you're rollin'?
F              G
We just need a face to face
C                    Em7            F
You could pick the time and the place
               G
You spent some time away
C                Em7
Now you need to forward and give me all the...


[Hook: Rihanna]

F                    G
Work, work, work, work, work, work. He said me haffi
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work! He see me do mi
F                     G
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt! So me put in
C                   Em7
Work, work, work, work, work, work. When you ah guh
F                        G
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn Meh nuh cyar if him
C                   Em7
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

mmm mmm mmm..


[Outro: Rihanna]

work work work work work work

F G C D
F G C D

Work

Intro: C D C D (x2)


C D
Si es que no puedes hablar
C D
no te atrevas a volver
C D
si te quieres ocultar
C D
tal vez te podria ver
Em D C G C
y el amor que no sabe a quien y que
G C
hablará si tu verdad
Em F
te abrazara otra vez

Em C
Habla si puedes
G C
grita que sientes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G C
y te hace feliz

C D


C D
Si no puedes escuchar
C D
aunque insistas hablaré
C D
si lo quieres mírame
C D
y tus ojos hablaran tal vez
Em D C G C
sentiras el amor e iras tras el
G C
hablaras si tu verdad
Em F
te abrazará otra vez

Em C
Habla si puedes
G C
grita que sientes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G D
y te hace feliz
Em C
habla si puedes
G C
grita si temes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G D
y te hace feliz


Em G C G
.(CUERDAS)... abrazaméeeeeeeee..
C Em F
quiero despertarme y entender

Em C
habla si puedes
G C
grita si temes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G D
y que haces aquì
Em C
habla si puedes
G C
grita que sientes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G C
y te hace feliz
G C
y te hace feliz

C D
(fin)

Habla si puedes

(Chorus)
G
You xxxx X xxx'x smile xxxx xxx
Em
X can't xxxxx xxxxxxx xxx
Am7
I xxx'x xxxxx xxx X xxx'x sing
D7
I'm xxxxxxx xx xxxx xx xx xxxxxxxx
(1st Verse)
G
You xxx X xxxx xxx xxxx xxx'xx sad
Em
X feel xxxx xxxx xxx'xx glad
Am7
If xxx xxxx xxxx xxxx X'x xxxxx through
D7                              G Em G Em
X just xxx'x xxxxx without xxx
(2nd verse)
G
You xxxx along xxxx xxxx x song
Em
Xxx brightened xx xxx
Am7
Whod've xxxxxxxx xxxx xxx xxxx xxxx xx x dream
                  D7
Xxx xx xxx xxxxx light xxxxx xxxx
(Chorus)
         G 
Xxx now xxx xxx X xxx'x smile xxxx xxx
Em
X can't xxxxx xxxxxxx xxx
Am7
I xxx'x xxxxx xxx X xxx'x sing
D7                          Eb
I'm xxxxxxx xx xxxx xx xx anything
(3rd Verse)
Ab
You xxx X xxxx xxx xxxx xxx'xx sad
   Fm
X feel xxxx xxxx xxx'xx glad
Bbm
If xxx xxxx xxxx xxxx X'x xxxxx through
Ebm
X just xxx'x xxxxx
Ebm                                 Ab               C#
Now xxxx xxxxxx xxx happiness xxxxx so xxxx xxxx xx find
C#m                                         Eb     E
Well, X'x xxxxxxx xx xxxx xxxxxxx xxxx xxxx behind me
A
And xxx xxx X xxx'x smile xxxxxxx xxx
F#m
X can't xxxxx xxxxxxx xxx
Bm
X xxx'x laugh xxx X xxx'x sing
E
X'x finding xx xxxx xx xx xxxxxxxx
Bb
You xxx X xxxx xxxx xxxx xxx'xx glad
Gm
X feel xxx xxxx xxx'xx sad
Cm
If xxx xxxx knew xxxx X'x xxxxx through
F
X just xxx'x smile xxxxxxx xxx

Can't Smile Without You

LA RE
Jo et duré a casa si fa mal temps
MI FA#m
Jo t’empararé si un cas tens por
SIm MI
Jo te cuidaré si estàs malalta
RE LA
De tot cor, de tot cor
RE REm LA
De tot cor

MI RE DO#m-SIm-LA

FA#m DO#m
Estic a punt d’anar-me’n
RE LA RE
Mes abans de partir et diré
REm LA
Que et duc dins es pensament

FA#m DO#m
No deix de recordar-te
RE LA RE
I alen els teus alens tot calents
REm SIm MI
De lluny i de prop me tens


Jo et duré...

FA#m DO#m
I a dalt de s’escenari
RE LA RE
Quan estic concentrat cantant
REm MI
Jo sempre te tenc present

FA#m DO#m
Perquè m’ets necessari
RE LA
Com s’aire que respir
RE REm SIm MI
Necessit estar amb tu en tot moment


Jo et duré... ( bis )

De tot cor

Intro: Em  A  Em  A

       Em               A                Em                   
 A
Verse: Be on my side or be on your side, there is no reason for you to hide,
       Em                 A
       Its so hard for me stayin' here all alone, when you could be takin'
       A                Em                                             A
       Me for a ride... She could drag me, over the rainbow, send me away


        G     D         A    G  D          A
Chorus:  Down by the ri-ver,  I shot my ba-by

 Em        A
 Ooh, Ooh, shot her dead


Verse 2:You take my hand I'll take your hand, together we may get away,

        This must madness is too much sorrow, its impossible to make it

        today... She could drag me, over the rainbow, send me away


(Chorus)

(Verse 1)

Down By The River

Intro: D-A-Bm-Em-A  x4

         D                 A                          
I'll confess tonight your all thats on my mind
        Bm            A                   D
I know these roof top nights could last forever.
              A                            Bm
we watched the seasons change, we saw the distance pull us away,
           A
from all we shared together.

D                       A
Right now is all we have you better make this count
Bm                       A
these are the moments i wish i could forget you.

D                            A                                          Bm
I think back to the nights I looked into your bright green eyes and you said,
    Em    A
lets run away.
D                             A                             Bm
its 9am the sun wont rise for 3 more hours pacific time you said
    Em    A
lets run away.

play intro  x2

D                    A
I picked apart every word that you said
  Bm                              A
I dissected each sentence but kept coming up empty
D                         A
the way you are leaves me counting the days
        Bm                            A
till the next time this distance will be a memory


D                        A        
Right now is all we have you better make this count
Bm                     D
these are the moments i wish i could forget you.


D                            A                                          Bm
I think back to the nights I looked into your bright green eyes and you said,
     Em   A
lets run away.
D                            A                              Bm
its 9am the sun wont rise for 3 more hours pacific time you said
     Em   A
lets run away.

D-A-Bm-A

where have you been


                                                                        Bm
I think back to the nights I looked into your bright green eyes and you said,
     Em   A
lets run away.
D                            A                                          Bm
I think back to the nights I looked into your bright green eyes and you said,
     Em   A
lets run away.
D                            A                              Bm
its 9am the sun wont rise for 3 more hours pacific time you said
     Em   A
lets run away


American Dream 

G Bm Em A
Well everybody's lookin' for something they can't find,
Walking straight ahead blind-folded production line,
Only taking time for one type of shoe-shine.
Don't look left/right now you got a street fine.
Everybody lookin' for just a little more.
Working late-nights trying to fight off the day glow.
Waiting for the come-around but it is a no show.
Driving in the fast lane lookin' for the slow-mo...

C D A
Oh whats in store I don't know anymore.
Oh what's inside 'cos I can't hide from it no more.
Oh what you see well it's not me anymore.
Oh I don't know well I don't know man anymore because 

G Bm Em A
I tell you once I tell you twice, gonna be a long time
But you don't take no one's advice, gonna be a long time you,
Where were you, you weren't listenin', gonna be a long time
Gonna be a long time.

G Bm Em A
So now you're face down, face lookin like a frying pan.
Hitting up the clubs trying to feel like a real man.
Beating your chest just like you're King Kong but you're just a gui-tar no-string no-song.
Feeling free like ya don't even know it, man you're towing the line hoping you just don't blow it.
Man ya stuck in the mainframe trying to win the big game so much potential it even makes it more of a shame, shame, shame...
Here we go again, same old shit just another name.
Looking at the destiny there in your palm,
But now you got your strings but you got no song.
So sing, sing, sing - shake it like a chicken wing.
It's not what you get it's about what you bring-bring-bring.
So bring it, bring it to the table, not because you have to 'cos you're willing and you're able!

C D A
Oh what's in store I don't know anymore.
Oh what's inside 'cos I can't hide from it no more.
Oh what you see well it's not me anymore.
Oh I don't know, I don't know anymore because 

G Bm Em A
I tell you once I tell you twice, gonna be a long time.
But you don't take no one's advice, gonna be a long time.
You, where were you, you weren't listening, gonna be a long time.
Gonna be a long time.

Gonna Be A Long Time

[intro x2]
A  E  D A

A                                        E
when there's no place you feel at home
              D                               A
and you think you'd be better off alone
A                                          E
when you think there's no reason to try
               D                           A
and you hate yourself and wanna die

A                                      E
when you're filled with anxiety
             D                   A
and everyone's your enemy
A                                        E
when you wish you were someone else
                 D                        A
and you wanna go out and kill yourself

[chorus]

E D                 A
ooh you're overreacting

(you can change your mind)
E D                A
ooh you're overreacting

(take your time)


A                       E
when you get yourself depressed
                      D                   A
because you think you can't do your best
A                                         E
when you write yourself a stupid song
           D                        A
to remind yourself that you forgot

[chorus]

E D                 A
ooh you're overreacting

(you can change your mind)
E D                A
ooh you're overreacting

(take your time)


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[chorus]

E D                 A
ooh you're overreacting

(you can change your mind)
E D                A
ooh you're overreacting

Overreacting

C#
There's a portrait
     Ab
In a back room
           F#
Which I'll keep for days upon
          C#
Which I relent 
              B
And gaze for hours on
    Bbm                  F#
The muscle, skin and bone
         Ab
Of some imaginary friend

F# Ab F#

        C#
So how about it 
        Ab
Show me please 
           F#
How I will look in twenty years
           C#
And let me please 
          B
Interpret history 
       Bbm        F#
In every line and scar 
               Ab                  
That's painted there in front of me

F# Ab F# Ab F# Ab

           C#
It doesn't matter
         Ab
What I'm thinking
       F#
What I tell myself to do
         C#      F#
I end up calling

       C#
I stay in to
                   Ab
Defrost the fridge
        F#
Now the kid has gone to bed
             C#
A feeling of dread
              B         
At least when she's around
    Bbm
The trouble's there
     F#                        Ab
It's worse to wake up with her falling 'round the room

F# Ab F# Ab F# Ab

       C#
Listen Johnny
              F#
You're like a mother
       C#                     F#
To the girl you've fallen for
                 C#
And you're still falling

       C#
Listen Johnny
              Ab
You're like a mother
       F#
To the girl you've fallen for
                 C#
And you're still falling

            B
And if they come tonight
       Bbm
You'll roll up tight
     F#             Ab
And take whatever's coming to you next (oh, oh oh oh)

 F# Ab to end.

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