Werbung entfernenVerse 1
Am E F C GGod is good all the time, yeah, all the time God is good
Am E F C GWhen I'm ******* tired of being polite and overall misunderstood
Am E F C GSo I snuck on out into the stream, cigarette between my teeth
Am E F C GThought I heard the front door creek, it was just my neighboor with her cup of tea
Pre-Chorus
Am G C Em AmShe said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?"
F C GWell, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels..
Am G C Em AmWhatever **** they sell you next don't ever ease the pain
F C GAint that just how just ****** those snickers feel.
Chorus
C Em'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars
F CIt ain't the trip on out to Mars
F C GIt's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you
C EmI ain't got a horse out in the race
F G AmBut we're foes from that place
F C G'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth
AmThat country ain't accustomed
Post-Chorus
C F C F C GMm-mm mm-mm mm-mm
AmDon't you let them dress you
C F G Am F C GMm-mm mm-mm mm-mm .
Verse 2
Am E F C GBattle ship and ouija board, who could ever ask for more?
Am E F C GFormula from the corner store, I had no idea they'd grew up poor
Am E F C GIt was TV in and praise the Lord, then power was on out by four
Am E F C GGranny said to trust the Lord, you'll hear the second settle every score
Pre-Chorus
Am G C Em AmShe said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?"
F C GWell, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels..
Am G C Em AmWhatever **** they sell you next don't ever ease the pain
F C GAint that just how just ****** those snickers feel.
Chorus
C Em'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars
F CIt ain't the trip on out to Mars
F C GIt's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you
C EmI ain't got a horse out in the race
F G AmBut we're foes from that place
F C G'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth
AmThat country ain't accustomed
Post-Chorus
C F C F C GMm-mm mm-mm mm-mm
AmDon't you let them dress you
C F G Am F C GMm-mm mm-mm mm-mm .
Bridge
Am F C GThey'll dress you up, sell you out and cut you down .
Am F C GAnd play their good old gooddamn games until the gospel comes around
Chorus
C Em'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars
F CIt ain't the trip on out to Mars
F C GIt's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you
C EmYou can wear the hats and hit the gas
F G AmAnd wonder where you'll end up next
F C GYou're a lucky one, the truth will follow you
AmThat country ain't accustomed
Post-Chorus
C F C F C GMm-mm mm-mm mm-mm
AmDon't you let them dress you
C F G Am F C GMm-mm mm-mm mm-mm .
Outro
A#Mm-mm.
F G# D# A#The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
FAs long as this goes
G#No, no, no, no, no
D# A#No, no, no, no, no
F G# D# A#No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes
FNo one knows the cost
G# D# A# F G# D# A#Cost
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