Tono: C
Introducción:
F
My pockets are empty though my wife has sent me,
Bb
To the store for some cigarettes and bread,
F
I started walkin there, got as far as the square,
C
Then smell of beer went to my head,
F
The thing about beer, it can make a man hear,
Bb
Voices from days long since past,
F C
And with every third drink it'll make you think,
Bb C
That your youth will always last,
Bb
No matter which way you move,
F C
It takes a lifetime to prove to yourself,
Dm
I could have been more,
Bb F C F
I got one foot in the door, I just want one more,
(verse 2)
Bb
No matter which way you move,
F C
It takes a lifetime to prove to yourself,
Dm
I could have been more,
Bb F C F
I got one foot in the door, I just want one more,
G
(verse 3)
G
These days I barely survive on lot number five,
C
In the mobile acres on the eastside of town,
G
I swore this kind of life I'd never lead,
D
I guess I let too many things get me down,
G
If my papy could see what they done to me,
C
I swear he'd march down there and make it all right,
G D
But he's long since gone and I'm old enough now,
C D
I should be able to fight my own fight,
(chorus)
C
No matter which way you move,
G D
It takes a lifetime to prove to yourself,
Em
I could have been more,
C G D G
I got one foot in the door, I just want one more,
C G D G
I got one foot in the door, I just want one more,