Tono: G
Introducción:
G Em C G
I'm sorry mama, but I been drinkin' again.
C G D C
Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend.
G Em C G
And rest assured tonight I'm gonna be in Kevin's basement with all my friends.
C G D C
Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten.
Em G C G
And the walk home is gonna be a real shit show.
Am G D C
I'll be pickin' up half smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road.
Em G C G
And then throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light.
Am G D C
I'm gonna put the devil inside me to sleep if it takes all night.
G Em C G
So lets get fucked up, and lets pretend we're all okay.
C G D C
And if you got something that you can't live with, save it for another day.
G D G
Save it for another day.
G Em C G
I'm sorry, Mama, expect a call from the neighbors tonight
C G D C
All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too alright
G Em C G
I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight
C G D C
But don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights
Em G C G
When I'm an old man I can be the quiet type
Am G D C
And I can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my life
Em G C G
I can read a good book and I can be in bed by ten
Am G D C
And I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over again
G Em C G
But while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high
C G D C
Singing, "Here's to the good times, here's to the home team Kiss the good times goodbye
G D G
Oh yeah, kiss the good times goodbye"
G C
I need a timeout, I need an escape from reality
D C
Or else I need eternal darkness and death, I need an exit strategy.
G C
Down in North Carolina I could have been a productive member of society
D C
But these New Jersey cigarettes and all they require have made a fucking junkie out of me
G D G C
So give me a Guinness, give me a keystone light, give me a kegger on a Friday night.
G D C
Give me anything, but another year in exile -ile, illleee
G C D C
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now!
G C D
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, God knows how many times I've said this
C
before, but I really don't feel like doing this anymore.
G D G D G
So Andy lets turn into dirty old men. Close down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn.
D G
Talk about our grand-kids as we stroke our grey beards.
G D G
Funny we're still doing car bombs after all of these years.
C
And I know there are bicycles waiting to ride,
G
But I could swear I heard voices on the other side.
A C D
Saying wait until you see the whites of their eyes.
G D G
And now that I'm older, I look back and say
C D G
"What the fuck was it for anyway?"
G D G
Those dreams are lying in the still of the grave
C D G
What the fuck were they for anyway?
G D G
So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried away
C D G C
What the fuck was it for anyway?
G D G
What the fuck was it for anyway?
Final Solo