Tired Eyes

	  		
 





G                                               Em    C   G 
I woke up this morning on the right side of the bed 
G                                                       Em       C      G 
Happy just to be alive, I cracked a smile through tired eyes and I got dressed. 
   C                G       C           G 
I poured myself a coffee, smiling as I do. 
  C            D          Bm          G          C            D 
Drinking and thinking of all of the places that I'll be goin soon. 


C              G             D         Em 
I'll be on my way with one hand in my pocket 
       C          G           D 
with a bag on my back and my heart in a locket. 
     C          G        D        Em 
And I'm still broke but I don't care, 
             C                D                 G 
because it's who I choose to be that gets me there. 


G                                             Em   C   G 
I woke up this morning with some music in my head. 
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Songs that sing of being alive and find the way 
             Em          C            G 
to spend my time without spending a dime. 
      C                      G 
So I gather the rest of my change, 
   C           G       C          D            Bm 
I put it in a jar to save up for all of the things 
        G             C                 D 
that I know I can't buy with just my heart. 


C              G             D         Em 
I'll be on my way with one hand in my pocket 
    C             G           D 
with a bag on my back and my heart in a locket. 
     C          G        D        Em 
And I'm still broke but I don't care, 
             C                D                 G 
because it's who I choose to be that gets me there. 


   G                                          Em   C   G 
I go to bed this evening with a smile on my face. 
   G 
The stars are shining oh so bright, 
                           Em            C     G 
they let me know that it's alright to stay up late. 
      C               G              C                G 
So I write a couple love songs that make me think of you. 
    C          D        Bm             G               C                D 
I know you'll miss me dearly and I'll miss you too but I'll be back so soon. 


C               G              D         Em 
I'll be coming home with one hand in my pocket 
     C            G            D  
with a bag on my back and my heart in a locket. 
      C         G        D       Em  
And I'm still broke but I don't care, 
             C                D               G 
because it's who I choose to be that gets me there. x2