D Girl, I been D thinkin', this F#m drinkin', is G wreckin, my D health. Gut I D reckon, that's F#7 better, than G killin', my- Bm7 -self. It's been a long,hard F#m ride, right down Bm7 to the bottom. But I sing, the F#m blues,'cause G Lord knows I D got'em. ButVerse 1:
D I've been feelin purdy good, D goin' alright, got a pretty G woman comin' over to- D night. And I reckon that G things are gonna be al- D -right, when the mornin' A comes. A I hate to D tell ya it's the truth been D told, there's all just D souls tryin' not to get D sold. They never grow Bm up, just grow A old and lone-lay. But I'm A feelin' purdy D good today. Break D G D D A Bm7 A A D DD This anxiety, and de- D -pression, Lord it's left D me second-guessin, D every damn thing I ever gave a damn, a- A -bout. Cause when ya F#m work all week, and your check is spent, on G bills and beer and the D government, Lord there Bm ain't much, that an A old boy can do.Verse 2:
D I've been feelin purdy good, D goin' alright, got a pretty G woman comin' over to- D night. And I reckon that G things are gonna be al- D -right, when the mornin' A comes. A I hate to D tell ya it's the truth been D told, there's all just D souls tryin' not to get D sold. They never grow Bm up, just grow A old and lone-lay. Gut I'm A feelin' purdy D good today. Outro D G D A Bm A D
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