Bruce Springsteen

Better Days

Bruce Springsteen

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Better Days

Year: 1995 - Album: Bruce Springsteen - Greatest Hits

	  		 
        D 
Well my soul checked out missin' as I sat listenin' 
        D                          Bm 
To the hours and minutes tickin' away. 
            Em 
Yeah, just sittin around waitin' for my life to begin 
             Em                  G 
While it was all just slippin' away 
          D 
Well I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come 
          D                               Bm 
For the train to come rollin' 'round the bend 
         Em 
I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose 
  Em                    G 
A women I can call my friend 

G                 D                          D                     G 
These are Better Days, baby   Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' through 
G                 D                  Em           G         D 
These are Better Days, baby   Better Days with a girl like you 

     D 
Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss 
          D                     Bm 
It's like eatin' cavier in the dirt 
       Em 
It's a sad funny ending when you find yourself pretending 
        Em                         G 
To be a rich man in a poor man's shirt 
       D 
Now my ass was draggin from a passin' gypsy wagon 
      D                     Bm 
Your heart like a diamond shown 
          Em 
Tryin' to lay it in your arms, count the lucky charms 
    Em                      G 
Get out of these hard luck bones 

G                 D                          D                     G 
These are Better Days, baby   Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' through 
G                 D                  Em         G        D 
These are Better Days, baby   Better Days are shining through 
G     Hm     E G      D 

       D                                                D                  Bm 
Now a life of leisure, and a pirate's treasure   Don't make much for tragedy. 
       Em 
It's a sad man, my friend, whose livin' in his own skin, 
     Em                   G 
And can't stand the company. 
       D                                                D                     Bm 
Every fools got a reason to feel sorry for himself And turning his heart to stone 
           Em 
Drag this fool half way to heaven, just a mile on to hell 
       Em                   G 
And I feel like I'm comin' home! 

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