Complicated Type

	  		

 



C 
            C 
He was a sweet boy never mean to cause no trouble 
             G   
Couldn't help but be polite he probably learned it from his mother 
             F 
He's the complicated type 
  Am 
A complicated type  
F       G      C         
Complicated type 

        C 
Grew up real fast just like Carolina pine 
                G 
Hid his drugs under his bible mixed his whisky with his wine 
             F 
He had a sparkle in his eye 
     Am 
Like just before you cry 
     F            G     C 
Like right before you cry 

Am G C  
F G Am  
F G Am C F C 

         C 
It was a long night he'd been sitting at the bar 
              G 
When they turned off all the lights he started looking for his car 
                 F 
But when his eyes began to gleam 
        Am 
And the lights started to stream 
   F              G     C 
He slipped into a dream 

          C 
Now while most folks dream of money love and hope 
            G 
His were of violent crashing waves and bodies swinging tied to ropes 
                F 
While his whole family laughed aloud 
    Am 
Hovering above a crowd 
        F                               G    C     
Who for help were screaming out 

Am G C  
F G Am  
F G Am C F C 

         E7                           Am 
Well I'm nobody there's nothing I can do 
             F              C     G 
To bring anyone back to life 
       E7                                Am 
But I know that I should try to tell the truth 
       F             G        C 
And to fight for the right side 

Am G C  
F G Am  
F G Am C F C 

        C 
When he came to was if he'd been dead for years 
        G 
And the wind was blowin' hard both his eyes were full of tears 
      F 
But a change had taken place  
          Am 
You could see it on his face 
              F             G     C 
Man you could see it on his face 

       C 
On the way home he found a bottle in the road 
               G 
And thought of all the explanations that he thought that he was owed 
          F 
And as he kicked it down the street  
        Am 
He felt lighter on his feet 
       F                 G      C 
And he couldn't help but sing 

Am G C  
F G Am  
F G Am C F C 
C F C F C G C