Old Bleached Hair

Intro

 Em C G G 


 
 Em            C                 G 
      I can't say it out loud Like I used to 
Em                C                  G 
My mouth moves faster than my hands can write 
Em               C                  G 
Maybe it's the weed or maybe I'm a mess 
     Em             C                      {D} 
Hey Man Hey Man Hey Man I'm just doing my best 
 

 
         G                                Em 
Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room 
                 C 
And I'll grab a chair 
            G                            Em 
I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth 
                    C 
And my old bleached hair 
                    G                          Em 
Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt 
                   C 
When they cut the noose 
                     G                         Em 
Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt 
                  C 
When they cut me loose 
 

 
Em              C                          G 
      I traded patience for a double threat 
     Em                  C                      G 
Neck tattoos and a lit cigarette I will never forget 
                   Em                      C 
I don't know who I am, I don't know who I am 
                    G 
When it's all left unsaid 
     Em              C                     {D} 
Hey Man Hey Man Hey Man I'm just doing my best 
 

 
         G                                Em 
Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room 
                 C 
And I'll grab a chair 
            G                            Em 
I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth 
                    C 
And my old bleached hair 
                    G                          Em 
Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt 
                   C 
When they cut the noose 
                     G                         Em 
Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt 
                  C                      C 
When they cut me loose When they cut me loose  

(violin Solo) 
G Em C C x2 


Outro 

          {G}                              {Em} 
Somebody turn the lights down low in the living room 
                    {C} 
And I'll grab a chair 
            {G}                            {Em} 
I'm making friends with the ghosts of my youth 
                  {C} 
And my old bleached hair 
                     {G}                        {Em} 
Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt 
                   {C}       {C} 
When they cut the noose 
                     {G}                         {Em} 
Still pressing on a bruise to remember how it felt 
                    {C}     {G} 
When they cut me loose