Gold Mine Gutted

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       Am             G
it was don Delillo, whiskey neat,

        F                C
and a blinking midnight clock

               G                F            C
speakers on a TV stand, just a turntable to watch

          Am                 G
when the smoke came out our mouths

              F                  C
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks

             Am   G   F
you were a stroke of luck

          Am   G         F           C
we were a goldmine that gutted us


and from the sidelines

     G
you see me run

  F                      C
until I'm out of breath


living the good life

    G
i left for dead

      F             G
the sorrowful mid west

               F
well i did my best

             C
to keep my head


( C ) ( Am  ) ( G  ) ( F )

         Am                      G
it was grass stained jeans and incompletes

       F                   C
and a girl from class to touch

                         G
but you think about yourself too much

         F            C
and you ruin who you love

     Am                   G
well all these claims at consciousness

    F            C
my stray dog freedom

              Am   G    F
let’s have a nice clean cut

        Am     G        F        C
like a bag we buy and divvy up


and from the sidelines

   G
i see you run

 F                   C
until you're out of breath.

                                G
and all those white lines that sped us up

    F             G
we hurry to our death

                 F
well i lagged behind

             C
so you got ahead