Better Days

         D
Well my soul checked out missin' as 
I sat listenin'
        D                       
To the hours and minutes tickin' 
   Bm
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                        
For the train to come rollin' 
       Bm
'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              
These are Better Days, baby   
            D                     
Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' 
G
through
G                 D              
These are Better Days, baby   
    Em           G         D
Better Days with a girl like you

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     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                      
To be a rich man in a poor man's 
   G
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              
These are Better Days, baby   
            D                     
Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' 
G
through
G                 D              
These are Better Days, baby   
    Em         G        D
Better Days are shining through
G     Hm     E G      D

       D                    
Now a life of leisure, and a 
                            D      
pirate's treasure   Don't make much
            Bm
 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                        
Every fools got a reason to feel 
                        D        
sorry for himself And turning his 
             Bm
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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