Do It Yourself
Drive By Truckers
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D A E My Daddy called me on a FridayD A morning, so sad to tell me justE what you'd doneD A E You tried so hard to make us allD A hate you but in the end you wasE the only oneF#m Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.D A E You tried in vain to find something to kill youD A E In the end you had to do it yourself.D A E Who's to blame for the lovelessD A marriage, who's to blame for theE broken band?D A E You ran from life and all ofD A it?s pleasures, your own teethE marks on your own damned hand.F#m Thrown out before the date's expired, you'd rather die than let anyone help,Continúa después del anuncioD A E You?d rather die than take a stab at living.D A E Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.C G Everyone has those times when theEm night's so longC G The dead-end life just drags youEm downC G Em You lean back under the microphoneC G Em and turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound.D A And it's a sorry thing to do toE D your sweet sister, It's a sorryA E thing to do to your little boyD A E It's a sorry thing to do to theD folks who love you Your Mama andA E Daddy lost their only boyF#m Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.D A E Living too hard just couldn't kill youD A E In the end you had to do it yourself.D A E Living too hard just couldn't kill youD A E In the end you had to do it yourself.