Do It Yourself

Drive By Truckers

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D A E My Daddy called me on a Friday
D A morning, so sad to tell me just
E what you'd done
D A E You tried so hard to make us all
D A hate you but in the end you was
E the only one
F#m Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
D A E You tried in vain to find something to kill you
D A E In the end you had to do it yourself.
D A E Who's to blame for the loveless
D A marriage, who's to blame for the
E broken band?
D A E You ran from life and all of
D A it?s pleasures, your own teeth
E marks on your own damned hand.
F#m Thrown out before the date's expired, you'd rather die than let anyone help,
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D 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 the
Em night's so long
C G The dead-end life just drags you
Em down
C G Em You lean back under the microphone
C G Em and turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound.
D A And it's a sorry thing to do to
E D your sweet sister, It's a sorry
A E thing to do to your little boy
D A E It's a sorry thing to do to the
D folks who love you Your Mama and
A E Daddy lost their only boy
F#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 you
D A E In the end you had to do it yourself.
D A E Living too hard just couldn't kill you
D A E In the end you had to do it yourself.
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Composición: Patterson Hood y Drive-By Truckers

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