Filthy And Fried

A G Em D

[Verse 1]
A                                   Em
Bottles falling in a dumpster and a stale smell rising
          G
Through a sickening summer haze
       D
To the rhythm of a boot heeled hipster cowgirl’s
       A
Clunky sashay of shame
G                  A
Mundane mayhem the last of their AM’s
D                G
Gasoline powered release
Em
Of the rest of the day
G
To the afternoon's rising
A                        D
Relentlessly stifling heat

A Em G  D

[Verse 2]
A                      Em
Up around the corner a B-Model Mazda’s
        G
Sitting crooked between the lines
        D
Feeling lucky that 27’s the hardest thing
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       A
She’ll have to survive
G                                   A
Just don’t mix your browns and your whites with your wine
    D                             G
and don’t sit on your cigarettes
       Em                       G
You’ll feel like shit soon enough and
                 A               D
Deserves got no say in a story’s past

[Chorus]
                      G
It’s what alive feels like
Em                            G
Bored children caught between dog days
                           D
When night turns them loose
           Em
All that’s different for girls is
    G                          D
The bragging and who it’s done to

[Verse 3]
A                        Em
Everyone claims that the times
                  G
Are a changing as theirs pass them by
    D
And everyone’s right

A Em G D

[Verse 4]
A                        Em
Way down beneath all the talk and Tequila
    G
And reasons excuses and doubts
          D
Breathing steam from his cup and
                                        A
Stink from his fingers he’s starting to figure it out
G                           A
The old mans world was more doing than thinking and the
D                      G
Doing was more cut and dried
Em
Now girls collect trophies as
G
Much as the boys and come
A                       D
Home just as filthy and fried
Em
Now girls collect trophies as
G
Much as the boys and come
A                       D
Home just as filthy and fried