The Old Gospel Choir

C           G
  There's a tombstone in the brush 
with your name on the front
But I had no bucks to get "Here lies
                C
 They-Ran-Outta-Luck"
        G
On the back of it

Sharp as a tack, but in the sense 
that you're not smart, just a prick

In my finger or my toe
Ripping staggered holes all the way 
            C    G
to my chest

All the way to my chest
But every tremble in your voice 
           Am
still echoes in my ears
   C
One good night of sleep per year

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            G
There's a tombstone in the brush 
with my name on the front
              C
But I had no guts to get "Here lies 
He-Ran-Outta-Luck"
        G
On the back of it
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense 
                C
that I'm not smart, just a prick
G                        C
In the fingers and the toes of all 
of those who show interest in me
                   G
And from where I'm standing

    Am                 Em
It looks like I'm way long overdue
Am                               
I know what you meant when you said 
Em
"fuck you"
 Am                Em
Breaking up never felt so cruel
     G
And now I'm tired
     C
And now I'm dead to me


(G C Em)  x2

        G                          
Can we act like we never broke each
  C
 others' hearts?
          G                        
At least mine, I don't know how you
       C
 felt from the start
            G                      
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh,
       C
 it's god damn mean
           Am             C
I sure as hell know one thing

     C                  C
You sure ain't dead to me