The Dropouts

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Dropouts paid in alcohol,
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G                    G           
late night longshots at the bar;
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waitin' and waitin' and waitin' 
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on a phone call,
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My one   true love   is this 
     D
cheap guitar.

G                       G    
Everybody's flyin' in a harmony 
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rocket,
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everybody's sleepin' on a 
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hardwood floor;
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you got two two-dollar bills in 
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your pocket,
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you've got no idea when you'll get 
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more.

[Chorus 1]
C            D        Em         
  But that's alright,   it's 
  Bm          C
goin' down, down, down.
       C            D*              
     N.C.
We got nothin', but nothin's good 
enough for the dropouts.

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 2]
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G                 G               
Buildings made of bricks and 
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mortar,
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mockingbirds up in the sky.
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Man, I hated going to high 
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school,
      G          G          Bm    
all I wanted was   to learn how to 
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fly.

[Chorus 2]
C            D        Em        
  But that's alright,   turns 
      Bm
out you don't need wings
C                 D       Em    
  when you've got whiskey   and 
Bm
guitar strings.
C       D        Em        Bm
  About midnight   we gon' get real 
loud,
C        C            D*            
       N.C.
  we got nothin', but nothin's good 
enough for the dropouts.

[Interlude 2]
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G         Gmaj7         Bm         D
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D

[Verse 3]
     G                  G         
In a parallel universe, 
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everybody's wasted,
     G                   G        
in another life where we all live;
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       G                        
in the straight world, everybody 
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thinks we've lost it.
        G      G          Bm      
Oh, but we all see what a joke it 
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is.

[Chorus 3]
C   D         Em        Bm
  I know you, even if I don't know 
your name,
C     D          Em       Bm
  the real world   can be really 
lame.
C                         D       
  You gotta make your own sunshine
 Em            Bm
   when you're underground,
C        C            D*            
    N.C.
  we got nothin', but nothin', 
nothin', nothin', nothin',
N.C.                 N.C.
nothin's good enough for the 
dropouts.

[Otro]
G     Gmaj7     Bm     D
                       We're the 
dropouts.
G     Gmaj7     Bm     D
                       We're the 
dropouts.
G     Gmaj7     Bm     D
                       We're the 
dropouts.
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                       Aw, yeah.