Living Room Floor

           G             Em
Woke up nearly six ‘o clock
              Am            D
It was our last day in Vermont
                 G          Em  
One of us was still missing
Am  D

              G
Staying at Tommy’s place
          Am                   Em
Doing nothing but playing for no pay
       D                 G  Em  
And anybody who wanted to listen
Am  D

              C
Tommy had a buddy 
had turned twenty-one
      D                        
At midnight just a couple hours 
   G
before
        Em                         
And I look to my left, seen him 
         Am
wake up laughing
                        D
On a blanket, on some bullshit
                                G  
All alone on the living room floor
Em

         Am         D
On the living room floor


[Verse 2]
                  G            Em
And I keep a portrait in my pocket
       Am                   D
Of myself the year I got stung
           G    Em
By that silly man
        Am        D
(Woah, oh, woah, oh)
                    G           Em
You could see the fire in my eyes
                  Am            D
When he fired off to no surprise
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                G             Em
He didn’t come to give a damn
        Am           D
(Woah, oh, woah, oh)
           C
And the bottle of merlot fell over
          D                     
When he got up to go and finally 
      G
slammed the door
       Em                          
Wait, what have we got left? Seen 
             Am
it come up easy

Blood and baking soda
    D
Scrubbing on the rug on the living 
room floor
          G                 Em 
On the living room floor, on the 
         Am           D
living room floor, mmm


[Bridge]
     C                       D
And I am in my own lane, I will not 
let myself down
G                         Em
I am in my own place, I am my own 
house
      C                      D
And I am in my own lane, I will not 
let myself down
 G                         Em
I am in my own place, I am my own 
house
   C                         D
I am in my own lane, I will not let 
myself down
              G                    
And sing it, I am in my own place, 
Em
I am my own house
     C                            
And I am in my own lane, I will not 
D
let myself down
G                     Em
I am in my own place, I am my own 
house
  C        D
Yes, indeed I am


[Verse 3]
              G                Em
And when my old man come to visit
           Am                     
He said "Is it ever tough to look 
D
back?
  G                Em
Does it get too loud?"
  Am       D
Woah, ah
          G                     
"Do you ever wish you could have 
Em
done
                   Am
Them things you never done?
              D            G      
Are you sentimental mama, are you 
   Em
proud?"
    Am        D
Woah, oh
            C                    
"And you didn't have to order out 
      D
for me
                              G
I know it’s something that you can’t
 afford
         Em                     
Have you got any left?" Tell him 
           Am
“Babe, I made this
With my own hands." Ain't it 
    D                       G  Em
something? Sitting cross-legged
              Am              D   
‘Cause we haven’t got a table yet,
        G  Em
 oh, oh
                   Am              
Saving up, gonna get a few chairs, 
  D         G
get a whole set
  Em             Am           D  
And I got my bed and my closet 
          G  Em  Am  D
and a living room floor
       G  Em  Am  D
Woah, I got a living room floor