Seventeener 17Th And 37Th

C        G                    Am
  I never  wanted to die old,

                       F
But it's too late now,

                            C
My heart has grown so cold.

                              G
And the corpse I leave behind

                Am
Ain't gonna be,

              F
No pretty boy

                         C
It's a sick sack of disease.



                 G/B
We thought about

                      Am
Ways we'd love to go.

          G         F
High and beautiful,

                    C
And fucking in the snow.

             G/B                   
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
Am


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                    G          
On a warm November night buried 
                     F
beneath the orange leaves.

        G                          
It's a few dreams on the ways that 
          C
we could leave.



    C               G/B           
My heart got kicked out of all its
   Am
 homes,

     C                G/B         
And dying young just didn't work 
      Am                 F
and so I guess I'm dying old

                 G               Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,

        F                  G      
'Cause all my loves would rather 
   C
be alone.



              G                    
And yesterday   I woke up to find,
Am


                 F               
The black in my beard had turn to 
     C
white.

                     G             
And the pretty girls   that used to
              Am
 smile at me,

                          F      
Just stared off straight ahead or 
                        Am
looked down at their feet.



           F                  C
So tonight   I'll sit up here

                       G           
With these street lights and these 
             Am
seventeen beers.

                      F            
Straight from the page  of a 
      C
teenage diary,

                         G         
Underneath these shitty stars like 
            F
I was seventeen.


    G
(I mean)

         C               G/B      
That my heart got kicked out of 
       Am
all its homes,

     C               G/B          
And dying young just didn't work 
      Am                 F
and so I guess I'm dying old

                 G              Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,

        F                  G      
'Cause all my loves would rather 
   C
be alone.



F                   G             
   And there ain't nowhere left to
 Am
 go,

        F                  G      
'Cause all my loves would rather 
   C
be alone.