Drive-By Truckers – Self Destructive Zones (Guitar)

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It was 1990 give or take I don't remember

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when the news of revolution hit the air

    G                          D
The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters

         C                              G
when the boys started cutting off their hair

    D                  Am
The radio stations all decided angst was finally 

    C                                G
old enough it ought to have a proper home

G                         D
Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bitch

          C                             G
about the goings on in self destructive zones

G                                  D
The night the practice room caught fire

                       C                                 G
there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals

G                        D
"Stoner tries to save an amplifier"

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and it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told

         D                          Am                    C
When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough

                              G
to make you think it's coming true,

G                          D
it's easier to let it all die a fairy tale,

      C                                      G
than admit that something bigger is passing through

G                                D
The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces,

          C                        G
that the devil wouldn’t even put a shoe

G                            D
Caught between a generation dying from its habits,

    C                                  G
and another thinking rock and roll was new

         D                              Am
Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party,

        C                          G
hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars

        G                        D
And the young'uns all turned to karaoke,

                  C                       G
hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars

G                          D
My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet

       C                                  G
and it never shot a thing that could have lived

         G                   D
An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison

            C                             G
till you're nearly old enough to vote for him

      D                    Am
They turned what was into something so disgusting

      C                            G
even wild dogs would disregard the bones

     G                  D
Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bitch

           C                             G
about the goings on in self destructive zones