Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit – Good (Guitar)

E                              B
You better watch yourself this time

                            C#m
Or you're waiting in a long line

                      A
Of kicking off a slow crime

E                               B
I guess the Devil wouldn't have you

                                    C#m
But you're used to what you're used to

                           A
You always seem to somehow make it through 

  F#m                A
I know, I let myself go but

             E                          B     C
I try to lay low but it's so hard to be alone

  C#m                  A
I know I never took my own advice

                E                                B     C
Chased a couple rollin' dice somewhere I don't belong

C#m                 A    
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

E                                B                  C
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood

C#m                 A
I can't make myself do right on Friday night

E                                B                 C      C#m   A
When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light

E                          B
Another night another rope burn

                            C#m
Well I guess that it was my turn

                        A
To wash all of the pain down

E                       B
Maybe you were just a decoy

                              C#m
It doesn't matter much to me, noise

                                 A
It covered up the voices I don't want to hear

F#m          A
I let myself go again

                   E                          B     C
I tried to let you go, but it's so hard to be alone

  C#m                  A
I know I never take my own advice

               E                                B     C
I get tired of playin nice and cut right to the bone

C#m                 A
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

E                                B                  C
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood

C#m                 A
I can't make myself do right on Friday night

E                                B                 C      C#m   A
When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light

D#m                 B
I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

F#                               C#                 D
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood

D#m                 B
I can't make myself do right on Friday night

F#                              C#                D      D#m   B
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light

              F#    C#  D
Bigger in the light