Manchester Orchestra – Golden Ticket (Ukulele)

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Please take care of your

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self Was the last thing I said

A
Please take care of your

C#m                       F#m
self Was the last thing I said

                      E            D
Right before that operator made us disconnected

A
If you can't hear me right 

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now I've got a formula vow

   E               D
to figure out this situation

A
First of all

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I'll explain why I cost all that water

                             E
and never fixed that leaking pipe

               D
That floods us to the ceiling

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An empty shot glass doesn't lie

                       F#m
So I fulfilled my appetite

         E                    D
That the good Lord would take care of you and I again

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So now that I sound dead

                     G
I'll try the road surrounded

                       D
And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again

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I promise this time really

                   G
I'm cleaning up sincerely

                         D
I'll make sure that the devil never bothers you again

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How I wish that you'd sold

                        F#m
me on all of those big goads 

                   E
Like being a good father

        D
not a careless liar

A                  C#m
Am I really that old,

                 F#m
Ignorant or too slow