Misc Unsigned Bands – Chuck Criss - Simple Kind Of Song (Guitar)

F                                 Dm
I didn't bother to tune today and oh oh oh oh oh

Eb                                     C
I didn't run a comb through my hair. I didn't shave or shower.

F                                   Dm
And when I woke up I was astray and oh oh oh oh oh

Eb                               C
Clothes I had to wear a slave to every hour

Gm                        C
On a good day, I could be better

Gm                    C
I’d explain, probably never

Gm            C                   F              Dm
It seems that life is more than a simple kind of song

         Gm                             Dm
And it’s more than I can take, and it’s more than just heartache

Gm            C                F                  Dm
In dreams and fights before, I cycled back before long

C                     F     C F
How wrong my song was today

F                                    Dm
I don’t bother to call my friends, I didn’t go and try

Eb                                           C
I didn’t bother with the food I would eat to crawl right back inside

F                                          Dm
A little madness could be quite a pain, it could be mighty fine

Eb                                     C
If it weren’t for the promise that I’m subject to surprise

Gm                        C
On a good day, I could be better

Gm                    C
I’d explain, probably never

Gm            C                   F              Dm
It seems that life is more than a simple kind of song

         Gm                             Dm
And it’s more than I can take, and it’s more than just heartache

Gm            C                F                  Dm
In dreams and fights before, I cycled back before long

C                     F     C F
How wrong my song was today

C7                      F
I'll be in the backyard down by the shade

Ddim          F
I’ll put up a postcard under the tree

C7                        F
I'll write you a postcard in through the maid

Ddim          F
I'll put up a postcard under the tree

Gm                        C
On a good day, I could be better

Gm                    C
I’d explain, probably never

Gm            C                   F              Dm
It seems that life is more than a simple kind of song

         Gm                             Dm
And it's more than I can take, and it's more than just heartache

Gm            C                F                  Dm
In dreams and fights before, I cycled back before long

C                     F     C F
How wrong my song was today