Modern Baseball – The Old Gospel Choir (Guitar)

B
There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front

B
But I had no bucks to get, "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck"

Emaj7             B
On the back of it

B
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick

B
In my finger or my toe

B                                         Emaj7
Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest

B
All the way to my chest

C#m7
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears

B
One good night of sleep per year

B
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front

B
But I had no guts to get, "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck"

Emaj7            B
On the back of it

B
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick

B
In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me

Emaj7                      B
And from where I'm standing

G#m                            E
It looks like I'm way long overdue

G#m                            E
I know what you meant when you said, "Fuck you"

G#m               E
Breaking up never felt so cruel

G#m
And now I'm tired

    E
And now I'm dead to me

       B                            E
Can we act like we never broke each other's hearts?

         G#m                             E
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start

           B                            E
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh it's goddamn mean

  G#m                  E
I sure as hell know one thing

    B
You sure ain't dead to me