The Dead South – Crawdaddy Served Cold (Guitar)

E
We did the grind for many years

A
Too many some might say

     B                                  E
It's easy to get lost with the taste of money on the brain

E                  A
We did it so good, so good so fast

B
We forget some years ago

E                             F#
We were toddlers in the grass

E                 A
Life ain’t easy being on the road

     B
It's grab and go food and drinks

E
That ain't good for the soul

                          A
Well it’s long nights and coffee cups

B
Restless sleep for weeks

E                         F#
And trying not to mess up

A
Well we played our hand

    E
But we killed our fellow man

   B                     E
We traded his mind for a wondrous time

  A
Oh well, what does it mean when you

 E
Let a brother down

B                      E    F#
Can this be fixed somehow?

E
Well the tires flat, the engine leaks

A
Suspensions busted and the belt is weak

B                 E
We always seem to make it home

 E
But each time we leave again

A
You can see the sadness in the man

B                    E
How did we miss this for so long

E                 A
Life ain't easy being on the road

     B
It's a van full of filthy trash

    E
And a bag of stinky clothes

E                A
Long drives and cigarettes

B
Sweaty suits for weeks

    E                       F#
And trying to play our best

A
Well we played our hand

    E
But we killed our fellow man

   B                      E
We traded his mind for a wondrous time

   A
Oh well, what does it mean when you

E
Let a brother down

B                     E
Can this be fixed somehow?(x3)

            A
If you just needed

           E
Someone to call you friend

              B                       E
I should have seen it right from the start X2