Left Handed
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Tuning: G C E A
| Cj7 | Cj7 | F | F | Cj7 | Cj7 | F | F | Cj7 | Cj7 | F | F |
| Cj7 | Cj7 | G | G | Cj7 | Cj7 | G | G | Cj7 | Cj7 | G | G | Cj7 | Cj7 |
I'm Friding down Kingsley,
Figuring I'll get a Fdrink
TFurn the radio up loud,
G | F G |
So I don't have to think,
I tFake her to the floor,
Looking for a moment when the world seems rFight,
And I tear into the gDmuts,
Hmmm Fof somethiG7ng in the nighFt
You're born with nothing,
And better off that wFay,
Soon as you've gFot something the send
G | F G |
Someone to try and take it away,
You can riFde this road 'till dawn,
Without another human being in sFight,
Just kids wasted Dmon
Hmmm Fsomething iG7n the nighFt
GNothing is forgotten or forgiven,
F | F F F F |
When it's your last time around,
GI got stuff running around 'round my head
That I just can't live dFown G7 G
WheFn we found the things we loved,
They were crushed and dying in the dFirt
WeF tried to pick up the pieces,
G | F G |
And get away without getting hurt,
But theyF caught us at the state line,
And burned our cars in one last Ffight,
And left us running burned and Dmblind,
Hmm chFasing somethiG7ng in the nighFt | Cj7 | Cj7 | G | G | (to fade out)
Cj7 F F G G7 Dm
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