DECORATION DAY Lyrics taken from http://www.drivebytruckers.com/ Music transcribed by Scott Holcomb (lgtsotr@earthlink.net) "Pin hits the shell" ranscribed by Wayne Rogers THE DEEPER IN

By the ^Gtime you were born there were ^Cfour other ^Gsiblings With your ^GMama awaiting your Daddy in ^Djail Your ^Goldest brother was a^Cway at a ^Ghome And ^Gyou didn't meet him 'til you was^D nineteen years^G old

Old e^Gnough to know better, old e^Cnough to know ^Gbetter But you ^Gtook to his jaw line and long sandy ^Dhair How he ^Gmade you feel like ^Cnone off the ^Gothers And the ^Gway he looked at you touched you ^Ddeep down in ^Gthere.

So you ^Gjumped on his bike and rode ^Cinto the ^Gsunset But the ^Gsequel it started with the next morning ^Dsun And the ^Gdew on the bike seat and ^Cyou all a ^Gglow From the ^Glove he put in you and a ^Dlife on the ^Grun.

So you ^Gmoved to a small town, and ^Cthen to a^Gnother And ^Gthen to another with another on its ^Dway And you ^Gboth swore to God you would ^Ckeep it to^Ggether And the ^GState wouldn't take your ^Dbabies a^Gway

Now, the ^CDistrict Attorney said he ^Gmight of forgiven You ^Ghad lots of reasons to turn out this ^Dway But you'll ^Gboth go to jail for them ^Cfour little ^Gbabies You ^Gmade and delivered a^Dlong the ^Gway

Last ^Gnight you had a dream about a ^CLord so forgiving He ^Gmight show compassion for a heathen he ^Ddamned You a^Gwoke in a jail cell, a^Clone and so ^Glonely ^GSeven years in Michigan ^D ^G

Spring 1998 - Athens GA.

Inspired by a magazine article about the only two people currently serving time in for consensual brother / sister incest.

______________________________________________________________________________________________ SINK HOLE X4 |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em D C Em F |-------------------------------| |-------------------------------| |.-----------------------------.| |.--------------3--2-----------.| |---------3--2--------3--2------| |---0--3--------------------0---| Em (Walk to G between the Em and A chords)

I've ^Emalways been a religious man, I've ^Aalways been a religious man But I met the ^Embanker and it felt like sin He ^Aturned my bailout ^Emdown The ^EmBanker Man, he let into me Let ^Ainto me, let into me The ^EmBanker Man, he let into me And ^Aspread my name a^Emround ^EmHe thinks I ain't got a lick of sense 'Cause I ^Atalk slow and my money's spent Now, I ^Emain't the type to hold it against But he ^Abetter stay off my ^Emfarm 'Cause ^Emit was my Daddy's and his Daddy's before And his ^ADaddy's before and his Daddy's before ^EmFive generations and an unlocked door And a ^Aloaded burglar ^Emalarm.

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^EmLots of pictures of my purdy family ^ALots of pictures of my purdy family ^EmLots of pictures of my purdy family In the ^Ahouse where I was ^Emborn. ^EmHouse has stood through five tornadoes, ^ADroughts, floods, and five tornadoes. I'd ^Emrather wrastle an alligator Than to ^Aface the Banker's ^Emscorn 'Cause ^Emhe won't even look me in the eye He just ^Atakes my land and apologize, With ^Empen, paper, and a friendly smile He ^Asays the deed is ^Emdone. The ^Emsound you hear is my Daddy spinning The ^Asound you hear is my Daddy spinning The ^Emsound you hear is my Daddy spinning Over ^Awhat the Banker ^Emdone.

^DThink I'll invite him for some pot roast beef And ^Cmashed potatoes and sweet tea ^EmFollow it up with some banana pudding And a ^Fwalk around the farm ^EmShow him the view from McGee Town Hill Let him ^Astand in my shoes and see how it feels To ^Emlose the last thing on earth that's real I'd rather ^Alose my legs and ^Emarms

^EmBury his body in the old sink hole ^ABury his body in the old sink hole ^EmBury his body in the old sink hole Under ^Acold November ^Emsky Then ^Emdamned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday ^ADamned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday ^EmDamned if I wouldn't go to church on Sunday And look the ^APreacher in the ^Emeye.

June 2001 - I-65 South, Mobile, AL. { Inspired by "The Accountant", a short film by Ray McKinnon. Academy Award (r) Winner Best Live Action Short Film 2001; www.ginnymule.com} Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) __________________________________________________________________________________________ HELL NO, I AIN'T HAPPY |---0---0-----3---0---| |---0-----0 --3---2---| |---1---------0---2---| |---2---------2---2---| |---2---------2---0---| |---0---------3-------| E G A (play the above riff after each E > G > A lyric)

There's a ^Elot of bad wood under^Gneath the ^Aveneer She's an ^Eovernight sensation after ^Gtwenty-five ^Ayears ^ESharp fast curves, ^Gpower ^Asteering Un^Eroll that twenty, ^Gbuy me some ^Abeer ^CAin't too bad, too bad at all ^DPick up the phone if I ever call Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A

There's a ^Epurdy little girl outside the ^Gvan win^Adow Bout ^Eeighyy cities down, eight ^Ghundred to ^Ago ^ESix crammed in, we ain't ^Gnever a^Alone ^ENever homesick, ain't ^Ggot no ^Ahome ^CCheck my mail if you would please, Jenn Co^Dllect my things till I'm in town again Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A But I ^Cget a little closer everyday ^D ^E ^A ^E Gonna be a ^Clong time till I'm back your way. ^D

I've ^Eseen just how much ^GI can ^Astand One night in ^EKansas City, we thought ^Gabout killing a ^Aman Seen my ^Enumber fly by on ^GInterstate ^ATen Seen the ^Emountains of Montana at ^Gseven A^AM. And I ^Ckeep it all together for the sake of the kids Got your ^Dfine-ass self on the back of my lids Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A Hell ^ENo, I Ain't Happy. ^G ^A But I ^Eain't too crappy ^G ^A Not I ^Eain't too crappy, too ^Gcrappy at ^Aall. Oh ^Eno ^G ^A

Jan. 2002 - Highway 666, somewhere in Southern Utah based on a title from a year earlier. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Wurlitzer Piano: David Barbe _____________________________________________________________________________________________ MARRY ME A E D A E D A E D A E D

Well, my ^Edaddy didn't pull out But he ^Dnever apologized ^ARock and Roll means ^Ewell But it can't help ^Dtellin' young boys lies. A ^Ebaby on the way's a good enough reason To ^Dget you out alive ^AGet you out without ^Ehaving to swallow ^Dany pride.

A E D A E D

^EAll my friends are restless All they ^Ddo is talk it down, ^ATwo or eight lanes, ^Eit don't matter It's ^Djust another town. There's a ^Efool on every corner On every ^Dstreet, in every one And I'd ^Arather be your ^Efool nowhere Than go ^Dsomewhere and be no one's

So Marry ^F#mMe, Sweet ^EThing won't you ^DMarry Me Your ^AMama thinks I ^Ebeat anything she's ^Dever seen. ^AThis old town's al^Eright with me, there's no^Dwhere I'd rather be. Long as ^Athey stay mad at ^Eone another, they ^Dcan't get mad at me

A E D A E D

^EEvery time I leave here Something ^Dbad happens to me ^ALike a busted hand or ^Efinding some man ^DLaying where I sleep She ^Edon't mean nothing to me That's just ^Dhow it goes round here It's a ^Acartoon town, I ^Eplay my part And I ain't ^Dspoke her name in years

B A F#m E A C#m D C#m E

I ^Bdon't want anything I done ^A To ^F#mbe nobody's fault ^E ^AEven if they got more money ^C#mand ^Dmouth Than they got balls. ^C#m ^E ^BThat's just how it went down ^ARight or ^F#mwrong, it's just that way. ^E ^AJust cause I don't run my mouth Don't ^Emean I got nothing to say

F#m E D A E D A E D A E D

F#m E D F#m E D F#m E D F#m E D A Lyrics by Mike Cooley / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) Upright Piano: David Barbe / Jagger Harmony: Clay Leaverett ____________________________________________________________________________________________ MY SWEET ANNETTE Am C G D

^AmMe and my Annette, we was as ^Cfond as we could be ^GWe was set to marry in Oc^Dtober 33 I ^Amset my sights on courtin' her, as ^Cfine as she could be I ^Gnever even noticed her ^Dbest friend Marilee Took a ^Amjob at the saw mill and I ^Cbought my girl a ring Had a ^Gpre-wedding party, close ^Dfriends and family ^AmEverything was fine, eatin' ^Chomemade ice cream I ^Gswear I never noticed maid of ^Dhonor, Marilee ^AmMy Sweet Annette ^Cwas left standing at the ^Gal-^Dtar. ^AmMy Sweet Annette ^Cwas left standing at the ^Gal-^Dtar.

^AmMarilee was taken ill, it was ^Cseveral miles from home Back ^Gthen it wasn't fittin' for a ^Dgirl to leave alone ^AmSweet Annette, she asked me to ^Cwalk her to the door As ^Ginnocent as children back ^Dbefore the war ^AmMy Sweet Annette ^Cwas left standing at the ^Gal-^Dtar. ^AmMy Sweet Annette ^Cwas left standing at the ^Gal-^Dtar.

^AmLord have mercy for ^Cwhat we done ^GLord have mercy when two ^Dpeople get alone ^AmNeither one of us had done any^Cthing like that you see ^GBy the next sunset, I had ^Emeloped with Marilee, ^GBy the next sunset, I had ^Emeloped with Marilee, ^GBy the next sunset, I had ^Emeloped with Marilee,

Am C G D Am C G D Am C G D Am C G D

^AmMy Sweet Annette ^Cwas left standing at the ^Gal-tar. May 2000 - Dayton, OH. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c)2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff / Fiddle: Scott Danborn / High Harmony: Clay Leaverett

____________________________________________________________________________________________ OUTFIT G

You ^Cwanna grow up to paint ^Ghouses like me With a ^Dtrailer in my yard 'til ^Cyou're twenty-three You ^Cwanna feel old after ^Gforty-two years Keep ^Ddroppin' the hammer and ^Cgrindin' the gears

Well, I ^Dused to go out in a ^CMustang It was a ^Dthree-o-two Mach one in ^Cgreen ^DMe and your mama made ^Cyou in the back And I ^Dsold it to buy her a ^Cring

I ^Clearned not to say much of ^Gnothin' So I'll ^Cfigure you already ^Gknow But ^Cin case you don't, or ^Emmaybe forgot I'll ^Dlay it out real nice and ^Cslow

Don't ^Ccall what you're wearin' an ^Goutfit Don't ^Cever say your car is ^Gbroke Don't ^Cworry 'bout losin' your ^Emaccent A ^Dsouthern man tells better ^Cjokes

Have ^Cfun and stay clear of the ^Gneedle Call ^Chome on your sister's birth^Gday Don't ^Ctell'em you're bigger than ^EmJesus Don't give it away ^Am ^G ^Em Don't give it away ^Am ^G ^Em

Five ^Dyears in a Saint Florine ^Cfoundry They ^Dcall it Industrial ^CPark Then ^Dhospital maintenance and ^Ctech school So I could ^Dmemorize Frigidare ^Cparts

But ^CI got to missin' your ^Gmama And ^CI got to missin' you, ^Gtoo I went ^Cback to paintin' for ^Emmy old man And I ^Dguess that's what I'll always ^Cdo

So ^Cdon't let'em take who you ^Gare, boy And ^Cdon't try to be who you ^Gain't And ^Cdon't let me catch you in ^EmKendale ^DWith a bucket of wealthy-man's ^Cpaint

Don't ^Ccall what you're wearin' an ^Goutfit Don't ^Cever say your car is ^Gbroke Don't ^Csing with a fake British ^Emaccent Don't ^Dact like your family's a ^Cjoke

Have ^Cfun and stay clear of the ^Gneedle Call ^Chome on your sister's birth^Gday Don't ^Ctell'em you're bigger than ^EmJesus Don't give it away ^Am ^G ^Em Don't give it away ^Am ^G ^Em

C G C G C Em D C C G C G C Em Am G Em Am G Em Am G Em Lyrics and Music by Jason Isbell (c) 2002 House of Fame Publishing (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff / High Harmony: Clay Leaverett _____________________________________________________________________________________________ HEATHENS Main Riff: |---------------------------------------0---| |------10----10---8---8---7---7---5-----1---| |---------------------------------------0---| |---------------------------------------2---| |---10----------8-------7-------5---0-2-3---| |---------10--------8-------7---------------| G C Use this riff for all G > C instances. The top notes can be lightly strummed on the top three strings for a fuller sound.

^GSomething about the wrinkle in your forehead Tells me there's a ^Cfit about to get thrown

If we get the ^Gvan out of the ditch before morning Ain't nobody ^Cgot to know what I done And I ^Gnever hear a single word you say When you ^Ctell me not to have my fun

It's the ^Gsame old shit that I ain't gonna take off ^Canyone.

And I ^Ddon't need to be for^Cgiven By them ^Dpeople in the neighbor^Chood When we ^Dfirst hooked up, you looked me in the eye And said &^Cquot;Paw, we just ain't no good".

We were ^GHeathens in their eyes at the time, I guess ^CI am just a Heathen still And I ^Dnever have repented from the wrongs That they say I have ^Cdone, I done what I feel.

G C G C

It was a ^Gdifficult delivery, Now it's ^Cgrowing up mean and strong When you ^Gtell me that it's getting a little bit tight, Ain't the ^Cfirst time I been outgrown And ^GI'm gonna push a little harder She ain't ^Crevved till the rods are thrown I'll ^Gwalk away ^C

And I ^Ddon't need to be for^Csaken By ^Dyou or anybody ^Celse And I ^Dnever had a shortage of people tryin' to warn me About the ^Cdangers I pose to myself. Heathens.

G C G C

These ^Dtimes can take their ^Ctoll sometimes And I ^Dknow you feel the same way, ^Ctoo It ^Ggets so hard to keep between the ditches When the ^Croads wind the way they do.

G C G C G C G C D C D C G C G Oct. 1998 - Willard's Garage, Richmond VA./ Jan. 1999 - Tammy's yard, Athens, GA. / June 2000 - Marianne's house, Denton TX. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff / Fiddle: Scott Danborn (Thanks Centro-Matic) ______________________________________________________________________________________________ SOUNDS BETTER IN THE SONG Bm G A Bm

When I ^Gsaw her standing there With her ^Abright eyes and shining hair, She was ^Bmlooking back at me. ^GSome are meant to sing ^ASome are meant to talk And some aren't ^Bmmeant to say a thing. But when she ^Gopened up her mouth And that ^Asweet voice came out I lost ^Bmtrack of my own name. Now she's found ^Gherself, and I lost mine And I'm ^Ajust another guy Who can't ^Bmgive her anything.

Well, the ^Gdrifter, he holds on To his ^Ayouth Just like it was ^Bmmoney in the bank. And &^Gquot;Lord knows, I can't change" Sounds ^Abetter in the song Than it ^Bmdoes with hell to pay. I might as ^Gwell of slipped that ring On her ^Afinger from a window Of a ^Bmvan as it drove away. Now she's found her^Gself, and I lost mine And I'm ^Ajust another guy Who can't ^Bmgive her anything.

^GDreams are given to you When you're ^Ayoung enough to dream them Before they can ^Bmdo you any harm. ^GThey don't start to hurt Until you ^Atry to hold on to them After ^Bmseeing how they really are. She ^Gused to dream them with me Every ^Asingle crazy one, Until they ^Bmstarted hurting her, too, now she's got some of her own And ^Goutgrowing me Might be the ^Abest thing for her she's ever ^Bmdone.

A ^Glight that shines as bright As ^Ahers can't be kept In the ^Bmshadows for too long. A ^Gheart that wants to live And a ^Asoul that wants to give Can't just ^Bmsit at home alone. Lord, she's ^Ggave me everything And never ^Awanted anything I couldn't ^Bmgive, just what was inside of me. And now she's found ^Gherself, and I lost mine And I'm ^Ajust another guy Who can't ^Bmgive her anything. And now she's found ^Gherself, and I lost mine And I'm ^Ajust another guy Who can't ^Bmgive her anything.

G A Bm Lyrics by Mike Cooley / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) Upright Bass: Shonna Tucker ('Activate the Wonder Twins!') _______________________________________________________________________________________________ (SOMETHING'S GOT TO) GIVE PRETTY SOON |---3---3-------------| |---3---3-------------| |---0---0-----2-------| |---2---0-----2---2---| |---3---2-----0---2---| |-------3---------0---| C G A Em

^CWay you look at ^Gme like that ^C ^G Something's got to ^Agive pretty ^Emsoon ^A ^Em ^CThrow it on a ^Gcamel's back ^C ^G Something's got to ^Agive pretty ^Emsoon ^A ^Em ^CLiving hard to ^Gchase the dream ^C ^G ^AWay beyond our ^Emways and means ^A ^Em ^CYours don't mean a ^Ggoddamn thing. ^C ^G That's what you ^Asaid, ^Em but, don't be^Alieve it. ^Em

That ^Cshattered look u^Gpon your face ^C ^G Something's got to ^Agive pretty ^Emsoon. ^A ^Em ^CSwallow, but can't ^Gstand the taste ^C ^G Bark at the ^Awind,^Em chase the moon ^A ^Em ^CLiving fast and ^Gdrinking lots ^C ^G ^AList of things we ^Emhaven't got. ^A ^Em ^CTired of life with ^Gthe have-nots ^C ^G That's what you ^Asaid ^Em and I believe it. ^A ^Em

^CMaybe what you need's for some^Done to send you flowers ^EmSomeone strong and mean who can prove he has the power to ^CShow you more than charm and ^Dtake you on your way ^EmTo where you want to be at the end of the day And it ^Cbreaks my heart in two to know it ^Dain't meant to be But, it ain't ^Gme. It ain't me.

And you ^Csay it's these ^Gthings I do ^C ^G A^About me that's at^Emtracted you ^A ^Em So ^Cif I started ^Gdoing something else ^C ^G What would ^Awe have ^Emleft. ^A ^Em And you ^Csay you just want ^Gcompromise ^C ^G Then ^Aact so different ^Emall the time. ^A ^Em These ^Creasons why you ^Gsaid goodbye ^C ^G Just ^Aanother way of ^Emtelling lies. ^A ^Em

^CSomething's got to give, got to ^Dgive pretty soon Or ^Emelse we're gonna lose the very things that made it bloom ^CSitting in silence in a ^Dcold and lonely room While the ^Emworld goes on around us

^CSomething's got to give, got to ^Dgive pretty soon Or ^Emelse we're gonna hate each other And ^Cthat would be the saddest ^Dthing I ever seen. Em

Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Keyboard: David Barbe ___________________________________________________________________________________________ YOUR DADDY HATES ME

I ^Amknow your ^GDaddy ^Emhates me And I got a ^Amroom in ^Ghell re^Emserved. I ^Amknow he ^Gwants to ^Emkill me And it's the ^Amleast that ^GI de^Emserve But I ^Amalways ^Gloved your ^EmDaddy That's something ^Amthat I ^Gknow you ^Emknow. Just some^Amtimes don't ^Gdo what I ^Emought to Sometimes I ^Amyes when ^GI should ^Emno.

I ^Amknow your ^GDaddy ^Emhates me And I ^Amdrink more ^Gthan a ^Emwhale But my ^Amfailures ain't for ^Glack of ^Emtrying It's just a ^Amlittle too ^Glate now to pre^Emvail. You ^Amalways ^Gknew I was a ^Emscrew up Long be^Amfore I ^Gscrewed us ^Emup. You just ^Amsaid it en^Gdeared you ^Emto me But in the ^Amend you ^Gjust gave ^Emup

And I ^Calways ^Dloved your ^EmDaddy I loved your ^CMama ^Deven ^Emmore And I ^Calways ^Dloved their ^Emdaughter That's for ^Amsure. ^G ^Em

I ^Amknow your ^GDaddy ^Emhates me I know I'd ^Amprobably ^Ghate me ^Emtoo. But, I ^Amalso ^Gknow you don't ^Emhate me Even ^Amthough you'd probably ^Glike to and ^Emought to. And it's a ^Amlittle too ^Glate for writing ^Emlove songs But I ^Amnever did any^Gthing on ^Emtime. ^AmHappiness on ^Gyour big ^Emadventure. See you ^AmDarling ^Gdown the ^Emline.

Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music (BMI) Additional Guitar: David Barbe __________________________________________________________________________________________ CARELESS Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G

^ECareful that you don't Use up your ninth one We all were careless once We all were careless once.

Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G

^EIt can't be too much fun Just going round once It all can slip away One banana peel away.

Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G

^EYou left this big ole void Sure miss your sweet voice Gone into the void We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once We all were careless once.

Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G Bm F#m G E June 1996, for Monster. Lyrics by Patterson Hood / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2003 Soul Dump Music _______________________________________________________________________________________ PIN HITS THE SHELL (Transcription by Wayne Rogers) G

You can ^Glie to your Mama, you can ^Dlie to your race but you can't ^Glie to nobody with that ^Ccold steel in your face. And the ^Gsame God that you're so afraid is gonna ^Dsend you to hell is the ^Gsame one you're gonna answer to when the ^Cpin hits the shell.

Your ^Gsister's been blaming ^Deverybody. G BC I don't blame her, man, I guess I'd do the same if you was my ^Gbrother, man, I'd probably stand ^Dby you. But you ^Gain't, man, so I got to go my ^Cway.

And I ain't gonna ^Emcrawl upon no high horse Cause I got ^Dthrown off of one when I was ^Gyoung and I ain't no cowboy so I ain't ^Cgoing where I don't belong. It ^Emwouldn't do you no good to let you know that it ^Ddamned near killed me too so I ain't gonna ^Gmourn for you, man, now that you're ^Cgone.

Picked interlude E D C G G D E D C G

Me and ^Gyou, we liked our pills and our ^Dwhiskey. But you ^Gdon't want your head full of either one when the ^Chouse gets quiet and dark. Feeling ^Ggood it used to be so damned ^Deasy, racing ^Gtrains from 2nd Street to ^CAvalon.

Take a ^Emtrip down memory lane, You don't ^Dsee no friendly faces all the ^Ghouses have been painted and ^Cnobody knows your name. It's ^Emenough to make a man not want to ^Dbe nobody's Daddy, when all he ^Gthinks he's got left to hand down is guilt and ^Cshame.

Lyrics by Mike Cooley / Music by Drive-By Truckers (c) 2001 Wayward Johnson's Music (BMI) Star Wars Wurlitzer Solo: Spooner Oldham ____________________________________________________________________________________________ DO IT YOURSELF (chords submitted by Cynthia Markey) (In drop D tuning)

^DMy Daddy called me on a Friday mornin^Ag ^E ^DSo sad to tell me just what you^A'd done ^E ^DYou tried so hard to make us all hate ^Ayou ^E ^DBut in the end you was the only one ^A ^E ^ASick, tired, pissed and wired ^AYou never thought about anyone else. ^DYou tried in vain to find something^A to kill you ^E ^DIn the end you had to do it yo^Aurself. ^E

Who's to blame for the loveless marriage Who's to blame for the broken band. You ran from life and all of it's pleasures Your own teeth marks on your own damned hand. Thrown out before the date's expired You'd rather die than let anyone help, You'd rather die than take a stab at living. Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.

^CEveryone has th^Gose times when the night's so long ^Em ^CThe dead-end li^Gfe just drags you down ^Em ^CYou lean back u^Gnder the mi^Emcrophone ^CAnd turn your d^Gemons into ^Emwalls of goddamned noise and sound.

And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy Some should say I should cut you slack But you worked so hard at unhappiness. Living too hard just couldn't kill you In the end you had to do it yourself. Living too hard just couldn't kill you In the end you had to do it yourself. D A E (On last E go berzerk and randomly hammer the high E 3rd Fret a few times your pinky while strumming) ____________________________________________________________________________________________ DECORATION DAY Chords: |---------------------------3---| |---1----1------1-----1-----3---| |---0----0------2-----2-----0---| |---2----2------2-----2-----0---| |---3----2------0-----0-----2---| |---------------------0-----3---| C C/B Am Am/E G C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E G Am

^C It's Decor^C/Bation ^AmDay. ^Am/E ^C And I've a ^C/Bmind to roll a ^Amstone on his ^Am/Egrave. C C/ Am Am/E But what would he say. &^Gquot;Keeping me down, boy, w^Amon't keep you away". ^C It's Decor^C/Bation ^AmDay. ^Am/E And ^CI knew the ^C/BHill Boys would ^Amput him a^Am/Eway, But my ^CDaddy ^C/Bwasn't a^Amfraid. ^Am/E He said "W^Ge'll fight till the last Laws^Amon's last living day" ^CI never ^C/Bknew how it ^Amall got ^Am/Estarted A ^Cproblem with ^C/BHolland be^Amfore we were ^Am/Eborn And I ^Cdon't know the ^C/Bname of that ^Amboy we tied ^Am/Edown And ^Gbeat till he just couldn't ^Amwalk anymore. But ^CI know the ^C/Bcaliber ^Amin Daddy's ^Am/Echest And I ^Cknow what ^C/BHolland Hill ^Amdrives. ^Am/E The ^Cstate let him ^C/Bgo, but I ^Amguess it was ^Am/Ebest 'Cause ^Gnobody needs all us ^AmLawsons alive.

G Am Em

^CDaddy said ^C/Bone of the ^Amboys had come ^Am/Eby The ^CLumber Man's ^C/Bfavorite ^Amson. ^Am/E He said, &^Cquot;Beat him ^C/Breal good but d^Amon't dare let^Am/E him die And if ^Gyou see Holland Hill ^Amrun. Now ^CI said, "^C/Bthey ain't giv^Ame us troub^Am/Ele before That ^Cwe ain't brought ^C/Bdown on our^Amselves&qu^Am/Eot; Put a ^Cchain on my ^C/Bback and my ^Amear to the ^Am/Efloor And I'll ^Gsend all the Hill Boys to ^Amhell. I'll ^Gsend all the Hill Boys to ^Amhell.

Em C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E G Am

^C It's Decor^C/Bation D^Amay ^Am/E And ^CI've got a ^C/Bfamily in ^AmMobile ^Am/EBay And they've ^Cnever seen ^C/Bmy Daddy's ^Amgrave. ^Am/E But that ^Gdon't bother me, it ain't ^Ammarked anyway. 'Cause ^CI got dead ^C/Bbrothers in ^AmLauderdale ^Am/Esouth And ^CI got dead ^C/Bbrothers in ^Ameast Tenne^Am/Essee. My ^CDaddy got ^C/Bshot right in ^Amfront of his ^Am/Ehouse He had ^Gno one to fall on but ^Amme. ^C It's Decor^C/Bation ^AmDay ^Am/E And ^CI've got a ^C/Bmind to go ^Amspit on his ^Am/Egrave. If ^CI was a ^C/BHill, I'd have ^Amput him a^Am/Eway And I'd ^Gfight till the last Lawson's ^Amlast living day. I'd figh^Gt till the last Lawson's ^Amlast living day. I'd figh^Gt till the last Lawson's ^Amlast living day.

(pause and drum intro.) C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E C C/B Am Am/E G Am Lyrics and Music by Jason Isbell (c) 2002 House of Fame Music (BMI) ____________________________________________________________________________________________ LOADED GUN IN THE CLOSET Transcription by Paul Deaver DBT songs are typically done in standard "EADGBe" tuning, only tuned down a whole step "DGCFAd". Rather than confuse players, chords are shown as standard ESDGBe ones even they're actually played down a step. Loaded Gun is different. It's played in Open C tuning. The song is basically three played normally, sus2, and sus4 by moving around 1 fret or two on the "e" and high "C" Cooley plays around on the chords a lot, and from time to time, picks the melody on the C string. Once you've played around with Open C, you'll find it's fairly easy to sort out. From here on, tunings are actual notes in Open C tuning. ===CHORDS=== Tuning C F G --------------------- e | 0 0 0 c | 0 5 0 G | 0 5 7 C | 0 5 7 G | 0 5 7 C | 0 5 7 Note 1: Sample "C" riff w/ sus2 & sus4 -------------------------------------- e | 1p0 0 0 1p0 0 x c | 0 2 0 0 2 0 G | 0 0 0 0 0 0 C | 0 0 0 0 0 0 G | x x x 0 0 0 C | x x x x x 0 Note 2: Strum the F & G chords string-by-string as if they were picked. ---------------------------------------------

He's got a ^Cloaded gun in the closet and ^Canother one in the dresser drawer just in ^Fcase the one in the closet didn't make a big enough ^Chole.

She had his ^Cbreakfast ready every morning and his ^Clunch in a box sitting out by the kitchen ^Fdoor. She'd make ^Gsure he had everything he ^Fneeded and hug his ^Gneck and tell him how much she ^Floved him and it was ^Gbeautiful. You should have ^Fseen it. ^C

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