Drive-By Truckers - Do it yourself

My ^DDaddy called ^Ame on a ^EFriday morning, ^Dso sad to ^Atell me just what ^Eyou?d done ^DYou tried so ^Ahard to make ^Eus all hate you ^Dbut in the ^Aend you was the only ^Eone ^F#mSick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else. ^DYou tried in ^Avain to find some^Ething to kill you ^DIn the ^Aend you had to ^Edo it yourself.

Who?s ^Dto blame f^Aor the l^Eoveless marriage, wh^Do?s to bl^Aame for the broken ^Eband? ^DYou ran from ^Alife and all of ^Eit?s pleasures, ^Dyour own teeth ^Amarks on your own damned ^Ehand. ^F#mThrown out before the date?s expired, you?d rather die than let anyone help, ^DYou?d rather ^Adie than take a ^Estab at living. ^DNothing ^Awould kill you so you ^Edo it yourself.

^CEveryone has those ^Gtimes when the night?s so ^Emlong ^CThe dead-end ^Glife just drags you ^Emdown ^CYou lean back ^Gunder the micro^Emphone ^Cand turn your d^Gemons into ^Emwalls of goddamned noise and sound.

And ^Dit?s a sorry ^Athing to do to your ^Esweet sister, ^DIt?s a sorry thing ^Ato do to your ^Elittle boy ^DIt?s a sorry ^Athing to do ^Eto the folks who love you ^DYour Mama and Daddy ^Alost their only ^Eboy ^F#mSome should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness. ^DLiving too ^Ahard just cou^Eldn?t kill you ^DIn the ^Aend you had to ^Edo it yourself.

^DLiving too ^Ahard just cou^Eldn?t kill you ^DIn the ^Aend you had to ^Edo it yourself.