Father John Misty - Leaving la

^C/GI was living ^Fon the ^Ghill, By the water tower and ^Fhiking ^C/Gtrails, When the big one hit I’d ^Fhave a ^Gseat, To watch masters abandon their dogs and ^Fdogs run ^C/Gfree, ^EmO baby it’s ^Bdim7time to ^Amleave, Take the ^Gvan and the hearse down to ^FNew ^C/GOrleans, ^EmLeave under the gaze of the ^Bdim7billboard ^Amqueens, 5 foot c^Ghicks with parted lips selling ^Fsweatshop ^C/Gjeans.

^C/GThese LA phonies and their ^Fbullshit ^Gbands, Sound like dollar signs and ^FAmy ^C/GGrant, So reads the pulled quote from my last ^Fcover ^Gpiece, Entitled "The Oldest Man in ^FFolk Rock ^C/GSpeaks” ^EmYou can hear it all over the ^Bdim7airwaves^Am, The ^Gmanufactured gasp of the ^Ffinal ^C/Gdays, Someone should ^Emtell them ‘bout the time that ^Bdim7they don’t ^Amhave, To praise the ^Gglorious future and the ^Fhopeless ^C/Gpast.