Jason Isbell - Good

^EYou better watch yourself this ^Btime Or you're waiting in a long ^C#mline Of kicking off a slow ^Acrime ^EI guess the Devil wouldn't have ^Byou But you're used to what you're used ^C#mto You always seem to somehow ^Amake it through I ^F#mknow, I let myself ^Ago but I try to lay ^Elow but it's so hard to be ^Balone ^C I ^C#mknow I never took my ^Aown advice Chased a couple ^Erollin' dice somewhere I don't be^Blong ^C

^C#mI can't make myself ^Abe good, I wish I could ^ESomewhere my conscience turned to^B petrified old wood^{C C#m}I can't make myself ^Ado right on Friday night ^EWhen all these shadows, they get ^Bbigger and bigger ^Cin the ^C#mlight ^A

^EAnother night another rope ^Bburn Well I guess that it was my ^C#mturn To wash all of the pain ^Adown ^EMaybe you were just a de^Bcoy It doesn't matter much to me, ^C#mnoise It covered up the voices I don't ^Awant to hear ^F#mI let myself ^Ago again I tried to let you ^Ego, but it's so hard to be ^Balone ^C I ^C#mknow I never take my ^Aown advice I get tired of ^Eplayin nice and cut right to the ^Bbone ^C

^C#mI can't make myself ^Abe good, I wish I could ^ESomewhere my conscience turned to^B petrified old wood^{C C#m}I can't make myself ^Ado right on Friday night ^EWhen all these shadows, they get ^Bbigger and bigger ^Cin the ^C#mlight ^A

^D#mI can't make myself ^Bbe good, I wish I could ^F#Somewhere my conscience turned to^C# petrified old wood^{D D#m}I can't make myself ^Bdo right on Friday night ^F#When all these shadows they get ^C#bigger and bigger ^Din the ^D#mlight ^B Bigger in the ^F#light ^{C# D}