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"The Good Times Are Killing Me" Bb: -1- F: -1-| -3- -1-| -3- -2-| -3- -3-| -1- -3-| -x- -1- Intro: Bb F The good times are killing me. Here we go!
GBbot dirt, got air, goFt water and I know you can carry on. SBbhrug off shortsighted false excitement and Foh what can I say' HBbave one, have twFenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent. TBbhe good times aFre killing me. KBbick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didnF't like what I said. The good tiBbmes are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but whaFt the hell did we say' The good times are killing me. BbThe good times are killing me. FThe good times are killing me.
Bb F -1-------------1-------------1--------| ---3---------3---1---------1----------| -----3-----3-------2-----2------------| Repeat -------3--------------3---------------| --------------------------------------| --------------------------------------| (If you are singing and playing guitar, this part works best if you hit the Gm Chord and then the F) Gm: -3- -3- -3- -5- -5- -3-
GmFed up witFh all that LSD. GmNeed more sleep Fthan coke or methamphetamines. GmLate nights wiFth warm, warm whiskey. GmI guess the goodF times they were all just killing me.
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