Ramshackle Glory - Bitter old man

^Di was born a bitter old man who got his hea^Bmrt broken in catalonia, 19^A36. ^G i haven’t felt right^D since, so i gave up on life before i a^Bmrrived. i knew this place wasn’t safe for anyone bu^At fascists and republicans an^Gd their apolog^Dists. ^Abut i swear to ^Ggod, i’m gonn^Da die full of ^Emnaive optimism^A; a teenager’s heartbreaking conviction ^Gthat things can be different. oh yeah, things are gonna be real ^Adifferent when we’re finished around ^Dhere. i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^{A D}i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^{A D}i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung; now i feel ^Ayounger every day^G, and i just hope i die younger than i am.

^Di can hear you from a dozen states away ^Bmshivering through a dope sick morning of^A no money left and n^Gothing else to st^Deal. ^Dlord only knows that i’ve had my ^Bmshare, because there were years when i was ready to ^Adie, but it’s only be^Gen recently that i’ve b^Deen willing to live. ^{G A}and i swear to g^God, i didn’t^D plan for things to^Em end up this wa^Ay. i had a teenager’s convict^Gion that i would be different. oh yeah, ^Ai was gonna be real different than the person ^Di became.

i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^{A D}i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung. ^{A D}i always ^Emwanted to die ^Gyoung; now i feel ^Ayounger every ^Gday, and i just hope i die younger than i am.

^Dbut now living^Bm’s a struggle^G, except when it isn’t. (yeah), ^Di woke up this^Bm morning and i wasn’t in^G prison, ^Dbut i can’t promis^Bme that i’m far fr^Gom it.

^Dbut with friends like^Bm you, who needs h^Gomicide? ^Dso this song goes out to a^Bmll our homies locked d^Gown. ^Dcome on ^Bmback now, we need you a^Ground. ^Dthat judge, he ^Bmdoesn’t know what he??^G?s done. ^Dno, judges ^Bmnever know the things they d^Go. how could they?