Ritt Momney - Young adult
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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
Amaj7 Emaj7
[Verse 1]
Amaj7 Jumped down the well
Found just yEmaj7our shell
Amaj7 You’ll find yourself
I’ll fix Emaj7myself
But if your Amaj7sentences are short
Oh, you’ll have to clear your throat
Let the Emaj7devil through the door
Call yourself a young adult
Seems like Amaj7all the ones you lost
Were the ones you asked to stay
Best to Emaj7pick apart your thoughts
Before they do to you the same
[Instrumental]
Amaj7 Emaj7
[Verse 2]
A Amaj7 Walk past the Atruth
Amaj7 Don’t look for Eclues Emaj7 E Emaj7
A Amaj7 Trust only Ablue
Amaj7 Trust only Eblue Emaj7 E Emaj7
Though it’s Anot pleasant to Amaj7feel
It’s the Aonly thing that’s Amaj7real
Any Ecomfort you can gEmaj7et
Is one Ethat you won’t reEmaj7gret
As the Asunlight turns to Amaj7dust
I’ll try Ato resist the Amaj7rust
The only Eknife that doesn’t Emaj7hurt
Is the Eknife that you don’t tEmaj7ouch
[Interlude]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7 (x2)
[Chorus 1]
C#m You will never G#/D#have to be trC#m/Eue ‘till the roses E/Brot
C#m And if you’re tripping G#/D#up you’ll see C#m/Esoon the ground’s kind of E/Bsoft
C#m And there is always G#/D#something to dC#m/Eo ‘till you blow it ofE/Bf
Pretty are the C#msimple few, the G#/D#simple few, the C#m/Esimple few few E/Bfew
Pretty are the C#msimple few, the G#simple few, the Asimple few few Efew
Pretty are the C#msimple few, the G#simple few, the Asimple few few Efew
Pretty are the C#m7simple few, the G#7simple few, the Amaj7simple few few Emaj7few
Pretty are the C#m7simple few, the G#7simple few, the Amaj7simple few few Emaj7few
[Chorus 2]
C#m7 You will never G#7have to be trAmaj7ue ‘till the roses Emaj7rot
C#m7 And if you’re tripping G#7up you’ll see soAmaj7on the ground’s kind of sEmaj7oft
C#m7 And there is always G#7something to dAmaj7o ‘till you blow it ofEmaj7f
Pretty are the C#m7simple few, the G#7simple few, the Amaj7simple few few Emaj7few
Pretty are the C#m7simple few, the G#7simple few, the Amaj7simple few few Emaj7few
[Solo]
C#m7 G#7 Amaj7 Emaj7 (x4)
[Chorus 3]
C#m7 You will never G#7have to be trAmaj7ue ‘till the roses Emaj7rot
C#m7 And if you’re tripping G#7up you’ll see soAmaj7on the ground’s kind of sEmaj7oft
C#m7 And there is always G#7something to dAmaj7o ‘till you blow it ofEmaj7f
Pretty are the C#m7simple few, the G#7simple few, the Amaj7simple few few Emaj7few
Pretty are the C#m7simple few, the G#7simple few, the Amaj7simple few few Emaj7few
[Outro]
Amaj7 E