Sublime - 40 oz to freedom

You've got your ^Ghair permed You've got your ^Cred dress on Screamin' that sec^Gond gear was such a turn ^Con And the f^Gog forming on my window t^Cells me that the morning here And y^Gou'll be gone ^Cbefore too long

Who taught you those ^Gnew tricks? Damn I ^Cshouldn't start that talk, but li^Gfe is one big question when your st^Carin' at the clock And the a^Gnswers always waiting at the liq^Cuor store, 40 oz to Fre^Gedom, so I'll take that w^Calk.

And I ^Dknow that o^Ghh^Bbhh...I'm n^Fot comin b^Gack ^BbOhhhh^F not going^G back ^BbGod knows n^Fot going ba^Gck

and you l^Gook so fine when you ^Clie it just don't show, That I kn^Gow which way the w^Cind blows A 4^G0 oz to freedom is the only c^Chance I have to feel g^Good, even though I feel b^Cad

And I ^Dknow that o^Ghh^Bbhh...I'm n^Fot comin b^Gack ^BbOhhhh^F not going^G back ^BbGod knows n^Fot going ba^Gck ^BbGod knows I^F'm not goin^Gg back