Sublime - 40 oz to freedom

You've got your h^Gair permed You've got your r^Ced dress ^Ebon Screamin' that se^Gcond gear was such a turn o^Dn ^Bb And the ^Gfog forming on my window te^Clls me that the mo^Ebrning's here And yo^Gu'll be gone before too lo^Dng Who taught ^Bbyou those new^G tricks? Damn I shou^Cldn't start that t^Ebalk, But l^Gife is one big question when your s^Dtarin' at the c^Bblock And the an^Gswers always waiting at the ^Cliquor store, 40^Eb oz to fr^Geedom, So I take that w^Calk. And I k^Dnow that

^GOoo^Bbooooh, ^FI'm not comin' ^Gback ^GOoo^Bboooh ^Fnot going ^Gback ^GOoooh G^Bbod knows ^Fnot going ^Gback ^GOo^Bboooh ^{F G} not goin'

Cuz you l^Gook so fine, when you l^Cie, it just don't s^Ebhow, That I k^Gnow which way the w^Dind bl^Bbows A 4^G0 oz to freedom is the o^Cnly chance I h^Ebave to feel g^Good, Even though I feel ^Cbad And I k^Dnow that,

^GOoo^Bbooooh, ^FI'm not goin' b^Gack ^GOoo^Bboooh ^Fnot going ^Gback ^GOoooh G^Bbod knows ^Fnot going ^Gback ^GOoooh G^Bbod knows ^Fnot going ^Gback

^GOoo^Bbooooh, ^FI'm not comin' ^Gback ^GOoo^Bboooh ^Fnot going ^Gback ^GOoooh G^Bbod knows ^Fnot going ^Gback ^G Oooooh ^{F C G}