The Allman Brothers Band - Get on with your life

^C7I went around to your house, found you ^F7laid up in the bed. By ^C7early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk, you couldn't ^C7even raise up your head. So, get ^F7on with your life, bab^F#dimy; please, let me get on with^C min^C7e. These ^G7days and your ways are so painful^Ab7, ^Ab7You're just ^G7wasting all our precious ^C7time. ^{Eb Ab7 G7}

^C7Since first I knew your name, I wasn't ^F7sure that you really cared. Spe^C7nt most of your time with the other boys & it's been al^C7l downhil^D7l from ^C7there. ^F7So, get on with your life, baby; ple^F#dimase, let me get on with min^C7e. Each d^G7ay brings a new confusion; ^Ab7 another ^G7way to break this poor he^C7art of^Eb min^Ab7e. ^G7

I can't ^F7begin to count the times that I've ^F#dim7told you You better ^C7change all your wicked ways. But I'm real ^F7sure whatever the ^F#dim7number, Ah, it's the ^Ab7same as the times you laughed in my ^G7face.

^C7Won't somebody please wake me from this^F7 bad dream? I r^C7emember my grandmama told me, "Things ain't always what^C7 they ^D7seem." ^{C7 F7}So, get on with your life, baby; p^F#dimlease, let me get on with ^C7mine. Each d^G7ay brings another confusion, ^F7 It's abo^Ab7ut to break this poor hear^C7t of m^Ebine.^{Ab7 G7 G7}Oh, I'm gonna lose my o^Ab7nly mind. ^G7Baby, please, don't you break this poor h^Ab7eart of min^G7e.