Whitey - In the end

If I ^Bbcry, I would cry for the ^Ebliving ^BbLook at the trouble life ^Fbrang ^BbLoss and decay are the ^Ebnatural way ^BbTime has its ^Feye on ^Bbyou

^BbAge is a sign you are ^Ebliving ^BbPain is the proof you still ^Ffeel ^BbLoss and decay is just ^Eblife's little way Of re^Bbminding you ^Fthis is for ^Bbreal

And ^Edimeach Little ^Cm7chance That has ^Bbslipped From your ^Ebhands In the ^Bbend It was ^Fall Up to ^Bbyou

And ^Edimeach Little ^Cm7chance That has ^Bbslipped From your ^Ebhands In the ^Bbend It was ^Fall Up to ^Bbyou

Take a ^Blong hard look in the ^Emirror Read the ^Blines that life wrote on your ^F#face If the ^Blines don't read well then con^Esider ^BIf you're alive^F#, then you can chang^Be

You may ^Brise up as light as a ^Efeather ^BOr you may sink like a sto^F#ne But we're ^Bstuck on the same rock to^Egether ^BYou are not^F# the only on^Ee ^BYou are not^F# the only on^Ee ^B(You are no^F#t the only o^Bne)