Do It Yourself

Drive By Truckers

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Tom:
D A E D A E My Daddy called me on a Friday morning, so sad to tell me just what you'd done
D A E D A E You tried so hard to make us all hate you but in the end you was the only one
F#m Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
D A E You tried in vain to find something to kill you
D A E In the end you had to do it yourself.
D A E D A E Who's to blame for the loveless marriage, who's to blame for the broken band?
D A E D A E You ran from life and all of it?s pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.
F#m Thrown out before the date's expired, you'd rather die than let anyone help,
D A E You?d rather die than take a stab at living.
D A E Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.
C G Em Everyone has those times when the night's so long
C G Em The dead-end life just drags you down
C G Em You lean back under the microphone
C G Em and turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound.
D A E D A E And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister, It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy
D A E D A E It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy
F#m Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
D A E Living too hard just couldn't kill you
D A E In the end you had to do it yourself.
D A E Living too hard just couldn't kill you
D A E In the end you had to do it yourself.
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Composição: Patterson Hood e Drive-By Truckers

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