A Town Called Luckey chords by Rilo Kiley

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Key: Bbm

Intro:

Bbm Gb (10x)

Verse 1:
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Happy birthday, you're halfway to 60
            Bbm
You have no land of your own, a job you despise
                   Gb
And a lover that's mean
        Bbm                           Gb
And you started noticing a disturbing thing
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Birds eating other birds just beyond the screen
       Bbm                                                    Gb
So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east
                  Bbm               Gb
And you drove for eight days aimlessly

Chorus 1:
Gb
Telling yourself to be humble
                          Ab
Singing to yourself to be free
      Gb                                            Ab
Being full aware that it's a middle-age crisis type thing

Verse 2:
        Bbm                                         Gb
And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town called Luckey
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Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y
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Where the sugar towers rise to line and meet the streets (meet the streets)
               Bbm                       Gb
Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets
                              Gb7           Ab
That covered the bloodstained mattress underneath
            Gb                Gb7            Ab    Bbm
Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink

Chorus 2:
Ebm                    Ab
Telling yourself to be humble
Db         Ab             Bb
Singing to yourself to be free
       Gb     Eb7 Ab     Fm   Db    F7
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

Interlude:
Bbm Gb (2x)

Verse 3:
Gb         Bbm                            Gb
It was the most ragtag group you had ever seen
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A slender man with a moustache on both sides nothing in between
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Looking like a preacher's son who had given into the devil-worshipping scene
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He was a real looker and he bought you a drink
                                   Ab
And you proceeded to tell him everything
             Gb                          Ab
And you were getting a bit hysterical it seemed
    Gb                                     Ab
You laughed like a carburetor and then you screamed
        Gb                 Ab   Bbm
All the doubt and the disbelief

Chorus 3:
Ebm                    Ab
Telling yourself to be humble
Db         Ab             Bb
Singing to yourself to be free
       Gb     Eb7 Ab     Fm   Db    F7
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

Bridge:
       Bbm                     Gb
And he told you how he came to be
      Bbm                       Gb
As an altar boy by his father's knees
           Bbm              Gb
And how he came to lose his faith
             Bbm                        Gb
There was no touching but advances were made
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And his father's hand in slow motion it was approaching him
        Gb                        Gb7                           Ab
And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean

  Gb                             Ab
A stormcloud, a hurricane if you will
  Gb                      Ab Bbm
A stormcloud, a hurricane

Chorus 4:
Ebm                    Ab
Telling yourself to be humble
Db         Ab             Bb
Singing to yourself to be free
       Gb     Eb7 Ab     Fm   Db    F7
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

Outro:
Ebm     Ab    Db        Ab    Bb
Go home late, find yourself happy
            Gb     Eb7 Ab     Fm   Db    F7
It's just a middle-age crisis type thing
       Gb     Eb7 Ab     Fm   Db    F7
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
       Gb     Eb7 Ab     Fm   Db    F7
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

      Ebm7        Ab          Db   F7
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
      Ebm7        Ab          Db    F7
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
      Ebm7        Ab          Bbm
It's a middle-age crisis type thing