Verse: Am E Am E Your knuckles are bare and red as the sun Am E Am E Your head pounds like fists in the night Am E Am E And the woman at home, she said you’re no good Am E Am E You stepped out ‘cause you know that she’s right Chorus: C Am F Am C Am Well good times are found in a bottle and a zip-lock bag C Am F Am C Am And when you met it was love at first sight C Am F Am C Am And it’s trouble ahead and a mess to the left and the right Dm E7 Am The devil you know, that’s where you’ve been Dm E7 Am Out on the poverty wind
Verse: Am E Am E It’s eight-fifty an hour, get your ass out of bed Am E Am E Stand in line and work for the day Am E Am E For a slave-driving bastard, no better than you Am E Am E You’re in luck if you ever see your pay Chorus: C Am F Am C Am Well you’ve had it bad and it shows in the lines of your face C Am F Am C Am But it can’t get any worse now you’ve found your place C Am F Am C Am With those loud mouth, piece of shit nothings that you call friends Dm E7 Am It blows hard, and you can’t win Dm E7 Am Against the poverty wind Verse: Am E Am E The bar down the street smells like home, you’re supposed to escape Am E Am E That mildew, second-hand smoke and old brown paint Am E Am E And the kid is as restless as you were at his damn age Am E Am E You hope that he won’t, but know that he will Chorus: C Am F Am C Am Well good times are found in a bottle and a zip-lock bag C Am F Am C Am And when you met it was love at first sight C Am F Am C Am And it’s trouble ahead and a mess to the left and the right Dm E7 The devil you know, that’s where you’ve been Dm E7 The devil you know, that’s where you’ve been Dm E7 The devil you know, that’s where you’ve been Am
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