West Memphis Chords

Verse 1: Dm Am Bb Bb F C God is good all the time, yeah, all the time God is good Dm Am Bb Bb F C When I'm fucking of being polite and overall misunderstood Dm Am Bb Bb F C So I snuck on out into the stream, cigarette between my teeth Dm Am Bb Thought I heard the front door creek, it was just my Bb F C neighboor with her cup of tea Dm C D She said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't Am Dm even claim " Bb F C Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels Dm C F Am Dm Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain Bb F Aimed at just how just shitty those snickers feel

C F Am 'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars Bb F It ain't the trip on out to Mars Bb F C It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you F Am I ain't got a horse out in the race Bb C Dm But we're foes from that place Bb F C 'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth Dm That country ain't accustomed F Bb F Bb F C Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Dm Don't you let them dress you F Bb Dm Bb F C Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Verse 2: Dm Am Bb Bb F C Battle ship and ouija board, who could ever ask for more? Dm Am Bb Bb F Formula from the corner store, I had no idea they'd grew up C poor Dm Am Bb Bb F It was TV in and praise the Lord, then power was on out by C four Dm Am Bb Bb Granny said to trust the Lord, you'll hear the second settle F C every score Dm C F Am Dm What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim? Bb F Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels Dm C F Am Dm But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain Bb F C It ain't that just how them city slickers deal F Am 'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars Bb F It ain't the trip on out to Mars Bb F C It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you F Am I ain't got a horse out in the race Bb C Dm But we're foes from that same place Bb D C 'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth Dm That country ain't accustomed F Bb F Bb F C Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Dm Don't you let them dress you F Bb C Dm Bb F C Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mmm Dm Bb F C They'll dress you up, sell you out and cut you down Dm Bb F And play their good old gooddamn games until the gospel C comes around F Am It ain't the booze, it ain't the bars Bb F It ain't the trip on out to Mars Bb F C It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you F Am You can wear the hats and hit the gas Bb C Dm And wonder where you'll end up next Bb F C You're a lucky one, the truth will follow you Dm That country ain't accustomed F Bb F Bb F C Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Dm Don't you let them dress you F Bb C Dm Bb F C Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mmm Outro: Eb Mm-mm Bb Db Ab Eb The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes Bb As long as this goes Db Ab No, no, no, no, no Eb No, no, no, no, no Bb Db Ab No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long Eb as this goes Bb No one knows the cost Db Ab Eb Bb Cost Db Ab Eb