[Intro] D A7D Well I tried, my girl, to put you in a songBm A tune to weep for when you're backG But every time the notes fall flat.E Your face is made, your bags are packedG D You were leaving before you were even goneD Spent lost years in the ring, we're fighting loveBm Now everything that came beforeG My wicked plea and your dreams of warE They hit me quick, they made me soreG D A G They taught me swinging hard is not enoughD So meet up with your girls in New OrleansBm G Tie your corset, paint your eyes and run wild through the Bourbon nightE It always takes me by surpriseG D D7 How effortless your good time seems to beG Gm D D7 And I'll send you on your way without a kissG Gm E Well, I never gave you all that much to missG But, hell, what a timeG D A G Now you're free babe and so am ID So move on with the mirror in your mindBm Watch your style and your stepG And when there's no reflection leftE You'll find you've become someone elseG D A stranger to yourself and all mankindD And she said this rum it just don't burn me going downBm Not like it did when we were youngG It felt like fire across our tonguesE Just like love, that all went numbG D D7 And the sweetest feelings found their own way outG Gm D D7 So you send me on my way with cheap red wine,G Gm E A bouquet of dead flowers and a thirst for twisted nights,G But, fuck, what a time!G D B And you're beautiful but you ain't mineG Gm You're free babe, so very free babeD B G Gm D And so am I, yeah so am I, yeah so am I
Future Midcity Massacre
Kyle Craft
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