Bm      - X24432
E7      - 020100

[Intro]
D  D/C#  D/B  D/A  G


[Verse 1]
          D        D/C#      D/B  D/A          G
Well, the last one hurt like hell, knocked the wind right out of my sail
A                              G
I'll heal up someday, but it's gonna leave a beauty of a scar
  D         D/C#      D/B  D/A        G
I think I'm gonna get drunk, pull the tire iron outta my trunk
A                          G                         A
Bang up all of my fenders, just so they can match my heart


[Chorus 1]
              D   D/C# D/B    D/A  G
I'm trying to get my---self an education
              D   D/C# D/B    D/A  G  A
Cry one more tear towards graduation
      A                 Bm                   D                 E7
Every Sunday punch I've thrown has come back around to clean my clock
            G        A                          D
The bell is ringin', down at the school of hard knocks


[Verse 2]
    D        D/C#      D/B  D/A          G
They're gonna inscribe my name on the Bridge Burners Hall of Fame
A                              G
As a fool who never learned there ain't no future in it
 D         D/C#      D/B  D/A        G
Some lessons we learn with ease, baby most bring us to our knees
A                          G                         A
I wish I could learn about love without another woodshed visit.

[Chorus 2]
              D   D/C# D/B    D/A  G
I'm trying to get myself an education
              D   D/C# D/B    D/A  G  A
Cry one more tear towards graduation
      A                 Bm                   D                 E7
Every Sunday punch I've thrown has come back around to clean my clock
            G        A                          D
The bell is ringin', down at the school of hard knocks.

[Bridge]
A                   G                    D
A little kiss and a band-aid makes those skinned knees heal up fine
E7                            A
But there ain't nothin' gonna heal this heart but time


[Chorus 3]
              D   D/C# D/B    D/A  G
I'm trying to get myself an education
              D   D/C# D/B    D/A  G  A
Cry one more tear towards graduation
      A                 Bm                   D                 E7
Every Sunday punch I've thrown has come back around to clean my clock
            G        A                          D
The bell is ringin', down at the school of hard knocks.
            G        A                          D
I'm a grade A student, down at the school of hard knoooocks.