By John Conlee
Transcribed by Larry Mofle rmofle@satx.rr.com
Makin' [G]money at 30 with a [C]wife and a [D]son
Then a [G]short 5 years later, it [A7]all comes und[D]one
She's [G]gone back to mama with the [C]boy by her [D]side
Now I'm [G]wine drunk and runnin' with [D]them on my [G]mind
Chorus:
I'm on the [C]backside of thirty and [G]back on my own
An [B7]empty apartment don't [C]feel like a [D]home
On the [C]backside of thirty, the [G]short side of time
Back on the bottom with [D]no will to [C]climb
It's dawn Monday mornin' and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide
Transcribed by Larry Mofle rmofle@satx.rr.com
Makin' [G]money at 30 with a [C]wife and a [D]son
Then a [G]short 5 years later, it [A7]all comes und[D]one
She's [G]gone back to mama with the [C]boy by her [D]side
Now I'm [G]wine drunk and runnin' with [D]them on my [G]mind
Chorus:
I'm on the [C]backside of thirty and [G]back on my own
An [B7]empty apartment don't [C]feel like a [D]home
On the [C]backside of thirty, the [G]short side of time
Back on the bottom with [D]no will to [C]climb
It's dawn Monday mornin' and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide
