Drive-By Truckers - Do It Yourself
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My [D]Daddy called [A]me on a [E]Friday morning, [D]so sad to [A]tell me just what [E]you’d done
[D]You tried so [A]hard to make [E]us all hate you[D] but in the [A]end you was the only [E]one
[F#m]Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
[D]You tried in [A]vain to find some[E]thing to kill you
[D]in the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
Who’s to blame for the loveless marriage, who’s to blame for the broken band.
You ran from life and all of it’s pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.
Thrown out before the date’s expired, you’d rather die than let anyone help,
You’d rather die than take a stab at living.
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.
[C]Everyone has those [G]times when the night’s s[Em]o long
[C]The dead-end [G]life just drags you [Em]down
[C]You lean back [G]under the micro[Em]phone
[C]and turn your d[G]emons into [Em]walls of goddamned noise and sound.
And it’s a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister It’s a sorry thing to do to your little boy
It’s a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy
Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
Living too hard just couldn’t kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.
Living too hard just couldn’t kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.
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My [D]Daddy called [A]me on a [E]Friday morning, [D]so sad to [A]tell me just what [E]you’d done
[D]You tried so [A]hard to make [E]us all hate you[D] but in the [A]end you was the only [E]one
[F#m]Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
[D]You tried in [A]vain to find some[E]thing to kill you
[D]in the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
Who’s to blame for the loveless marriage, who’s to blame for the broken band.
You ran from life and all of it’s pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.
Thrown out before the date’s expired, you’d rather die than let anyone help,
You’d rather die than take a stab at living.
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.
[C]Everyone has those [G]times when the night’s s[Em]o long
[C]The dead-end [G]life just drags you [Em]down
[C]You lean back [G]under the micro[Em]phone
[C]and turn your d[G]emons into [Em]walls of goddamned noise and sound.
And it’s a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister It’s a sorry thing to do to your little boy
It’s a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy
Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
Living too hard just couldn’t kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.
Living too hard just couldn’t kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.
