Artist: The Lawrence Arms
Song: Seventeener (17th and 37th)
Tabbed by ear by Blinkaholic
Capo: 4th Fret
Chords: C = -32010 ; G = 320003 ; Am = -02210 ; F = 133211 ; G/B = -20010
C G Am
I never wanted to die old,
F
But it's too late now,
C
My heart has grown so cold.
G
And the corpse I leave behind
Am
Ain't gonna be,
F
No pretty boy
C
It's a sick sack of disease.
G/B
We thought about
Am
Ways we'd love to go.
G F
High and beautiful,
C
And fucking in the snow.
G/B Am
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
G F
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
G C
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.
C G/B Am
My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
C G/B Am F
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
G Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
F G C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
G Am
And yesterday I woke up to find,
F C
The black in my beard had turn to white.
G Am
And the pretty girls that used to smile at me,
F Am
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.
F C
So tonight I'll sit up here
G Am
With these street lights and these seventeen beers.
F C
Straight from the page of a teenage diary,
G F
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.
G
(I mean)
C G/B Am
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
C G/B Am F
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
G Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
F G C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
F G Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
F G C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
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