"A Complicated Type"
by Michael Trent
'The Winner'
Capo on 2nd Fret
C
C
He was a sweet boy never mean to cause no trouble
G
Couldn't help but be polite he probably learned it from his mother
F
He's the complicated type
Am
A complicated type
F G C
Complicated type
C
Grew up real fast just like Carolina pine
G
Hid his drugs under his bible mixed his whisky with his wine
F
He had a sparkle in his eye
Am
Like just before you cry
F G C
Like right before you cry
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F G Am
F G Am C F C
C
It was a long night he'd been sitting at the bar
G
When they turned off all the lights he started looking for his car
F
But when his eyes began to gleam
Am
And the lights started to stream
F G C
He slipped into a dream
C
Now while most folks dream of money love and hope
G
His were of violent crashing waves and bodies swinging tied to ropes
F
While his whole family laughed aloud
Am
Hovering above a crowd
F G C
Who for help were screaming out
Am G C
F G Am
F G Am C F C
E7 Am
Well I'm nobody there's nothing I can do
F C G
To bring anyone back to life
E7 Am
But I know that I should try to tell the truth
F G C
And to fight for the right side
Am G C
F G Am
F G Am C F C
C
When he came to was if he'd been dead for years
G
And the wind was blowin' hard both his eyes were full of tears
F
But a change had taken place
Am
You could see it on his face
F G C
Man you could see it on his face
C
On the way home he found a bottle in the road
G
And thought of all the explanations that he thought that he was owed
F
And as he kicked it down the street
Am
He felt lighter on his feet
F G C
And he couldn't help but sing
Am G C
F G Am
F G Am C F C
C F C F C G C
