[Intro]
A G Em D
[Verse 1]
A Em
Bottles falling in a dumpster and a stale smell rising
G
Through a sickening summer haze
D
To the rhythm of a boot heeled hipster cowgirl’s
A
Clunky sashay of shame
G A
Mundane mayhem the last of their AM’s
D G
Gasoline powered release
Em
Of the rest of the day
G
To the afternoon's rising
A D
Relentlessly stifling heat
A Em G D
[Verse 2]
A Em
Up around the corner a B-Model Mazda’s
G
Sitting crooked between the lines
D
Feeling lucky that 27’s the hardest thing
A
She’ll have to survive
G A
Just don’t mix your browns and your whites with your wine
D G
and don’t sit on your cigarettes
Em
You’ll feel like shit soon enough and
A D
Deserves got no say in a story’s past
[Chorus]
G
It’s what alive feels like
Em G
Bored children caught between dog days
D
When night turns them loose
Em
All that’s different for girls is
G D
The bragging and who it’s done to
[Verse 3]
A Em
Everyone claims that the times
G
Are a changing as theirs pass them by
D
And everyone’s right
A Em G D
[Verse 4]
A Em
Way down beneath all the talk and Tequila
G
And reasons excuses and doubts
D
Breathing steam from his cup and
A
Stink from his fingers he’s starting to figure it out
G A
The old mans world was more doing than thinking and the
D G
Doing was more cut and dried
Em
Now girls collect trophies as
G
Much as the boys and come
A D
Home just as filthy and fried
Em
Now girls collect trophies as
G
Much as the boys and come
A D
Home just as filthy and fried
