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Intro: A2 – E
Hoo ooo ooo
Hoo ooo ooo
He was sellin’ an old guitar and I bought it
I saw her smilin’ picture in his wallet
He said I call her baby but her Christian name is, Charlotte.
Do do do-do-oo, do do do do
She spends her days downtown hooked up to some machine
They say time can heal, but time can’t heal everything
The lords gonna take her home real soon flyin’ on, angels wings
Do do do-do-oo, do do do do
I’m gonna cry right now and that’s okay
We’re all gonna die, someday
You won’t remember a single word I’m tryin’ to say
Do do do-do-oo, do do do do
It’s all a grand delusion when you think you’re in control
She’s all I got left, I’m sellin’ everything I own
There’s no good in a goodbye, it’s the beginning of the end

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I left some songs in this guitar

Sing Em’ Good My Friend
Do do do-do-oo, do do do do
Ah Yeah
This old guitar case has been a million miles
Been a fools disciple, missed dance recitals, and the birth of every child
Honestly, honesty never goes out of style
Sing the pain my friend
So the world see’s her as just desperate, gray, and old
All I see is my true love, my heart, my life, my soul
At least for one more night I got a beautiful wrinkled hand to hold
Sing the truth my friend.
I’m gonna cry right now and that’s okay
We’re all gonna die, someday
You won’t remember a single word I’m tryin’ to say
It’s all a grand delusion when you think you’re in control
She’s all I got left, I’m sellin’ everything I own
There’s no good in a goodbye, it’s the beginning of the end
I left some songs in this guitar
Sing Em’ Good My Friend
I’m gonna sing the pain away
I’m gonna sing the truth, and then
I’m gonna sing em’ good, for my old friend
Well I cried when I got in my truck, so I put on my shades
Looked up at the crimson sky, as the sun began to fade
And for the first time, in a long time, I swear
I think I prayed
I’m gonna sing the pain away
I’m gonna sing the truth, and then
I’m gonna sing em’ good, for my old friend
Yeah my old friend.

Welcome to the Fishbowl

Intro: F C F G x 2 C …

New York City, 55th and 3rd
I reached out my hand, and there you were
Led me where I thought I wouldn’t go
It’s more than just my hand now that you hold.

Chorus
There’ve been lessons learned, pages turned
Even a few bridges burned
Love’s become a frightening thing to do
I’ve been out, and I’ve been in
I’ve been scared to try again
You’re worth every hurt my heart’s been through
I’d go through it all again, if I had to
To get to you

I still see us dancing in my mind
My arms stay around you all the time
Even when we’re miles and miles apart
I reach out my hand and there you are

Chorus
There’ve been lessons learned, pages turned
Even a few bridges burned
Love’s become a frightening thing to do
I’ve been out, and I’ve been in
I’ve been scared to try again
You’re worth every hurt my heart’s been through
I’d go through it all again, if I had to
To get to you

55TH and 3Rd … to get to you, in a corner booth
I hung on every word, (to get to you)
You’re back beneath my hands, as close as we could be (to get to you)
You pull me close, and dance the heart right out of me

Chorus
There’ve been lessons learned, pages turned
Even a few bridges burned
Love’s become a frightening thing to do
I’ve been out, and I’ve been in
I’ve been scared to love again
You’re worth every hurt my heart’s been through
I’d go through it all again, if I had to
To get to you
55TH and 3Rd … to get to you
I hung on every word
Ooooo ... 55th and 3rd

Chords:
A: x02220
Asus4:x02240
Asus4: x00230
A7: x02020
B: 2244xx (like a bar chord but play the top 4 strings)

CAPO 4

INTRO: A Asus4 x4

Do you smoke, do you drink, do you yell out, “Hank”
Do you fold it in your pocket, do you lock it in the bank
Do you jack it up, or drop it down to the ground
Put the juice in the goose or the Coke in the Crown

Whatever makes you feel like a rock star
You can kick it back chillin’ or you can rock hard
You busted your butt all week
And now, it’s your time to be
Whatever you wanna be
You can dress to kill, you can shoot to thrill, try to seal the deal
Asus4 A (Repeat Intro once)
Whatever makes you feel like a rock star

Do you kick the dirt, or work it Vegas style
Do you hit the strip, or roll a country mile
Do you wear em tight, or do ya keep it loose
Do you leave it in the truck or sneak it in in your boot

Whatever makes you feel like a rock star
You can kick it back chillin’ or you can rock hard
You busted your butt all week
And now, it’s your time to be
Whatever you wanna be
You can dress to kill, you can shoot to thrill, try to seal the deal
Asus4 A (Repeat Intro once)
Whatever makes you feel like a rock star

Now, whether you’re pimped up hangin’ in the VIP
Or way up high in the cheapest seats
Hey, pretty mama, if you roll with me
There’ll be diamonds in the sky and the radio screen

Whatever makes you feel like a rock star
You can kick it back chillin’ or you can rock hard
You busted your butt all week
And now, it’s your time to be
Whatever you wanna be
You can dress to kill, you can shoot to thrill, try to seal the deal
Asus4 A (Repeat Intro once)
Whatever makes you feel like a rock star