Good To Be taby ukulele według Mark Ambor

C

[Verse 1]
C
Maybe I'm not some chosen one
    F
But damnit, I'm my father's son
    Am                                   G
And that's something I'm pretty proud to be
    C
The colder days have drawn their guns
    F
The warmer days are on the run
    Am                               G
And I hate that I'm stuck right in between

[Pre-Chorus]
       C    G  Am   G    F
(I'll) turn my grey skies blue
     C  G  Am G   F
Just tryna be like you

[Chorus]
      Am               C
Going top down in that old Mercedes
F               C        G
Music loud, go ahead and hate me
Am                C              F        C G
Spare the nickel, I'll just keep the dime
Am           C
Find ways to cut the fat
F                C       G
Hot coffee and a Trident pack
Am              C            F   C G
Damnit, it's so good to be alive

[Verse 2]
C
Heroes come to save a mess
    F
You sewed the holes inside my chest
    Am                             G
And found a way to soak up all the stains
    C
Got all my anger bottled up
  F
A drop away to fill that cup
    Am                        G
But any more and I might go insane

[Pre-Chorus]
         C    G  Am   G    F
Oh, I'll turn my grey skies blue
     C  G  Am G   F
Just tryna be like you

[Chorus]
            Am               C
(Ooh) Going top down in that old Mercedes
F               C        G
Music loud, go ahead and hate me
Am                C              F        C G
Spare the nickel, I'll just keep the dime
Am           C
Find ways to cut the fat
F                C       G
Hot coffee and a Trident pack
Am              C            F   C G
Damnit, it's so good to be alive

[Instrumental Break]
Am   C   F   C G
*whistle the chorus*
Am   C   F   C G
*whistle the chorus*
Am   C   F   C G
*whistle the chorus*

[Outro]
Am              C            F   C G
Damnit, it's so good to be alive  (He-)

Am   C   F   C G
ey!)
Am   C   F   C G