The Good Times Are Killing Me taby ukulele według Modest Mouse

Intro: Bb F


Here we go!
 Bb      F
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
 Bb                                   F
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
 BbF
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
 Bb     F
The good times are killing me.
 Bb
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
F
who didn't like what I said.
   Bb
The good times are killing me.

Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
F
oh but what the hell did we say?

The good times are killing me.
Bb
The good times are killing me.
F
The good times are killing me.

Gm  F
Fed up with all that LSD.
Gm     F
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Gm  F
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
Gm     F
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Bb                                                 F
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
 Bb      F
The good times are killing me.
 Bb             F
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
 Bb     F
The good times are killing me.
 BbF
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
 BbF
The good times are killing me.
 Bb
Shit-kicker city slickers 
F
who all wanted me dead.
BbF
The good times are killing me.
Bb
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
F
with more folks that I don't know.
Bb                          F
The good times are killing me.