Good Time Boy taby ukulele według Prof

Rytmy: d-d-d-du | d-du-u-du

Intro (d-d-d-du)
Eb Eb Bb Bb
Eb Eb Bb Bb

Chorus (d-d-d-du)
                    Eb                            Eb
You're talking to a good time boy from around the way
                         Bb
Walk around tough with a tucked pistol
                         Bb
Keep me 'round when your luck is low
           Eb                                Eb
I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms
                           Bb           Bb
Just another motherfucking good time boy

Post-Chorus (d-du-u-du)
Bb
Seduce me with safety, baby
G
I'm Vegas on a Sunday morning
G
Throw me some weight, I'm drownin
G
Who's handing out free do-overs?
Bb
Seduce me with safety, baby
G
I'm Vegas on a Sunday morning
G
Throw me some weight, I'm drownin
G
Who's handing out free do-overs?

Verse 1 (d-du-u-du)
Bb                   Bb                              G
Life's a prison only came here for the motherfucking view
G          Bb
Ay, if the truth will set me free
             Bb                          G   G
Then how the fuck am I here talking over you?
Bb
What you think, angel? Come judge me
Bb
Had a blade to the wrist, I'm lucky
G
When I'm drunk and alone, come fuck me
G
Stay alive, man, the world getting dusty
Bb
If you selfish, little bitch, don't trust me
Bb
Just trying to get by being muddy
G                                  G
Would you mind if I had a good day?

Chorus (d-d-d-du)
                    Eb                            Eb
You're talking to a good time boy from around the way
                         Bb
Walk around tough with a tucked pistol
                         Bb
Keep me 'round when your luck is low
           Eb                                Eb
I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms
                           Bb           Bb
Just another motherfucking good time boy

Post-Chorus
Bb
Seduce me with safety, baby
G
I'm Vegas on a Sunday morning
G
Throw me some weight, I'm drownin
G
Who's handing out free do-overs?
Bb
Seduce me with safety, baby
G
I'm Vegas on a Sunday morning
G
Throw me some weight, I'm drownin
G
Who's handing out free do-overs?

Verse 2
Bb
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
Bb
Got a fleeting sense of well-being
G
I'm doing better than I deserve
G
I'm the luckiest man on this Earth
Bb
If you got a cough, you can sip my syrup
Bb
If you're feeling cold, I will give my shirt
G
I won't make a sound even if I'm hurt
G
I'm the luckiest man on this Earth

Bridge (d-d-d-du)
Eb 
Ooh, let's get it poppin' tonight
Eb
I got some booze in the ride
Bb
I got some boobs in the ride, who wanna slide?
Bb
Last night on God, I could've died
Eb
All of my twins, mixin' the medicine
Eb
Ballin' again, Hall of Famin'
Bb
I'm Matt Damon on rims (Woo), handlin' biz
Bb
Little bitch, put the guns in the Benz

Chorus x2 (d-d-d-du)
                    Eb                            Eb
You're talking to a good time boy from around the way
                         Bb
Walk around tough with a tucked pistol
                         Bb
Keep me 'round when your luck is low
           Eb                                Eb
I've had a whole lot of problems, fistful of condoms
                           Bb           Bb
Just another motherfucking good time boy