E      A      E      A
Sittin' here in       L.A., looking       down at my       shoes
E      A      E      A
Drownin' my       troubles on       small talk &       blues
E      A      B      E
Sittin' here       wonderin' if       I could have been born to       lose

       E      A      E      A
I think       movin is       losin and       now I can       see
       E      A      E      A
I let a       false hearted       woman make a       fool outta       me
       E      A      B      E
And       now all I got       left now is a       bad case of Birmingham       Blues

(refr?o)
B
Days are alright
B
I can't take these, L.A. nights
B
This place is a jungle when a man's on his own
A      E
I wish I could go       home