4 chords, pretty awesome song. THE GOOD LIFE - NOTES IN HIS POCKETS Dm (xx0231@1) Drunk at the bar at last, last call A# (x1333x@1) Dmmy (xx0231@1)baby's home on her night off, DmSo (xx0231@1)I'm involved in a serious talk A# (x1333x@1) Dmwith (xx0231@1)a girl I had known growing up. A# (x1333x@1) DmSo (xx0231@1)we buy a six; decide to split - A# (x1333x@1) Dmshe (xx0231@1)has a downtown apartment. A (x02220@1) A#She (x1333x@1)opens the door, falls to the floor, Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) Asays, (x02220@1)"I'm bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now I'm yours." Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) A (x02220@1) Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill, Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) Aphone (x02220@1)calls after the bars close - unlisted numbers. A# (x1333x@1) DmIf (xx0231@1)she only knew, then he'd be through A# (x1333x@1) Dmbut (xx0231@1)who knows which parts are true. A (x02220@1) A#She (x1333x@1)hates how it looks, but what can she do? Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) AThe (x02220@1)girls all talk behind her back, they say she's being used. DmAt (xx0231@1)Sullivan's drinking with Justin, A# (x1333x@1) Dmhe (xx0231@1)says he's seen my ex-girlfriend. DmShe's (xx0231@1)back in town - and what's worse A# (x1333x@1) Dmhe (xx0231@1)knows where and when she works. A# (x1333x@1) DmSo (xx0231@1)we head over to the Underwood, A# (x1333x@1) Dmshe's (xx0231@1)trading shots with regulars: A (x02220@1) A#She (x1333x@1)gives me a hug 'til our hips are flush Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) Asays, (x02220@1)"Boy, we've hardly kept in touch - it's time for catching up." Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) ANotes (x02220@1)in his pockets, rumors in the mill. Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) APhone (x02220@1)calls after the bars close - unlisted numbers. A# (x1333x@1) DmStill, (xx0231@1)he insists on his innocence; A# (x1333x@1) Dmsays (xx0231@1)those girls are all gossips. A (x02220@1) A#She's (x1333x@1)gotta drop the axe -catch him in the act Dm (xx0231@1) A# (x1333x@1) Gm (355333@1) Awith (x02220@1)his shame around his ankles, chain the guilt around his neck. from Christoph Whitbeck. You're welcome.