Tabbed by: Kackao

Tuning: Standard



C              D
From my humble beginning
G             C
To our bitter end
                         D
You were the one who was pretending
G               C
That I was your orphan
     G                      C           D           G
In a brownstone apartment in Brooklyn I found a new place to dwell
   G                    C                    D                G
I tore up my ticket to Tennessee and checked out of the Hollywood hotel


Bm                Em
You can call me a turncoat
C            D
Challenge my dignity
             G           D
But you were wrong about me
         G                       D
You were wrong, all along, about me


C                    D
Take of your plastic halo
G                                    C
But don't shun the monks inside your head
                     D
Give it to the gullible grooms
G                                C
Who drink their snake oil beside your bed
        G                        C        D       G
In your conjured up courtroom my integrity is on trial
     G                     C        D      G
The prosecution is gathering evidence from denial


Bm                    Em
You can preach to the choir
C            D
Say that I'm guilty
             G           D
But you were wrong about me
         G                       D
You were wrong, all along, about me


C
Go tell all your friends
G
Tell the boys back home about it
C
Tell your nurses and nuns about it
G
Tell all your cats about it
         C                   G C G
You were wrong you were wrong...


C                              D
Stubborn cowboys click their bootheels
G                           C
They're all settling their debts
                    D
I'm not making any more deals
G                       C
I ain't placing no more bets
     G                        C                D           G
Downtown on wall street where the millionaires smoke their cigars
     G                   C        D                    G
I traded all my savings for a new suit and an electric guitar


Bm                   Em
You could say that I sold out
C                    D
But nobody works for free
             G           D
But you were wrong about me
         G                       D
You were wrong, all along, about me