Drive–By Truckers – Do It Yourself Tune down one full step D A E D A E My Daddy called me on a Friday morning, so sad to tell me just what you?d done D A E D A E You tried so hard to make us all hate you but in the end you was the only one F#m Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else. D A E You tried in vain to find something to kill you D A E In the end you had to do it yourself. D A E D A E Who?s to blame for the loveless marriage, who?s to blame for the broken band? D A E D A E You ran from life and all of it?s pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand. F#m Thrown out before the date?s expired, you?d rather die than let anyone help, D A E You?d rather die than take a stab at living. D A E Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself. C G Em Everyone has those times when the night?s so long C G Em The dead–end life just drags you down C G Em You lean back under the microphone C G Em and turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound. D A E D A E And it?s a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister, It?s a sorry thing to do to your little boy D A E D A E It?s a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy F#m Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness. D A E Living too hard just couldn?t kill you D A E In the end you had to do it yourself. D A E Living too hard just couldn?t kill you D A E In the end you had to do it yourself.
