Am     G     C   Csus4  Dm
e|-0-| |-3-| |-0-| |-0-| |-5-|
B|-1-| |-3-| |-1-| |-1-| |-6-|
G|-2-| |-0-| |-0-| |-0-| |-7-|
D|-2-| |-0-| |-2-| |-3-| |-7-|
A|-0-| |-2-| |-3-| |-3-| |-5-|
E|-x-| |-3-| |-x-| |-x-| |-x-|


[Intro]
 Am  G  Am G Csus4

[Pigeon John]
Am
 I spent six months on the road
 Watching the trees through the window
G
 Singin my songs to packed-in shows
 Girls fill the whole front row
        Am     G     Csus4
 But it don't mean a thing... hmm-mmm-mm
Am 
 The scene's insane on the low
 Bathroom stalls packed full of snow
G 
 Anything you want is yours on the go
 Suicide Girls at the do'
        Am     G     Csus4                   Am
 But it don't mean a thing... if you're not here
                  G
 ..If you're not here
        Am     G     Csus4             
 But it don't mean a thing... hmm-mmm-mm

Am
 I'm in a brand new Cadillac
 The engine purrs, the paint spills black
G
 Rollin with homies who don't know how to act 
 and we all got our seats pushed back
         Am     G     Csus4                   C
 But, it don't mean a thing... if you're not here!

 [Chorus]
                             Dm
 This ain't another love song
                                           Am
 I'm tryna figure out what's right or wrong
                                             C
 Before we're gone (before we're gone) oh-oh
                                  Dm
 Let's stand outside of all regret
                             Am
 and share another cigarette
 Before we're gone... oh-oh


 [Pigeon John]
Am 
 Uh, it seems the party never end
 Hundred dollar tab bills, so-called friends
G
 They promise and smile and laugh and pretend
 that they all wanna share this syringe
         Am     G     Csus4
 But, it don't mean a thing... hmm-mmm-mm
Am 
 I sing this song from inside
 Behind the walls, behind all the pride
G
 For fear that I'll never realize
 that you are the prize 
       Am     G     Csus4                   C   
And it don't mean a thing... if you're not here!


 [Chorus]
                                  Dm
 Hey, this ain't another love song
                                           Am
 I'm tryna figure out what's right or wrong
                                            C
 Before we're gone (before we're gone) oh-oh
                                        Dm
 (Hey) let's stand outside of all regret
                            Am
 and share another cigarette
                           C
 Before we're gone... oh-oh
                                         Dm
 You go ahead and reapply your Chap-stick
                               Am                                
 Me? I'm gonna take my last sip
                           C
 Before we're gone... oh-oh
                               Dm
 You run ahead and call shotgun
                                                Am
 I don't, and then you smile and say I'm not fun
 Before we're gone, before we're gone