YOUNG DRUNK – THE SMITH STREET BAND

G                       D
one day there will come a time when
     Em                  Bm                 C
the person you are named after dies
                  D/G                              G             
and all of a sudden you're the only one
       
left

        G                         D                Em
and out of something as insincere as pride
                      Bm                 C
you'll change the way you turned on time
                                  D
to remember the smiles
                                       G               D
as we stood out front of the little church
Em                Bm                   C
the traffic just close enough to drown out

whatever we heard the family say
             D
as they waved the hearse away

      G
and tonight i'm getting young
           C
drunk
                                         Em
walking down the streets where i grew up
                                    D
knowing that they're to blame it
                          C                  G
all the red brick fences look the same


i'm getting young
         C
drunk
                                             Em
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    D
knowing that they're to blame it
                       C                     G
all the red brick fences look the same
G C Em D 
whoa oh

       G                                D
and all alone in the suburbs
                                              C                 
i can make as much noise as i want
                                           D
without disturbing more than the wind
                       
in the trees and
 G                      D
passing cars and security lights
Em                        Bm
guide my way home through the night
       C
i feel safe here
D                                                                    C
and the neighbours aren't close enough to hate me



      G
and tonight i'm getting young
           C
drunk
                                         Em
walking down the streets where i grew up
                                    D
knowing that they're to blame it
                        C                    G
all the red brick fences look the same


i'm getting young
         C
drunk
                                             Em
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    D
knowing that they're to blame it
                        C                    G
all the red brick fences look the same
G C Em D 
whoa oh


            G
and i've finally found a home
      D                                                                Em
in a handful of people i was lucky enough to bump into
                D                               G      
we act like pessimists but we're in love with it


      G
and I?m in love with you
           D
and our tiny bed in the upstairs front room
       Em
of a rundown terrace house
            D
which is obviously perfect as it sounds
G            D
even in the summer when the
Em                            Bm                 C
cardboard window that you tape on everyday
                                  D                     
falls out and wakes us up 



      G
and tonight i'm getting young
           C
drunk
                                         Em
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    D
knowing that they're to blame it
                         C                   G
all the red brick fences look the same


i'm getting young
         C
drunk
                                             Em
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    D
knowing that they're to blame it
                        C                    G
all the red brick fences look the same
G C Em D 
whoa oh

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