Intro: A , E , F#m x2

A          E                F#m  
    Well I been downhearted baby, 
    ever since the day we met.
    So I hid behind all those old songs, 
    baby how blue can you get...

        A               E                D
And the smoke filled my lungs like I was dying,
And the summer sunset kissed my fingertips.

        A               E                D
And the smoke filled my lungs like I was dying,
And the summer sunset kissed my fingertips.

           F#m     D          A              E
So someone grab my wrists and pull me out of this,
        F#m            D               A       E
Take my money, take my wallet, take my shoes.
            F#m          D      A                    E
Get a good, good hold of me and pull on the count of three,
     F#m                      D
Just do whatever you've gotta do...
Do what you gotta do.

A , E , F#m x2

A          E                 F#m  
  And it's cold outside on a Monday.
  Maybe that's the weather's sympathy.
  We hate the traffic and the tax forms, and our day jobs...
  What ungrateful men are we.

      A          E                 D
What, then, do I do with all these feelings,
All the anger, all the there, but Grace, go I.

      A          E                 D
What, then, do I do with all these feelings,
All the anger, all the there, but Grace, go I.

           F#m     D          A              E
So someone grab my wrists and pull me out of this,
        F#m            D               A       E
Take my money, take my wallet, take my shoes.
            F#m          D      A                    E
Get a good, good hold of me and pull on the count of three,
     F#m                      D
Just do whatever you've gotta do...
Do what you gotta do.

           F#m     D          A              E
So someone grab my wrists and pull me out of this,
        F#m            D               A       E
Take my money, take my wallet, take my shoes.
            F#m          D      A                    E
Get a good, good hold of me and pull on the count of three,
     F#m                      D
Just do whatever you've gotta do...
Do what you gotta do.

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