"A Complicated Type" by Michael Trent 'The Winner' Capo on 2nd Fret C C He was a sweet boy never mean to cause no trouble G Couldn't help but be polite he probably learned it from his mother F He's the complicated type Am A complicated type F G C Complicated type C Grew up real fast just like Carolina pine G Hid his drugs under his bible mixed his whisky with his wine F He had a sparkle in his eye Am Like just before you cry F G C Like right before you cry Am G C F G Am F G Am C F C C It was a long night he'd been sitting at the bar G When they turned off all the lights he started looking for his car F But when his eyes began to gleam Am And the lights started to stream F G C He slipped into a dream C Now while most folks dream of money love and hope G His were of violent crashing waves and bodies swinging tied to ropes F While his whole family laughed aloud Am Hovering above a crowd F G C Who for help were screaming out Am G C F G Am F G Am C F C E7 Am Well I'm nobody there's nothing I can do F C G To bring anyone back to life E7 Am But I know that I should try to tell the truth F G C And to fight for the right side Am G C F G Am F G Am C F C C When he came to was if he'd been dead for years G And the wind was blowin' hard both his eyes were full of tears F But a change had taken place Am You could see it on his face F G C Man you could see it on his face C On the way home he found a bottle in the road G And thought of all the explanations that he thought that he was owed F And as he kicked it down the street Am He felt lighter on his feet F G C And he couldn't help but sing Am G C F G Am F G Am C F C C F C F C G C