4 chords, pretty awesome song.

THE GOOD LIFE - NOTES IN HIS POCKETS

Dm (xx0231@1)    
Drunk at the bar at last, last call
          A# (x1333x@1)              Dmmy (xx0231@1)baby's home on her night off,
         DmSo (xx0231@1)I'm involved in a serious talk
       A# (x1333x@1)                      Dmwith (xx0231@1)a girl I had known growing up.
            A# (x1333x@1)           DmSo (xx0231@1)we buy a six; decide to split -
          A# (x1333x@1)          Dmshe (xx0231@1)has a downtown apartment.
              A (x02220@1)                A#She (x1333x@1)opens the door, falls to the floor,
           Dm (xx0231@1)           A# (x1333x@1)            Gm (355333@1)            Asays, (x02220@1)"I'm bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now I'm yours."

Dm (xx0231@1)         A# (x1333x@1)     Gm (355333@1)          A (x02220@1)  
Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill,
Dm (xx0231@1)                  A# (x1333x@1)         Gm (355333@1)     Aphone (x02220@1)calls after the bars close - unlisted numbers.
            A# (x1333x@1)               DmIf (xx0231@1)she only knew, then he'd be through
        A# (x1333x@1)                  Dmbut (xx0231@1)who knows which parts are true.
                 A (x02220@1)                     A#She (x1333x@1)hates how it looks, but what can she do?
    Dm (xx0231@1)             A# (x1333x@1)                Gm (355333@1)            AThe (x02220@1)girls all talk behind her back, they say she's being used.

        DmAt (xx0231@1)Sullivan's drinking with Justin,
             A# (x1333x@1)           Dmhe (xx0231@1)says he's seen my ex-girlfriend.
              DmShe's (xx0231@1)back in town - and what's worse
         A# (x1333x@1)               Dmhe (xx0231@1)knows where and when she works.
            A# (x1333x@1)            DmSo (xx0231@1)we head over to the Underwood,
              A# (x1333x@1)           Dmshe's (xx0231@1)trading shots with regulars:
               A (x02220@1)                   A#She (x1333x@1)gives me a hug 'til our hips are flush
       Dm (xx0231@1)              A# (x1333x@1)                 Gm (355333@1)              Asays, (x02220@1)"Boy, we've hardly kept in touch - it's time for catching up."

Dm (xx0231@1)         A# (x1333x@1)     Gm (355333@1)          ANotes (x02220@1)in his pockets, rumors in the mill.
Dm (xx0231@1)                  A# (x1333x@1)         Gm (355333@1)        APhone (x02220@1)calls after the bars close - unlisted numbers.
            A# (x1333x@1)             DmStill, (xx0231@1)he insists on his innocence;
           A# (x1333x@1)             Dmsays (xx0231@1)those girls are all gossips.
                     A (x02220@1)                   A#She's (x1333x@1)gotta drop the axe -catch him in the act
         Dm (xx0231@1)             A# (x1333x@1)              Gm (355333@1)             Awith (x02220@1)his shame around his ankles, chain the guilt around his neck.




from Christoph Whitbeck.  You're welcome.
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