4 chords, pretty awesome song.

THE GOOD LIFE - NOTES IN HIS POCKETS

Dm      
Drunk at the bar at last, last call
          A#                Dm
my baby?s home on her night off,
         Dm
So I?m involved in a serious talk
       A#                        Dm
with a girl I had known growing up.
            A#             Dm
So we buy a six; decide to split ?
          A#            Dm
she has a downtown apartment.
              A                  A#
She opens the door, falls to the floor,
           Dm             A#              Gm              A
says, ?I?m bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now I?m yours.?

Dm           A#       Gm            A    
Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill,
Dm                    A#           Gm       A
phone calls after the bars close ? unlisted numbers.
            A#                 Dm
If she only knew, then he?d be through
        A#                    Dm
but who knows which parts are true.
                 A                       A#
She hates how it looks, but what can she do?
    Dm               A#                  Gm              A
The girls all talk behind her back, they say she?s being used.

        Dm
At Sullivan?s drinking with Justin,
             A#             Dm
he says he?s seen my ex-girlfriend.
              Dm
She?s back in town ? and what?s worse
         A#                 Dm
he knows where and when she works.
            A#              Dm
So we head over to the Underwood,
              A#             Dm
she?s trading shots with regulars:
               A                     A#
She gives me a hug ?til our hips are flush
       Dm                A#                   Gm                A
says, ?Boy, we?ve hardly kept in touch ? it?s time for catching up.?

Dm           A#       Gm            A
Notes in his pockets, rumors in the mill.
Dm                    A#           Gm          A
Phone calls after the bars close ? unlisted numbers.
            A#               Dm
Still, he insists on his innocence;
           A#               Dm
says those girls are all gossips.
                     A                     A#
She?s gotta drop the axe ?catch him in the act
         Dm               A#                Gm               A
with his shame around his ankles, chain the guilt around his neck.




from Christoph Whitbeck.  You're welcome.