That´s my vision of Loserville...
* Instead you can use a capo on 2 and play in key "A"
INTRO: B E B E
B
Well it´s another dead night around here
E
Another Saturday night here in Loserville
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And all us losers are looking for something to do
B
Well Robert Earle´s my best friend
E
And my Daddy used to work with his
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Way back before they shut down the Textile Mill
B
Well Bobby and William both live up the road
E
And I´ve known ´em for years now forever I suppose
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Not a bad group all in all as losers go
B
Well I stole a twenty from my old Man´s wallet just cause it was there
E
And we took off down the road just drinking our beer
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A dangerous combination of nothing to lose and nothing to fear
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I didn´t know just how fast life goes
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Took it for granted just because it wasen´t fun I suppose, I suppose
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B
Well old man Jonhson lives on the outskirts of town
E
That crazy old man, nobody goes around
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Nobody ´cept for punks like me and my friends
B
We´d pull up in his yard and throw bottles at his house
E
Open all his gates and let his cattle out
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And just for a laugh drive back by again
B
Well I guess he finally got tired of all our shit
E
The day he came running out of that house choking that thirty-ought six
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I just prayed to God that he´d miss
B
Well I heard the glass shatter and blood hit the dash
E
Hear Bobby screaming but William didn´t make a sound
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And I was going too fast to ever slow down
B
Well I tried to gain control but I ran off the road
E
Ran right through his front yard right through his soul
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The look on that old man´s face forever etched in stone
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Play INTRO
B
Well William´s been dead for almost six years
E
Heard Bobby moved off and had a couple kids
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And they say Robert Earle these days most of the time don´t even know where he is
B
But he was in the front seat with me on that cold January day
E
The day that old man bloodied that nasty Chevrolet
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I still remember him screaming "Look Out", guess those were the last words that he´d ever say
B
Well me I finally got out of that town
E
Got thirty more years and I figure I´m Hell bound
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Sometimes I´d like to say that I´m sorry, buy I don´t know just who I would tell
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E B E
I suppose, I suppose, I suppose
END:
B E
But me I can´t help wonder tonight in my cell, what´s going on tonight...
B
Down in Loserville