the good life
corey smith
verse 1 :
G D/F Em D
sittin alone in my three bedroom home ,
Cadd9 D G
a mile east of where i was raised .
G D/F Em D
stairin’ out the window at my dog in the backyard ,
Cadd9 D G
in the pinestraw covered with clay .
G D/F Em D
damn he’s a mess , but we love him to death ,
Cadd9 D G
guess he fits in this family well .
G D/F Em D
yeah we’re a blood line of sheperds used to roam in the pastures ,
Cadd9 D G
tryin’ to cope with this suburban hell .
chorus :
Cadd9 D G
aww , it sure aint the good life we’re livin’ ,
Cadd9 D G
yeah i reckon we’re happy enough .
Cadd9 D G
we’ve done well with the hands we were givin’ ,
Cadd9 D G
with a little hope and a whole lotta’ love .
verse 2 :
dad just finished buildin’ , it must’ve cost him a killin’ ,
that house out on rambeler’s end ,
he sent my brother off to college , walkin’ through the arches ,
man we’re all sure proud of him .
but he never tried to spoil us kept our hands in the sawdust ,
yeah we chipped in whenever we could .
we shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears ,
i guess he knew it would do us some good .
( chorus ) plus :
Cadd9 D G
lord we don’t have our fist full of dollars ,
Cadd9 D G
and we’re no southern aristocrats .
Cadd9 D Em D
naw , we aint got a lot but we’ve earned what we got ,
Cadd9 D G
and we couldn’t do it much better than that .
( solo ) play verse chords over lead .
verse 3 :
my wife quit her job now she’s workin’ full time ,
takin’ care of the baby and me .
and i’m playin’ in the bars tryin’ to pay off the debts ,
lord this half – acre didn’t come cheap .
and i come draggin’ in three and four in the mornin’ ,
smellin’ like tobacco and rum .
still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completley ,
says she’s proud of the star i’ve become .
( chorus ) plus :
Cadd9 D G
lord we don’t have our fist full of dollars ,
Cadd9 D G
and we’re no southern aristocrats .
Cadd9 D Em D
naw , we aint got a lot but we love what we got ,
Cadd9 D G
and we couldn’t do it much better than that .
Cadd9 D G
and i hope ole’ saint peter will have me ,
Cadd9 D G
when they throw my cauffin in the back .
Cadd9 D Em D
when that herse rolls away i hope all ya’ll will say ,
Cadd9 D G
he couldn’t do it much better than that ,
Cadd9 D G
he couldn’t do it much better than that ,
Cadd9 D G
he couldn’t do it much better than that .
the good life
corey smith
verse 1 :
G D/F Em D
sittin alone in my three bedroom home ,
Cadd9 D G
a mile east of where i was raised .
G D/F Em D
stairin’ out the window at my dog in the backyard ,
Cadd9 D G
in the pinestraw covered with clay .
G D/F Em D
damn he’s a mess , but we love him to death ,
Cadd9 D G
guess he fits in this family well .
G D/F Em D
yeah we’re a blood line of sheperds used to roam in the pastures ,
Cadd9 D G
tryin’ to cope with this suburban hell .
chorus :
Cadd9 D G
aww , it sure aint the good life we’re livin’ ,
Cadd9 D G
yeah i reckon we’re happy enough .
Cadd9 D G
we’ve done well with the hands we were givin’ ,
Cadd9 D G
with a little hope and a whole lotta’ love .
verse 2 :
dad just finished buildin’ , it must’ve cost him a killin’ ,
that house out on rambeler’s end ,
he sent my brother off to college , walkin’ through the arches ,
man we’re all sure proud of him .
but he never tried to spoil us kept our hands in the sawdust ,
yeah we chipped in whenever we could .
we shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears ,
i guess he knew it would do us some good .
( chorus ) plus :
Cadd9 D G
lord we don’t have our fist full of dollars ,
Cadd9 D G
and we’re no southern aristocrats .
Cadd9 D Em D
naw , we aint got a lot but we’ve earned what we got ,
Cadd9 D G
and we couldn’t do it much better than that .
( solo ) play verse chords over lead .
verse 3 :
my wife quit her job now she’s workin’ full time ,
takin’ care of the baby and me .
and i’m playin’ in the bars tryin’ to pay off the debts ,
lord this half – acre didn’t come cheap .
and i come draggin’ in three and four in the mornin’ ,
smellin’ like tobacco and rum .
still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completley ,
says she’s proud of the star i’ve become .
( chorus ) plus :
Cadd9 D G
lord we don’t have our fist full of dollars ,
Cadd9 D G
and we’re no southern aristocrats .
Cadd9 D Em D
naw , we aint got a lot but we love what we got ,
Cadd9 D G
and we couldn’t do it much better than that .
Cadd9 D G
and i hope ole’ saint peter will have me ,
Cadd9 D G
when they throw my cauffin in the back .
Cadd9 D Em D
when that herse rolls away i hope all ya’ll will say ,
Cadd9 D G
he couldn’t do it much better than that ,
Cadd9 D G
he couldn’t do it much better than that ,
Cadd9 D G
he couldn’t do it much better than that .
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