Lawrence Arms - Seventeener 17th And 37th

artist : the lawrence arms
song : seventeener ( 17th and 37th )

i’ve included the two versions : one without a capo ( electric ) , and one with ( acoustic ) .

tabbed by ear by blinkaholic

chords : E = – 799 – – ; B = – 244 – – ; C# = – 466 – – ; A = – 022 – – ; D# = – 698 – –

E B C#
i never wanted to die old ,

A
but it’s too late now ,

E
my heart has grown so cold .

B
and the corpse i leave behind

C#
ain’t gonna be ,

A
no pretty boy

E
it’s a sick sack of disease .

D#
we thought about

C#
ways we’d love to go .

B A
high and beautiful ,

E
and fxxking in the snow .

D# C#
on new years day or christmas eve ,

B A
on a warm november night buried beneath the orange leaves .

B E
it’s a few dreams on the ways that we could leave .

E D# C#
my heart got kicked out of all its homes ,

E D# C# A
and dying young just didn’t work and so i guess i’m dying old

B C#
and there ain’t nowhere left to go ,

A B E
’cause all my loves would rather be alone .

B C#
and yesterday i woke up to find ,

A E
the black in my beard had turn to white .

B C#
and the pretty girls that used to smile at me ,

A C#
just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet .

A E
so tonight i’ll sit up here

B C#
with these street lights and these seventeen beers .

A E
straight from the page of a teenage diary ,

B A
underneath these shitty stars like i was seventeen .

B
( i mean )

E D# C#
that my heart got kicked out of all its homes ,

E D# C# A
and dying young just didn’t work and so i guess i’m dying old

B C#
and there ain’t nowhere left to go ,

A B E
’cause all my loves would rather be alone .

A B C#
and there ain’t nowhere left to go ,

A B E
’cause all my loves would rather be alone .

artist : the lawrence arms
song : seventeener ( 17th and 37th )

capo : 4th fret

chords : C = – 32010 ; G = 320003 ; Am = – 02210 ; F = 133211 ; G/B = – 20010

C G Am
i never wanted to die old ,

F
but it’s too late now ,

C
my heart has grown so cold .

G
and the corpse i leave behind

Am
ain’t gonna be ,

F
no pretty boy

C
it’s a sick sack of disease .

G/B
we thought about

Am
ways we’d love to go .

G F
high and beautiful ,

C
and fxxking in the snow .

G/B Am
on new years day or christmas eve ,

G F
on a warm november night buried beneath the orange leaves .

G C
it’s a few dreams on the ways that we could leave .

C G/B Am
my heart got kicked out of all its homes ,

C G/B Am F
and dying young just didn’t work and so i guess i’m dying old

G Am
and there ain’t nowhere left to go ,

F G C
’cause all my loves would rather be alone .

G Am
and yesterday i woke up to find ,

F C
the black in my beard had turn to white .

G Am
and the pretty girls that used to smile at me ,

F Am
just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet .

F C
so tonight i’ll sit up here

G Am
with these street lights and these seventeen beers .

F C
straight from the page of a teenage diary ,

G F
underneath these shitty stars like i was seventeen .

G
( i mean )

C G/B Am
that my heart got kicked out of all its homes ,

C G/B Am F
and dying young just didn’t work and so i guess i’m dying old

G Am
and there ain’t nowhere left to go ,

F G C
’cause all my loves would rather be alone .

F G Am
and there ain’t nowhere left to go ,

F G C
’cause all my loves would rather be alone .

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