[Intro]
F Am C G
(x2)

[Verse 1]

F Am
Well My Momma Sat Me Down When I Was Seventeen

Years Old
C G
Said That Love Will Get You Farther Than Your

Own Waiting Goal
F Am
She Is Truly Gone Now But Her Spirit Really

Isn’t
C G
Everything I Do Will Reflect Her Like A Prism
F Am
Lights Will Come On In And Her Colors Will Be

Shown
C G
But I Don’t See A Difference In Being Dead Or
F Am C
Being Grown
G F Am C G
Being Dead Or Being Grown

[Chorus]

F Am
Well Everyone I Know is Distracted By There

Hands
C G
Pictures On Machines Of Far Away Lands
F Am
They Won’t Go Outside Just To See For

Themselves
C G
Trapped On Little Screens Of Their On Little

Hills
F Am
They Think Love Is Given By A Like On Instagram
C G
But I’d Be Dammed If A Picture Tells A Story

Of A Man
F Am
so lm begging brother won’t you look

up from your phone
C G
Before there is no difference in being dead
F Am C
or being grown
G F Am C G
Being Dead Or Being Grown

[Verse 2]

F Am
Well My Momma Sat Me Down When I Was Seventeen

Years Old
C G
Said That Love Will Get You Farther Than Your

Own Waiting Goal
F Am
She Is Truly Gone Now But Her Spirit Really

Isn’t
C G
Everything I Do Will Reflect Her Like A Prism
F Am
Lights Will Come On In And Her Colors Will Be

Shown
C G
But I Don’t See A Difference In Being Dead Or
F Am C
Being Grown
G F Am C G
Being Dead Or Being Grown

[Chorus]

F Am
Well Everyone I Know is Distracted By There

Hands
C G
Pictures On Machines Of Far Away Lands
F Am
They Won’t Go Outside Just To See For

Themselves
C G
Trapped On Little Screens Of Their On Little

Hills
F Am
They Think Love Is Given By A Like On Instagram
C G
But I’d Be Dammed If A Picture Tells A Story

Of A Man
F Am
so lm begging brother won’t you look

up from your phone
C G
Before there is no difference in being dead
F Am C
or being grown
G F Am C G
Being Dead Or Being Grown