Best Of Us(Cavaco chords)

	        
Intro: 
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A 
She takes my shoes off when I pass out in the morning 
E 
Dead asleep from a night out with the boys 
A 
If she came with us I'd have to send a warning: 
E 
She can drink with the best of us 

A 
She can smoke and she can drink as much as I can 
E 
She made me food and rolled a joint when I broke my hand 
A 
Fightin' with her older brother, showed him I'm a man 
E 
And she's as cool as the best of us 



A             F#m           E 
She don't get mad when I'm out of control 
A                      F#m 
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs 
     E                             
Man she just laughs and rolls 
A                F#m           E     
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true 
           A                  F#m             
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, 
             E 
Mine's the shit, well how 'bout you? 


A 
Gave me head and we were driving down the freeway 
E 
Comin' home from San Clemente on a friday 
A 
We were laughin' 'cuz her body was in my way 
E 
She's as cool as the best of us 

A 
Well she can rock and she can move it with me slowly 
E 
Nobody told me she can move it like that 
A 
I didn't see it, didn't buy it 'till she showed me 
E 
That she can drink with the best of us 


A             F#m           E 
She don't get mad when I'm out of control 
A                                  F#m 
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs 
     E                             
Man she just laughs and rolls 
A                F#m           E     
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true 
           A                  F#m             
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, 
             E 
Mine's the shit, well how 'bout you? 


A 
She likes the way I smell when I come home late 
              E 
She tells me 'give em hell' before I come on stage 
A 
She likes her beer real cold and her whiskey straight 
   E         
Stayin' up all night and then we sleep all day 
A 
But if the sun comes steppin' in early 
       E 
And I wake to find my wallet to be empty 
         A 
'Cuz last night was next level I was off my leash 
   E 
I can still look at her with no anxiety because 



A             F#m           E 
She don't get mad when I'm out of control 
A                     F#m 
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs 
     E                             
Man she just laughs and rolls 
A                F#m           E     
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true 
           A                  F#m             
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, 
             E 
Mine's the shit, well how 'bout you? 


A             F#m           E 
She don't get mad when I'm out of control 
A                     F#m 
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs 
     E                             
Man she just laughs and rolls 
A                F#m           E     
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true 
           A                  F#m             
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend, 
             E                          A   
Mine's the shit, well how 'bout you?.....
	        

Written by Dustin Bushnell/Louie Richards/Jared Watson