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Thatīs my vision of Loserville... * Instead you can use a capo on 2 and play in key 'A' INTRO: B E B E B Well itīs another dead night around here E Another Saturday night here in Loserville C#m F# And all us losers are looking for something to do B Well Robert Earleīs my best friend E And my Daddy used to work with his C#m F# Way back before they shut down the Textile Mill B Well Bobby and William both live up the road E And Iīve known īem for years now forever I suppose C#m F# Not a bad group all in all as losers go B Well I stole a twenty from my old Manīs wallet just cause it was there E And we took off down the road just drinking our beer C#m F# A dangerous combination of nothing to lose and nothing to fear G#m E I didnīt know just how fast life goes G#m E Took it for granted just because it wasenīt fun I suppose, I suppose Play INTRO B Well old man Jonhson lives on the outskirts of town E That crazy old man, nobody goes around C#m F# Nobody īcept for punks like me and my friends B Weīd pull up in his yard and throw bottles at his house E Open all his gates and let his cattle out C#m F# 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 C#m F# I just prayed to God that heīd miss B Well I heard the glass shatter and blood hit the dash E Hear Bobby screaming but William didnīt make a sound C#m F# 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 C#m F# The look on that old manīs face forever etched in stone Play CHORUS Play INTRO B Well Williamīs been dead for almost six years E Heard Bobby moved off and had a couple kids C#m F# And they say Robert Earle these days most of the time donīt 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 C#m F# I still remember him screaming 'Look Out', guess those were the last words that heīd ever say B Well me I finally got out of that town E Got thirty more years and I figure Iīm Hell bound C#m F# Sometimes Iīd like to say that Iīm sorry, buy I donīt know just who I would tell Play CHORUS E B E I suppose, I suppose, I suppose END: B E But me I canīt help wonder tonight in my cell, whatīs going on tonight... B Down in Loserville
G#m E I didnīt know just how fast life goes G#m E Took it for granted just because it wasenīt fun I suppose, I suppose
Written by Stephen Simmons
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