Modest Mouse - Good Times Are Killing Me - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: C ]

Capo 5 as seen on a live performance


Don't play the high e string when you play C so like this.
e|-x-|          And for F7M   play it like this:e|-x-|
B|-1-|                                          B|-1-|
G|-2-|                                          G|-2-|
D|-0-|                                          D|-3-|
A|-3-|                                          A|-3-|
E|-x-|                                          E|-x-|


Chords:F7M  ,C

[Intro]
F7M                          C
The good times are killing me.
C
Here we go!

[Verse 1/Chorus]
F7M                                                     C
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.

F7M                                                           C
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?

F7M                                                             C
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

F7M                            C
The good times are killing me.

(Same pattern throughout until the little break thing)

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
                                                       *=Single Strums
[Break]

F7M   *                  C *
Fed up with all that LSD.

F7M   *                                         C *
Need more sleep than coke or meth-amphetamines.

F7M   *                              C *
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.

F7M   *                                               C *
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

(Now back to the old pattern from the beginning)

[Ending Verse/Chorus thing]
F7M                                                    C
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.

F7M                           C
The good times are killing me.
(etc.)
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.