C G Am F x2
C I guess old men on the street G Prove that time really does fly Am And I guess pawn shop diamond rings F Proves that girls love goodbyes C And I guess a black dress at a funeral G Means that life has one stage Am And I guess a girl like you lovin’ me must mean F Angels love anything
C
I guess old men on the street
G
Prove that time really does fly
Am
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings
F
Proves that girls love goodbyes
And I guess a black dress at a funeral
Means that life has one stage
And I guess a girl like you lovin’ me must mean
Angels love anything
C Cause I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C I'm a messed up kid G Nothing to show Am Except a girl saying she’ll be here F Everywhere I go C I’m a messed-up kid
Cause I’m a messed-up kid
With nothing to spare
Turn a saint into a heathen
With my hands going through your hair
I'm a messed up kid
Nothing to show
Except a girl saying she’ll be here
Everywhere I go
I’m a messed-up kid
G Am F
C Well my old man says I’m wild G And my momma says I’m reckless Am And that color in your eyes F reminds me of East Texas
Well my old man says I’m wild
And my momma says I’m reckless
And that color in your eyes
reminds me of East Texas
C I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C I'm a messed up kid
C Messed up kid G Nothing to show Am Except a girl saying she’ll be here F Everywhere I go C I’m a messed-up kid
Messed up kid
C All this bullshit that I’ve been through G And all the hardship’s I’ve grown akin to Am They take me around and leave me feeling down F but you pick me up every time
All this bullshit that I’ve been through
And all the hardship’s I’ve grown akin to
They take me around and leave me feeling down
but you pick me up every time
C Cause I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C I'm a Messed up kid G Nothing to show Am Except a girl saying she’ll be here F Everywhere I go C I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C Messed up kid
I'm a Messed up kid
C I guess old men on the street G N.C. Prove that time... really does fly Am And I guess pawn shop diamond rings F Mean that girls love goodbyes C I’m a messed-up kid.
G N.C.
Prove that time... really does fly
Mean that girls love goodbyes
I’m a messed-up kid.