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Subject: Springsteen — Better Days
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Date: Mon, 09 Mar 92 14:33:10 EST
From: Suzy Shaw
Subject: Better Days Chords
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Better Days
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Well my soul checked out missin’ as I sat listenin’
E
To the hours and minutes tickin’ away.
E c#-minor
Yeah, just sittin around waitin’ for my life to begin
f#-minor
While it was all just slippin’ away
f#-minor A
Well I’m tired of waitin’ for tomorrow to come
E
For the train to come rollin’ ’round the bend
E c#-minor
I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose
f#-minor
A women I can call my friend
F#-minor A
CHORUS 1:
These are Better Days, baby
A E
Yeah, there’s Better Days shinin’ through
E A
These are Better Days, baby
A E
Better Days with a girl like you
f#-minor A E
Well I took a piss at fortune’s sweet kiss
E
It’s like eatin’ cavier in the dirt
E c#-minor
It’s a sad funny ending when you find yourself pretending
f#-minor
To be a rich man in a poor man’s shirt
f#-minor A
Now my ass was draggin from a passin’ gypsy wagon
E
Your heart like a diamond shown
E c#-minor
Tryin’ to lay it in your arms, count the lucky charms
f#-minor
Get out of these hard luck bones
CHORUS 2
These are Better Days, baby
A E
Yeah, there’s Better Days shinin’ through
E A
These are Better Days, baby
A E
Better Days are shining through
A B E
: A c#-minor F#-minor A E
Now a life of leisure, and a pirate’s treasure
E
Don’t make much for tragedy.
E c#-minor
It’s a sad man, my friend, whose livin’ in his own skin,
f#-minor
And can’t stand the company.
f#-minor A
Every fools got a reason to feel sorry for himself
E
And turning his heart to stone
E c#-minor
Drag this fool half way to heaven, just a mile on to hell
f#-minor
And I feel like I’m comin’ home!
F#-minor A
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2 etc…
Corrections welcome!
Lyrics transcribed by:
Roger Carasso
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Chords (and minor lyric changes) transcribed by:
Suzy Shaw
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