Gold Mine Gutted

       Am             G
it was don Delillo, whiskey neat,
        F                C
and a blinking midnight clock
               G                F            C
speakers on a TV stand, just a turntable to watch
          Am                 G
when the smoke came out our mouths
              F                  C
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks
             Am   G   F
you were a stroke of luck
          Am   G         F           C
we were a goldmine that gutted us
and from the sidelines
     G
you see me run
  F                      C
until I'm out of breath
living the good life
    G
i left for dead
      F             G
the sorrowful mid west
               F
well i did my best
             C
to keep my head
( C ) ( Am  ) ( G  ) ( F )
         Am                      G
it was grass stained jeans and incompletes
       F                   C
and a girl from class to touch
                         G
but you think about yourself too much
         F            C
and you ruin who you love
     Am                   G
well all these claims at consciousness
    F            C
my stray dog freedom
              Am   G    F
let’s have a nice clean cut
        Am     G        F        C
like a bag we buy and divvy up
and from the sidelines
   G
i see you run
 F                   C
until you're out of breath.
                                G
and all those white lines that sped us up
    F             G
we hurry to our death
                 F
well i lagged behind
             C
so you got ahead