Somethings Gotta Give

D  G  A  D A

D
Faded dreams and blue jeans
G
A Rangers cap with sweat rings
A                                         D     A
There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots
D
Well I've been at it a long time
G
Working on that bottom line
A
And every shirt I've worn,
                  D
The collar's been blue.

Bm           A                         G
One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf
Bm                 A
And hit the ground runnin'
   G                        A
At least that's what I keep telling myself.

          D                                C
I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
G
Warming that bench as chance moves on
    A                                D     A
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
         D                                   C
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
         G
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
    A                         D    A
But someday something's gotta give.

D
Busted hands and broken land
          G
And black gold turned to sand
        A                              D           A
And the whiskey's the only well that's running deep
         D
Yeah the dust devils dancin' on the mesa again
       G
At the mercy of that west Texas wind
        A                                        D
And the tumbleweeds, they seem to know more than me.

        Bm                A                G
Oh they always find their way right out of town
Bm                  A
    They never turn back,
     G                        A
They keep on rolling and they don't slow down.

          D
I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
C   G
    Warming that bench as chance moves on
    A                                D      A
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
         D                                   C
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
         G
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
    A                         D
But someday something's gotta give.

Bm   A   G
Bm   A   G   D  A

          D
I've been sittin' on the fence for way too long
    G
    Warming that bench as chance moves on
    A                                D     A
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
         D                                   C
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
         G
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
    A                         D    A
But someday something's gotta give.
(repeat chorus)

D    C  G
A    D A
D    C  G  D

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