Out Of Control

Am
I scored some speed in San Bernardino
So me and baby could get a little bump
And now she’s in that motel room
Puttin’ on a show for some chump
           Dm
Yeah, well baby’s gotta make a livin’
And I don’t mind waitin’ out in the car
                  Am
‘Cause I got some nine millimeter muscle
In case things go too far.
          Em7
You know I try to take it easy man
         Dm
And just go with the flow
Em7                                     Dm
But sometimes things can get a little bit
           Am
Out of control.

Am
Well my old man worked his whole life
In the Kaiser steel slag pit
And I worked there for awhile back when I was a kid
But I got tired of all their shit
             Dm
But that was years ago man
Before they tore that Fontana plant down
           Am
And my old man smoked himself
Into a six-foot hole in the ground.
     Em7
And I got the same bad habit
         Dm
And it’ll probably take its toll
Em7                                         Dm
But sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me
                    Am
From goin’ out of control.

Am
Well my ex-wife’s workin’ evenings
At a Sizzler makin’ minimum wage
And she’s cleanin’ up other people’s houses
Every day just like some slave
      Dm
She’s livin’ with the kids in a mobile home
Just off the 60 freeway
     Am
Some nights I go to see her
And sometimes she lets me stay.
Em7
Since she found Jesus
                        Dm
She’s always tryin’ to save my soul
 Em7                                           Dm
Yeah but every now and then she still likes to get
                   Am
A little out of control.

Am
I used to work a little construction
But I never got along with my boss
So I do a little import/export
Makin’ enough just to cover my costs
         Dm
And I’m losin’ my hair and I’m losin’ my teeth
But I’m tryin’ to keep my grip
    Am
And live to see one more day
Without makin’ any stupid slips.
           Em7
You know I could have played the game man
         Dm
And just done what I was told
Em7                                  Dm
But I guess I was born just a little bit
          Am
Out of control.

Am
When baby gets done in there I’m gonna
Take her for a little ride
Cruise up into the mountains
Park the car and get a little high
Dm
‘Cause baby likes to look at the shootin’ stars
And make wishes as they fly by
   Am
And I like lookin’ down at the city
From way up there in the sky.
Em7
Then I pull baby close to me
Dm
When it starts gettin’ cold
Em7                                             Dm
Close my eyes for a little while and let the world
                Am
Spin out of control.

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