Good Guys And The Villains

C  F C   D C

C               Am
Little man in a big world
    F                 C
The land so large and problems so small
            Am                D         G
Little ears trusting in every word they hear
C
Some day he’ll work the factory
F              C
And grow to be six feet tall
    F           C              G              C
His mother will always see him in his toddler years

     F         Bb      C
He believes in what he sees
       F    Bb      C
And he says what he means
   F    Bb   C           Dm     G    N.C.
If only everything were exactly like it appeared

              F                  G
Sometimes the outcasts look like trouble
        F                 G
And the enemies look like friends
      F              C         G                   N.C.
Oh it takes a little living to know just where you stand

C                   Am
Little boy with big opinions
    F                      C
One size too small for his adult britches
                  Am
Thinking he’s got life figured out
        D              G
All the problems and solutions
C                          F               C
Someday, oh someday, he’ll learn to love a woman
          F                     C               G            C
And he’ll tell his little man, “Gosh, women are hard to understand”

      F          C
Oh he packed his bags (packed his bags)
   F         C
To catch his train (catch his train)
   F    Bb      C
To find his own way
             Dm          G
No one could tell him to stay
      F    Bb   C
It’ll take many times
   F                C
To realize he still needs advice
        F  Bb    C                   Dm   N.C.
And the wisdom of the wise that have gone before

              F                   G
Sometimes the good things and the bad
    F                G
Are lost in the expectations we have
F              C         G                      N.C.
Takes a little living to know what really lasts

G              Em
Young man in a mean world
C            G
Politics say ?
                  Em                A    D
It seems like you have to earn your happiness
G
Young man on his white horse
C              G
Falling to his hearty corpse
     Em          A           D          G
He’s not as invincible as he thought he might be

      F            C
Oh he stood and he fell
     F          Bb         C
Good times like heaven and times like hell
F   Bb         C             Dm        G
Tightening his fist toward a voiceless sky
         F                  C
If there really were higher meaning
   F               C
To why do good men die
        F                 C             Dm       N.C.
And the wolves with bad intentions get away with their lives?

              F                 G
Sometimes the good guys and the villains
    F                G
Are dressed in grey opinions
       F            G                  Em   D F G
And it leaves us to question where the hero stands

Em D F G Em D F G
Em D F G Em D

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