Seventeener 17Th And 37Th

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C        G                    Am
  I never  wanted to die old,
                       F
But it's too late now,
                            C
My heart has grown so cold.
                              G
And the corpse I leave behind
                Am
Ain't gonna be,
              F
No pretty boy
                         C
It's a sick sack of disease.
                 G/B
We thought about
                      Am
Ways we'd love to go.
          G         F
High and beautiful,
                    C
And fucking in the snow.
             G/B                   Am
On New Years Day or Christmas Eve,
                    G                               F
On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves.
        G                                    C
It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave.
    C               G/B              Am
My heart got kicked out of all its homes,
     C                G/B               Am                 F
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
                 G               Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
        F                  G         C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
              G                    Am
And yesterday   I woke up to find,
                 F                    C
The black in my beard had turn to white.
                     G                           Am
And the pretty girls   that used to smile at me,
                          F                              Am
Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet.
           F                  C
So tonight   I'll sit up here
                       G                        Am
With these street lights and these seventeen beers.
                      F                  C
Straight from the page  of a teenage diary,
                         G                     F
Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen.
    G
(I mean)
         C               G/B             Am
That my heart got kicked out of all its homes,
     C               G/B                Am                 F
And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old
                 G              Am
And there ain't nowhere left to go,
        F                  G         C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.
F                   G              Am
   And there ain't nowhere left to go,
        F                  G         C
'Cause all my loves would rather be alone.