Golden

D                          G
She stuck around 'til the money ran out
         D                A
and the good feeling was gone.
          D
She said Wil you're golden,
          G
but I've gotta get going
          D                 A            D
and with those words she started moving on!

D
Got me six weeks of work
G
Building houses in the sun
D                        A
in suburbs without any faces
D                                   G
and I'll never see the joy that my handiwork brings
                 D               A             D
because I'll be gone before the families move in!

D
And I'll pack up my belongings
     G
and head for a town
         D                     A
where a name doesn't carry a shiver
          D                              G
and I'll find a new job, and there are always other girls
         D          A            D
who can put me in touch with a dealer

 D G D A D G     D A D

     D
And you were smoking meth
       G
in a public restroom
      D                              A
while I was racking up lines in the sun
          D                         G
we both ended up sleeping on the mattress on the floor
              D                A                    D
promising to never tell our parents what we'd just done

    D                            G
I spent some time in bed with a girl
       D
whose name was only whispered
     A
and even then at night.
          D
I was blackened, I was bruised,
            G
and I was almost out of booze
    D                          A             D
but I still managed to put up one hell of a fight!

     D                           G
And she stuck around 'til the bandages came off
    D                     A
and I had full use of my hands
          D                              G
and one night by the river she said 'I nursed you back to health -
     D             A           D
and that was the extent of my plans (you piece of shit!)

D G D A D G     D A D

     D                         G
And now I'm alive, all be it alive and alone
        D                   A
with nothing but scars to prove it
         D                   G
and my memory fades, but I swear I heard you say
     D               A      D
One day we're gonna finally do it!

      D                               G
And we're about as welcome here as anywhere else dear,
     D                      A
at least this place has no fire or pitchforks.
        D                     G
And everywhere we go, you forget that you know
       D               A                 D
the meaning of a gold band on an index finger!

      D
And I've been blackened, I've been beaten
              G
I've been banned and I've been barred,
   D                              A
kissed and kicked in the same heartbeat
       D                       G
And I keep coming back like Lucifer's bats
       D                     A           D
maybe this time I'll be a little more discreet

    D                            G
And I'll stick around 'til the money runs out
         D               A
and the good feeling is gone
               D
And I'll say 'Mary you're golden,
           G
But I've gotta get going'
     D                      A          D
and with those words I'll start moving on.

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