The Good Life
Album of the Year
标准调弦
This is my first tab which I transcribed from an acoustic version. Sounds right
to me, hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Chords
Am7 G/B F/C (you can substitute F if you’d like)
e——0———-3——–x—————————–|
B——1———-3——–1—————————–|
G——0———-0——–2—————————–|
D——2———-0——–3—————————–|
A——0———-2——–3—————————–|
E——x———-x——–x—————————–|
Am7* Intro (x4) before the D minor play this instead
e——–0—0—0—0—0—————-|—————-|
B——–1—1—1—1—1—————-|—————-|
G——–0—0—0—0—0—————-|—————-|
D——–2—2—2—2—2—————-|———–0—-|
A—-0——-0—0—0—0——2—0—–|——-2——–|
E—————————-3————|—-3———–|
Dm G C G/B Am7*(x2)
The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall
Dm G C G/B Am7
She asked me if I needed anything I said I think I spilled my drink
G Am7*(x2)
And that’s how it started or so I’d like to believe
Dm G C G/B Am7*(x2)
She took me to her mother’s house outside of town where the stars hang down
Dm G C G/B Am7
She said she’d never seen someone so lost, I said I’d never felt so found
G D Am7*(x2)
and then I kissed her on the cheek and so she kissed me on the mouth whoa whoa whoa
Dm G C G/B Am7*(x2)
The spring was popping daises up round rusted trunks and busted lawn chairs
Dm G C G/B Am7
We moved into a studio in Council Bluffs to save a couple bucks
G Am7*(x2)
Where the mice came out at night, neighbors were screaming all the time
Dm G C G/B Am7*(x2)
We’d make love in the afternoons to Chelsea Girls and Bachelor Number 2
Dm G C G/B Am7
I’d play for her some songs I wrote, she’d joke and say I’m shooting through the roof
G Am7*(x2)
I’d say they’re all for you dear I’ll write the Album of the Year.
Dm G
And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did
C G/B Am7
It was the way she’d bite my lower lip and push her hips against my hips
Dm G/B Am7*(x4)
and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
(Mute Strings) Fast Strum
Am7
The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one
(Mute Strings) Fast Strum
Am7
She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics
G Am7*(x2)
I was reading Fante at the time I had Bukowski on the mind
Dm G C G/B Am7*(x2)
She got a job at Jacobs serving cocktails to the local drunks
Dm G C G/B Am7
Against her will I fit the bill I perched down at the end of the bar
G Am*(x2)
She said, Space is not just a place for stars I gave you an inch
you want a house with a yard
Dm G
But I know she loved me once, but those days are done
C G/B Am7
She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch
Dm G C
just to say she can’t wait to come home
G/B Am7 F/C
Ohhhh Ohhhh To come home Ohhhh Ohhhhh
C G/B Am7*(x4)
to come hooooooooome come home
Dm G C G/B Am7*(x2)
The last time that I saw her she was picking through which records were hers
Dm G C G/B Am7
Her clothes were packed in boxes, with some pots and pans and books and a toaster
G
Just then a mouse scurried across the floor
C G
we just started laughing til it didn’t hurt
Am7 F/C
just started laughing til it didn’t hurt
C G
just started laughing til it didn’t hurt
Am7 F/C end on C
just started laughing ’til it didn’t hurt
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