My Poor Friend Me Bad Religion [Am]I know a ma[F]n Who doesn't have [G]many friends[Am] I know a plac[F]e he lives Where trou[G]ble never ends[Em] [Am]I know its har[F]d for him To r[G]ead 'tween the lines[Am] And his day[Em]s are getting so much shorter[Am] [Am]He simply tu[F]rns away And do[G]ns a bitter frown[Am] His world is crum[F]bling His s[G]hip is weighted down[Em] [Am]He doesn't ca[F]re As long as he c[G]an wear the crown[Am] I k[Em]now this man all too well[Am] Its my poo[F]r friend (guitaretab.com)
