Straight Time Bruce Springsteen
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Picking Pattern and Chord Formations:
[Dadd11]
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[G] [A7sus4]
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Intro: Dadd11
[Dadd11]Got out of prison back in '86, and I found a wife.
Walked the clean and [G]narrow,
Just trying to stay out and [Dadd11]stay alive.
Got a job at the rendering plant; it ain't gonna make me rich.
In the darkness before [G]dinner comes
Sometimes I can [Dadd11]feel the itch
I got a [A7sus4]cold mind to go tripping 'cross that [G]thin line.
I'm sick of doing [Dadd11]straight time.
My uncle's at the evening table, makes his living running hot cars.
Slips me a hundred dollar bill, says
"Charlie, you best remember who your friends are."
Got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line.
I ain't making straight time.
Eight [G]years in it feels like you're [Dadd11]gonna die.
But you get used to [G]anything.
Sooner or later it just [Dadd11]becomes your life.
Kitchen floor in the evening tossin' my little babies high.
Mary's smiling, but she's watching me out of the corner of her eye.
Seems you can't get any more than half free.
I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of me.
Got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line.
I'm sick of doin' straight time.
In the [G]basement, huntin' gun and a [Dadd11]hacksaw.
Sip a [G]beer, and thirteen inches of barrel drop [Dadd11]to the floor.
Come home in the evening, can't get the smell from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow
And go driftin' off into foreign lands.
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