Amigo The Glorious Sons
[Verse 1]
[C]We were [G]drinking and [Am]having times [G]down by the [F]ocean
[C]Thought [G]of running aw[Am]ay, but don't[G] we all?[F]
[C]We had t[G]his strange i[Am]dea we were g[G]onna be famo[F]us
[C]But we w[G]ere too drunk[Am] to drive or [G]make that ca[F]ll
[Cborus]
My [C]amigo[G] [Am]
Well his [G]eyes were [F]dead
But he was still writing down the lines[C] [G] [Am]
He had a [G]cord in his [F]hand
He said, "I wasn't made for these times"[C] [G] [Am] [G] [F]
[Verse 2]
[C]Cemete[G]ry[Am]
In the [G]car [F]garage a couple of dirty [C]dogs[G]
It's [Am]sad, but I [G]felt [F]blessed
Amongst the dead, we were at our best[C] [G] [Am] [G] [F]
[F]Amigo
[Bridge]
[C]You're still nineteen
[G]You're still hungry
[F]You're still young
[C]You're still nineteen
[G]You're still hungry
[F]You're still loved
[C]You're only nineteen
[G]You're only hungry
[F]You're so dumb
[C]You're still nineteen
[G]You're still hungry
[F]You're still young
[Cborus]
My [C]amigo[G] [Am]
Well his [G]eyes were [F]dead
But he was still writing down the lines[C] [G] [Am]
He had a [G]cord in his [F]hand
He said, "I wasn't made for these times"[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[F]Amigo
Amigo
[Verse 3]
[C]I see too many young men watered down
[F]I see too many of fires burn out
[C]I was there to see your eyes of fire
[F]I was there to hear the talk that you did inspire
[C]You shoulda burned your bills
You shoulda run from the feds
[F]Forgot your name
And flushed your meds
[C]You shoulda said the things you heard in you head
[F]There's too many good men living dead
[C]And I don't wanna miss a [F]damn thing
[C]I'm never gonna miss a [F]damn thing
[C]'Cause signs lead to signs
And time's got time
Until there's [F]no time left at all
[C]I don't wanna miss a [F]damn thing
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