Gone Daddy

G Am Woke last night in the middle of a combat zone G Am Helicopters hovering over my home G Am My baby boy is sleeping in the other room Bm Am And ooh my soul G Am Born into the bullshit baby, you and me G Am But it don't have to be our legacy G Am There must be someplace better we can raise a family Bm Am Oh ooh my soul G C Am Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah G Baby I'm gone Am Baby I'm gone G C Am Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah G Baby I'm gone gone Am Bm Baby I'm gone G And the man is dropping hooks into the crowd G F C He aims to sell you heaven in a can Am D Am And the ghost who named Los Angeles is laughing out loud G F C What came from desert will soon return to sand Am Baby I'm gone Am Baby I'm gone G C Am Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah G Baby I'm gone G Am A world gets weary and times get tough G Am The rich get richer and the rest get fffffffffffff G Am You know I ain't no hippie but I'm sure I've had enough Bm Am Oh ooh ooh my soul G C Am Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah G Baby I'm gone Am Baby I'm gone G C Am Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah G Baby I'm gone gone Am Baby I'm gone G Baby I'm gone gone Am Baby I'm gone G Am Oh gone daddy gone I'm gone