Bitter Old Man - Ver 2

D G A G D G A G I was born a bitter old man who got his heart broken in Catalonia, 1936. D G Things haven’t felt right since. So I gave up on life before you arrived, A G D I knew this place wasn’t safe for anyone but fascists and republicans and their apologists. A G D Em A But I swear to god, I’m gonna die full of naive optimism; a teenager’s heartbreaking conviction G A that things could be different, oh yeah, things are gonna be real different when we’re finished D around here. Em G A I always wanted to die young; D Em G A I always wanted to die young; D Em G I always wanted to die young; A Em D G A G Now I feel younger every day, and I just hope I die younger than I am. D I can hear you from a dozen states away G A G D shivering through a dope sick morning of no money left and nothing else to steal. D G A And lord only knows that i’ve had my share, 'cause hell, there were years when I was ready to die! G D But it’s only been recently that I’ve been willing to live. A G D Em A I swear to god, I didn’t plan for things to end up this way. G I had a teenager’s conviction that I would be different. A D Oh yeah, I was gonna be real different than the person i became. Em G A I always wanted to die young; D Em G A I always wanted to die young; D Em G i always wanted to die young; A Em D G A G Now i feel younger every day, and i just hope I die younger than I am. D A G But now living’s a struggle, except when it isn’t yeah, D A G I woke up this morning and, I wasn’t in prison. D A G But I can’t promise that i’m far from it, I'd still k**l a man for cigarette. D A G But with friends like you, who needs homicide? D A G So this song goes out to all our homies locked down! D A G Come on back now, we need you around. D A G That judge, he doesn’t know what he’s done. D A G Nah, judges never know the things they do. How could they?!