Good Ones

D Bm G (2x) D Bm G She dumps the contents of her purse Onto the hightop drummer chair D Bm G I could've sworn that I had sixty more dollars in there D Bm G She said that I would not believe the things she'€™d read, They'd written there, D Bm G D Bm G plain as day, and I might turn to salt for staying too long D Bm G D Bm G D Bm G Too long, too long, too long D Bm G Beneath the booklight little songs sing out to me he's here again D Bm G Squints his eyes and counts out ninety nine dollars in tens D Bm G Says "Well, since when can an honest man get high after a day D Bm G D Bm G Of honest work around these choir boys bringing me down D Bm G D Bm G D Bm G Me down, me down, me down" F G C F Into the void, a plea to make it through the night C G My kind of man, always right F G C A# Dead on deployment see, your dog went toward the fight F G Licking his wounds, stars in his eyes D Bm G (2x) D Bm G Sometimes the good ones leave before you’ve even seen them there at all D Bm G Sometimes the good ones stay home, waiting on government calls D Bm G Sometimes the good ones like you best before you're hooked on aerosols D Bm G D Bm G Sometimes the good ones aren't quite good as you had recalled D Bm G D Bm G D Bm G Recalled, recalled, recalled A D Come out candlelight, give me one big bite G It's all for me F#m D Cough up smoke and ash, stare down the camera flash G It's all I see A F#m D What I think you know, somehow you should know G But now it's free F G C F Into the void, a plea to make it through the night C G My kind of man, always right F G C A# Dead on deployment see, your dog went toward the fight F G Licking his wounds, stars in his eyes D Bm G (4x) End on G