Van Life

G C D G G Well I quit my job making minimum wage C Looked fairly well twice and acted half my age D I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage D G D A young man on the run G With rarely paid taxes and shitty insurance C A glove box full of summons and warrants D A finely tuned wish things were that weren't D G D You could say I was looking for fun G So I bought an old one red Dodge Ram C Bought two pints of whiskey and a thiry of hams D Now I'm peeing in bottles and eating from cans D But you can't call me homeless friends cause I live in a van G C They call it the van life, I've been told this D G D It's a fine life, I've been sold this G C It's a fine line between having to and choosing it D G Let's roll up, let's blow this G Well the 7-Elevens are sure bellyache C I subsist on a mere wake and bake D Tell if they got to Chicago's lake D G D Sir I'll take your largest queso G And all the girls from Chicamauga to Passamaquoddy C Speak enviously of my rusty body D This whole van might just be a Bugatti D G D The way I get it from 60 to zero G Now I'm 60 miles afar going the northern track C I'm burning rubber, no looking back D Pushing that thing like a maniac D I get tipped out like a stripper in singles and crack N.C. I wish someone would fund Amtrak G C Instead for now it's the van life, I've been told this D G D It's a fine life, I've been sold this G C It's a fine line between having to and choosing it D G Let's roll up, let's blow this G Friends, the south of St. Louis can be a little gritty C It's a far cry from Seattle's tent cities D All in all life's pretty pretty D G D From the starship enterprise G Still a guy with a house and a big ol' lawn C Thinks his block's too good for me to park on D Bangs on my door with a letter that tells G D About a thousand ways he can make my life hell G And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my glass C And rob me blind and siphon the gas D Because at least I know that guy needed it bad D G D Oh I wish that old boy well G In the meantime a cop is banging on the door C Telling me I can't park here no more D What do you do friends, what do you say D You gotta rev up the engine and drive away G C Chalk it up to the van life, I've been told this D G D It's a fine life, I've been sold this G C It's a fine line between having to and choosing it D G Let's roll up, let's blow this G Well I pull in to Charlotte to wet my whistle C And they see my duds and they give a whistle D I said sorry gal, you gotta pay for this gristle D G D You got money, I got time G Oh the spot on your floor is a goddamn palace C The mug of Budweiser is a goddamn chalice D I say to you sir without mean malice D G D Your politics are bad G Oh I figure this is as low as it gets C I'm blaming capitalists on the internet D My sweet old folks can't seem to forget G D My roughly 60k in medical debt G And while I'm out here trying to dumpster dive C There's a bunch of rich folks eating apple pie D I'd rather die on this decent ride D Friends, won't you tickle my bones with cheap red wine N.C. Pour it out on the ground and just say I was a good time G C Probably on account of the van life, I've been told this D G D It's a fine life, I've been sold this G C It's a fine line between having to and choosing it D G Let's roll up, let's blow this G Well we crashed all the parties, drank kegs of the foam C Nicky Bob's the best yodler I've ever known D We were all so lonely and never alone D G D And kissed a thousand times G Saw the bombed out buildings of Lower Ninth C Street walkers living on the edge of a knife D Oh trap brass music madness of life D G If you've never felt half alive G Colorado behind me, blue sky above me C New Mexico mountains are so damn lovely D I tried not to love her, I just couldn't fight it C D New York is great, I just don't like it G San Antonio on up to Main C Cheap Motel rooms, awful cocaine D Not a crusade, not even a war G D Just the feeling you've been in this Waffle House before Verse 11 G Well 1 buck 90 is too much for gas C I drive too slow, let anyone pass D Somebody asked if I dance with their daughter G D I said that I would even though she was awkward G I got offered 50 bucks to do something quick C I might have done it for free but I don't turn tricks D Say if I showed you my wallet you'd laugh at me D But I drank half the craft beers in Cincinatti Verse 12 G I said girl I said damn I've been trying to reach you C For the cut of your jib and you talk about Nietzsche D Nobody like you in all 50 states D Escept for Arkansas, Alaska, Texas, Oklahoma D Possibly California G C But I just chalked that up to the many years of the van life, I've been told this D G D It's a fine life, I've been sold this G C It's a fine line between having to and choosing it D G Let's roll up, let's blow this Verse 13 G Yeah it's a sexy kind of lifestyle for certain folks C Fractal highways, friends like smoke D It all goes up and you end up alone G D It's like the internet is your real home G The call of the wild, the call of the road C The endless search for a clean commode D I'm a truck driver of emotional payloads D G D Backed up on guitar Verse 14 G Yeah I'm a public park patron, a library sleuth C I'm a thrift store grifter of western suits D I'm wringing up three chords and the truth D G D Like a wash rag on the bar G Yeah I've been living day to day for so dang long C I'm the kind of no account that you can count on D I'm drunk in a millionaire's seaside cabana G D I'm pissed because no gas stations have bananas Verse 15 G Yeah friends every time I'm feeling down on my luck C Think I might trade it in for a couple of bucks D I hear some rich guy like Elon Musk D Talking 'bout how some day in the near future we're all gonna have cyber trucks D I think "God, life must be easy if you're one of these dang rich gentleman" G C And I'm pretty sure that I prefer the van life, I've been told this D G D It's a fine life, I've been sold this G C It's a fine line between having to and choosing it D Let's roll up, let's hunker down D Let's gussy up, let's throw it down D It's a fine line, up on time, you're behind D Chug along, chug along, hidey ho D The same old night the whole world over D All my friends are not anachronisms D And not compromised by alternative lifestyles D And meritocracie's a lie G Oh let's blow this