Better days

                    C

1. Well, my soul checked out missin' as I sat listenin'

                                                         Am

    to the hours and minutes tickin' away.

                     Dm

    Yeah, just sittin around waitin' for my life to begin,

                                                   F

    while it was all just slippin' away.

                    C

    Well, I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come,

                                                               Am

    for the train to come rollin' 'round the bend.

                Dm

    I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose,

                                           F

    a women I can call my friend.

                              C

These are better days, baby, yeah,

                                               F

there's better days shinin' through.

                             C

These are better days, baby,

           Dm              G         C

better days with a girl like you.

                 C

2. Well, I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss,

                                             Am

    it's like eatin' cavier in the dirt.

             Dm

    It's a sad, funny ending when you find yourself pretending

                                                           F

    to be a rich man in a poor man's shirt.

                    C

    Now my ass was draggin from a passin' gypsy wagon,

                                               Am

    your heart like a diamond shown.

                Dm

    tryin' to lay it in your arms, count the lucky charms,

                                                F

    get out of these hard luck bones.  

+ CHORUS   +  F - Am - Dm - F - C

                 C

3. Now, a life of leisure, and a pirate's treasure,

                                             Am

    don't make much for tragedy.

            Dm

    It's a sad man, my friend, whose livin' in his own skin,

                                               F

    and can't stand the company.

                 C

    Every fool's got a reason to feel sorry for himself.

                                           Am

    and turning his heart to stone,

                   Dm

    drag this fool half way to heaven, just a mile on to hell,

                                             F

    and I feel like I'm comin' home!  + CHORUS (2x)

(capo 2nd)            

    (Bruce Springsteen)