Originally in C, I play in G
Highest note that matters is the 6 (“*cashing in* my bad luck”)
Vox on the 1 on “some nights”
| G | C | G |
| Some nights I stay up ca | shing in my b | ad luck |
| C | G | D |
| Some nights I | call it a | draw |
| G | C | G |
| Some nights I wish that my li | ps could build a c | astle |
| C | G | D |
| Some nights I w | ish they’d just fa | ll off |
| C | G | C | G | |
| But I s | till wake | up, I still | see your g | host |
| C | G | D | |
| Oh lord, I’m st | ill not su | re what I s | tand for, oh |
| C | G | C | G |
| What do I s | tand for, | what do I | stand for? |
| Em | D | C |
| Most nights, I don’t kn | ow anym | ore |
With “whoa”
| C | G | C | G | C | G | D |
| → | → | → |
| C | G | C | G | C | G | D |
| → | → | → |
| C | G |
| This is it, boys | this is war |
| C | G |
| What are we w | aiting for? |
| C | G | D |
| Why don’t we b | reak the rules alr | eady? |
| C | G | |
| I was n | ever one to b | elieve the hype |
| C | G |
| Save that for the bl | ack and white |
| C | G | |
| Try t | wice as hard and I’m | half as liked |
| D | |
| But h | ere they come again to jack my style |
| C | G | |
| And that’s alri | ght |
| C | G | |
| I found a ma | rtyr in my | bed tonight |
| C | G | |
| She | stops my bones | from wondering |
| D | C | G | |
| Just | who I am, who I am, who I | am |
| C | G | C | G | D | |
| Oh | who am | I, | mmm | m, mm | mmm |
| G | C | G | |
| Well | some nights I wish that this a | ll would e | nd |
| C | G | D | |
| ‘Cause I | could use some | friends for a ch | ange |
| G | C | G | |
| And s | ome nights I’m scared you’ll | forget me | again |
| C | G | D | |
| Some n | ights, I always w | in, I | always win |
| C | G | C | G | |
| But I s | till wake u | p, I still | see your g | host |
| C | G | D | |
| Oh lord, I’m | still sure | sure what I | stand for, oh |
| C | G | C | G |
| What do I s | tand for, | what do I | stand for? |
| Em | D |
| Most nights, I don’t kn | ow, oh come on |
| C | G |
| So this is it? | I sold my soul for this? |
| D |
| Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? |
| C | G |
| No, when I see stars, when I s | ee stars, that’s all they are |
| D | |
| When I he | ar songs, they sound like a swan |
| C | G | D | |
| So come o | n, oh come | on, oh come | on, oh, come on |
| C | G | |
| Well | that is it, guys, th | at is all |
| C | G |
| Five minutes in and I’m b | ored again |
| C | G | D |
| Ten years of this, and I’m not | sure if anyb | ody understands |
| C | G | |
| This | one is not one for the fol | ks at home |
| C | G | |
| S | orry to leave, mom, I | had to go |
| C | G | D |
| Who the fuck wants to | die alone all | dried up in the desert sun? |
| C | |
| My heart is b | reaking for my sister |
| G | |
| And the c | on that she called love |
| D | |
| And then I l | ook into my nephew’s eyes |
| Am |
| Man, you wouldn’t believe |
| C | Am | D |
| The most amazing things | that can come f | rom |
| C | |
| Some terrible l | ies |
| C | G | C | G | C | G | D |
| → | → | → |
| C | G | C | G | C | G | D |
| → | → | → |
With “whoa”
| C | G | C | G | C | G | D |
| → | → | → |
| C | G | C | G | C | G | D |
| → | → | → |
| C | G | C | G |
| The other n | ight, you wouldn’t believe the dr | eam I just had ab | out you and me |
| C | G | D |
| I called you up, but we’d b | oth agree |
| C | G | C | G |
| It’s for the | best you didn’t l | isten |
| C | G | D |
| It’s for the | best we get our d | istance, oh |