Originally in Eb, where I’m calling the first chord the IV
I play in E, and I don’t go up to the higher octave in the chorus
Vox on the 3 of the first chord
| A | B |
| Sick of this l | ife |
| G#m | A |
| Not that you’d | care |
| A | B |
| I’m not the | only one |
| E |
| With whom these feelings I share |
| A | B |
| Nobody | understands |
| G#m | A |
| Quite why we’re | here |
| A | B |
| We’re searchin’ for | answers |
| E |
| That never appear |
| A | B |
| But maybe if I | looked real hard I’d |
| G#m | A |
| I’d see your tryin’ | too |
| A | B |
| To understand this | life |
| E |
| That we’re all goin’ through |
Spoken
| A | B | |
| A | B | E |
| Then when she said she was gonna like, | wreck my car, | I didn’t know what to do, whoooooa |
Vox on the 1 of the first chord
| A | E |
| Sometimes I feel like I’m | beatin’ a dead horse |
| A | E | |
| And | I don’t know why you’d be | bringin’ me down |
| A | E |
| I’d like to think that our | love’s worth a tad more |
| A | E | |
| It m | ay sound funny but | you’d think by now |
| F# | F# | G#m | A | |
| I’d be | smilin’ | → | → |
| E | A/E | |
| I guess some things never | change |
| E | A/E | |
| Never | change |
| A | B |
| I met an old c | owboy |
| G#m | A |
| I saw the look in his e | yes |
| A | B |
| Somethin’ tells me he’s been h | ere before |
| E | |
| ‘Cause | experience makes you wise |
| A | B |
| I was only a s | mall child |
| G#m | A | |
| When the t | hought first came to m | e |
| A | B | |
| That I’m a s | on of a gun and the g | un of a son |
| E | |
| That | brought back the devil in me, whoa |
| A | E | |
| But | sometimes I feel like I’m | beatin’ a dead horse |
| A | E | |
| And | I don’t know why you’d be | bringin’ me down |
| A | E |
| I’d like to think that our | love’s worth a tad more |
| A | E | |
| It m | ay sound funny but | you’d think by now |
| F# | F# | G#m | A | |
| I’d be | smilin’ | → | → |
| E | A/E | |
| I guess some things never | change |
| E | A/E | |
| Never | change |
| C#m | F# | |
| I ain’t | quite what you’d call an o | ld soul |
| C#m | F# | |
| Still | wet behind the ea | rs |
| C#m | F# | |
| I been ar | ound this track a | couple of times |
| A | B | |
| But now the | dust is startin’ to c | lear, oh |
Solo on chorus chords
| A | E | A | E | A | E | B | B |
| C#m | F# | C#m | F# | C#m | F# | ||
| A | B | B | B | ||||
| B | Bb |
| → | → |
| A | E |
| Sometimes I feel like I’m | beatin’ a dead horse |
| A | E | |
| And | I don’t know why you’d be | bringin’ me down |
| A | E |
| I’d like to think that our | love’s worth a tad more |
| A | E | |
| It m | ay sound funny but | you’d think by now |
| A | E | |
| I’d be | smilin’ |
| A | E | |
| Ooh yeah, I’d be s | milin’ |
| A | E | |
| No way I’d be | smilin’ |
| A | E | |
| Ooh sm | ilin’ |
| B | B | B | B |
Let ring
| E |
| A | B |
| Sick of this l | ife |
| G#m | A |
| Not that you’d | care |
| A | B |
| I’m not the | only one |
| E |
| With whom these feelings I share |