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Here Comes A Regular chords by Sad Bastards Of Brooklyn

  • D

  • Gsus2

  • A

  • Dsus2

  • G

  • Bm

    2
Verse 1
D
Gsus2
D
A
Gsus2
D
Gsus2
D
A
Gsus2
Well,
D
Dsus2
D
A
Gsus2
a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
D
After a hard day of nothing
A
G
much at all
Gsus2
D
Dsus2
Summer 's past,
A
Gsus2
G
it's too late to cut the grass
Gsus2
G
Gsus2
D
There ain't much to
A
G
rake anyway in the fall
D
Dsus2
And sometimes I
A
Gsus2
just ain't in the mood
D
Gsus2
To take my place in back
D
A
G
with loud mouths
D
Dsus2
D
Like a picture on a fridge
A
Gsus2
that's never stocked with food
D
Gsus2
I used to live at home,
D
A
G
now I stay at the house
A
And everybody wants
Bm
G
to be spe cial here
A
They call your name out loud and clear
D
A
Bm
G
Gsus2
Here comes the regular
D
A
G
Call out your name
D
A
G
Gsus2
Here comes the regular
A
Am I the only one here
D
Gsus2
G
today?
Gsus2
G
D
Well, a drinking buddy
Gsus2
D
A
G
Gsus2
that's bound to another town
D
A
Bm
G
Once the police made you go away
D
Gsus2
D
A
And even if you're in the arms
Gsus2
of someone's baby now
D
I'll take a great big whiskey
A
Bm
G
to you anyway
A
Everybody wants to be,
Bm
G
someone's here
A
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
D
A
Bm
G
Here comes the regu
Gsus2
D
A
G
D
A
lar
Gsus2
A
D
G
D
A
Gsus2
D
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?
Gsus2
D
A
Bm
G
D
Gsus2
D
A
Gsus2
G
Gsus2
A
G
D
Gsus2
D
A
Gsus2
Nearly long sad, oh, eyes
D
He says opportunity knocks once,
A
G
then the door slams shut
Gsus2
D
A
All I know is I'm sick of everything
Gsus2
my money can buy
G
D
The fool who wastes his life
A
G
gotta rest his guts
D
A
First the lights, then the collar goes up
G
and the wind begins to blow
D
Gsus2
Turn your back on a pay
D
A
Bm
G
back last call
D
First the glass,
A
then the leaves that pass,
G
then comes the snow
D
Gsus2
D
A
G
Ain't much to rake any way in the fall
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