Capo 7th
[Intro]
[Am] [Dm] [C] [G] [C] [Em7] [Am] [Dm] [C] [G] [Gadd4] [G]
[Verse]
Well grey c[Am]clouds wraped round the [Fmaj7]town like elastic
C[G]ars stood like toys made of T[C]aiwanese p[Em7]lastic
The [Am]boy laughed at the spastic d[Fmaj7]dancing around in the [G]rain [Gadd4] [G]
While l[Am]laundrettes cleaned clothes, high [Fmaj7]heals rub toes
P[G]Puddles splashed huddles of [C]bus stop [Em7]crows
Dr[Am]Dressed in their suits and their [Fmaj7]boots well they all look the [G]same [Gadd4] [G]
[Bridge]
I t[F]took myself down to the c[G]cafe to find
all the [C]boys lost in [Em7]books and cr[Am]ackling [G]vinyl
And c[F]arved out a poem a[G]bove the urinal that r[C]ead [C7]
[Chorus]
Don't you cr[F]cry for the lost
Sm[G]Smile for the living
G[C]Get what you [Em7]need and g[Am]ive what you're g[G]iven
L[F]Life's for the living so l[G]live it
Or you're better off d[Am]dead
[Dm] [C] [G] [C] [Em7] [Am] [Dm] [C] [G] [Gadd4] [G]
[Verse]
While the [Am]evening pulled the moon [Fmaj7]out of it's packet
St[G]Stars shone like buttons on an [C]old man's j[Em7]jacket
We n[Am]eeded a nail but we t[Fmaj7]acked it 'til it fell of the w[G]all [Gadd4] [G]
While p[Am]pigeon's pecked trains, sparks fl[Fmaj7]flew like planes
The r[G]ain showed the rainbows in th[C]e oil st[Em7]ains
And we [Am]all had new iPhones but n[Fmaj7]no one had no one to c[G]call [Gadd4] [G]
[Bridge]
And [F]I stumbled down to the s[G]stomach of the town
Where the w[C]widow takes m[Em7]memories [Am]to slowly dr[G]own
With a h[F]and to the sky and a m[G]ist in her eye she s[C]aid [C7]
[Chorus]
Don't you cr[F]cry for the lost
Sm[G]Smile for the living
G[C]Get what you [Em7]need and g[Am]ive what you're g[G]iven
L[F]Life's for the living so l[G]live it
Or you're better off d[Am]dead
[Em] [F] [C] [Em7] [Am] [Em] [G] [Gadd4] [G]
[Verse]
Well I'm s[Am]sick of this town, this bl[Fmaj7]blind man's forage
They t[G]ake your dreams down and st[C]ick them in st[Em7]orage
You can h[Am]ave them back son when you've p[Fmaj7]
aid off your mortgage and l[G]oans [Gadd4] [G]
Oh h[Am]hell with this place, I'll go [Fmaj7]it my own way
I'll st[G]stick out my thumb and I tr[C]trudge down the [Em7]highway
S[Am]Someday someone must be [Fmaj7]going my way h[G]home [Gadd4] [G]
[Bridge]
Till then [F]I'll make my bed from a d[G]disused car
With a m[C]attress of l[Em7]eaves and a bl[Am]anket of st[G]ars
And I'll st[F]itch the words into my h[G]eart with a needle and thr[C]ead [C7]
[Chorus]
Don't you cr[F]cry for the lost
Sm[G]Smile for the living
G[C]Get what you [Em7]need and g[Am]ive what you're g[G]iven
You know l[F]life's for the living so l[G]live it
Or you're better off d[C]dead [C7]
[Outro]
Don't you cr[F]cry for the lost
Sm[G]Smile for the living
G[C]Get what you [Em7]need and g[Am]ive what you're g[G]iven
L[F]Life's for the living so l[G]live it
Or you're better off dead