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Nail in the Coffin

Standard tuning

Capo:  1



D:      XX0232
Cadd9:  X32033
G:      320003
A:      X02220
C:      X32010


D   Cadd9    D   Cadd9   D   Cadd9

G   A   G   A   G  A

A   C  G   C

A   C  G   C


A     C            G         C
James Dean, it was hard to believe

     A           C               G           C
They say he died pretty, I think they were deceived

         A                C   G             C           A   C  G  C
I seen a picture of that car, nothing that pretty in there

A           C                  G              C
Look at the mirror, and you'll see a new line

                 A           C              G         C
Yeah, you better look at the time, you're past thirty nine

    A                 C      G             C             A  C  G  C
The Rolling Stones' kids have grown up and all moved out

               C               G        D
Just wanted to die young, in a big, big way

C                          G            D
Stay good looking and have something to say, baby,


C                             G                      A
Living ain't easy seizing the day from the seat of a hearse


               C                       G
Why, you got a nail in the coffin and another one would pop right up


D   Cadd9    D   Cadd9


Met a nice woman, she was real pretty
So they moved in together somewhere out of the city
Had a little child before you could say, "In A Gada Da Vida"
All he ever wanted was the wind in his hair
Have shingling roofs, back to hosing the stairs(???)
Isn't like he wanted money or to be a world leader
Just wanted to die young in a big, big way
Stay good looking and have something to say, baby
Living ain't easy, seizing the day from the seat of a hearse
Why, he'd get a nail in the coffin and another one would pop right up

G            A              G             A
You take the high road, and I'll take the low road

    G       A       G    A
And I'll be there before you, oh, yeah

You don't need a maid to clean that ivory tower
You don't need a contract for singing in your shower
Devil don't want your soul, neither does the Lord
You might look at your life and just see a mess, honey
You might look at your life and need to reassess, baby
You might look at your life and see what you can afford
You just wanted to die young in a big big way
To stay good looking and have something to say
Oh, it ain't easy seizing the day from the seat of a hearse
No, he'd get a nail in the coffin and another one would pop right up