Gold Mine Gutted

Intro:

C - Am - G - F (this applies to the faint synth chords before the opening hook too)

Verse 1:

       Am         G                    F                 C
It was Don Delilo whiskey, neat, and a blinking midnight clock
 C            G               F            G
Speakers on a tv stand just a turntable to watch
        Am                 G                   F                 C
And the smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded-sweatshirt walks


          Am     G  F
We were a stroke of luck
          Am  G         F
We were a goldmine that gutted us

Chorus 1:

C                         G            F              C
And from the sidelines you see me run until I'm out of breath
                         G                  F           C
Living the good life, I left for dead, the sorrowful midwest
       G      F
Well I did my best to keep my head


C - Am - G - F x2

Verse 2:

        Am                     G                 F                  C
It was grass stained jeans and incompletes and a girl from class to touch
          C             G                     F            G
But you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love
      Am                  G                 F         C
Well, all these claims at consciousness, my stray dog freedom
              Am   G    F
Let?s have a nice clean cut
       Am     G       F
Like a bag we buy and divvy up

Chorus 2:

C                        G             F                 C
And from the sidelines I see you run until you're out of breath.
                               G              F            C
And all those white lines that sped us up, we hurry to our death
        G        F
Well, I lagged behind so you got ahead.