Gods Of The Good Shit

Facing New York

  • Am
  • C
  • C7
  • Em
  • F
  • G
Tom:
C Am F C Em C [Verse 1]
C Am F C Em C I said to myself, hey man, you need some time on your own
C Am F C Em C Get out on the road and chase the ones you couldn’t get before
C Am F C Em C But then you walked in [Verse 2]
C Am F C Em C I prayed to the gods, you know I owe you each a jack and coke
C Am F C Em C You led me to her but now I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up
C Am F C Em C Trying to sound smarter than I am, let this spinning wheel get out of hand
[Chorus]
C C7 And I don’t want to tell you
Em F G Am You make comets collide in my chest
Em F G Am And I way overthink how I’m dressed
Em F G F C Yes I prayed to the gods of the good shit and they led me to you [Solo]
C Am F C Em C [Bridge]
C Am Maybe we could get up on the weekends
F C Em C Maybe you could hit me when you’re free next [Chorus]
C C7 'Cause I ain’t gonna tell you
Em F G Am You make comets collide in my chest
Em F G Am And I way overthink how I’m dressed
Em F G F C Yes I prayed to the gods of the good shit and they led me to you
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