Trash Day
Butch WalkerVersion1
90
Chords in this song
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played on the verse after the middle-8 "Trash day in Atlanta GA...")
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Trash day in Beverly Hills,
All the sad little mommas with their happy little pills,
That flirt with the lawn boys as they clean out the pools,
While the Mexican nannies take the children to school.
There's so much to be and nothing to do,
How did it ever end up that way.
Trash day in Nashville, Tennessee,
No-one can smell this religion but me.
I see it in hairstyles of young Christian men,
That drink, smoke and fuck like the world's gonna end.
And Sunday will come and we'll all just pretend
That it never really happened that way,
happened that way,
happened that way,
happened that way.
I can tell a lie by the way that you walk,
and I can hear the confessions in the way you talk,
and all the little actions that give yourself away,
So lie still don't talk, don't breathe, I'll be over soon.
Trash day in Atlanta GA,
I can hear the sanitary trucks from two miles away.
I've said everything that this town has to say,
Won't you bring me your waste and let me throw them away.
Maybe I was wrong to call your heart a spade,
But I wish it didn't happen that way,
happen that way,
happen that way,
happen that way.
Ahhh...
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Readable chord sheet for Trash Day by Butch Walker
-------| -------| -------| -------| -------| --0h3--| played on the verse after the middle-8 "Trash day in Atlanta GA...") --3-----2-----3-2-3-----2-----3-2--| ----3-----3---------3-----3--------| ------0-----0---------0-----0------| -----------------------------------| -----------------------------------| -----------------------------------| repeat round and round [G] [C] [D] [G] [G]Trash [C]day in [D]Beverly [G]Hills, All the sad little [C]mommas with their [D]happy little [G]pills, That flirt with the [C]lawn boys as they [D]clean out the [G]pools, While the Mexican [C]nannies take the [D]children to [G]school. There's [Am]so much to be and [D]nothing to do, How [C]did it ever [D]end up that [G]way. [C] [D] [G] [G]Trash [C]day in [D]Nashville, Tennes[G]see, No-one can [C]smell this re[D]ligion but [G]me. I see it in [C]hairstyles of [D]young Christian [G]men, That drink, smoke and [C]fuck like the [D]world's gonna [G]end. And [Am]Sunday will come and we'll [D]all just pretend That it [C]never really [D]happened that [G]way, [C] [D] [G] happened that way, [C] [D] [G] happened that way, [C] [D] [G] happened that way. [C] [D] [G] I can [C]tell a lie by the [G]way that you walk, and I can [C]hear the confessions in the [G]way you talk, and [C]all the little actions that [G]give your[D]self aw[Em]ay, So lie still [A]don't talk, don't breathe[C], I'll be over soon. [G]Trash [C]day in [D]Atlanta G[G]A, I can hear the sani[C]tary trucks from [D]two miles aw[G]ay. I've said every[C]thing that this [D]town has to [G]say, Won't you bring me your [C]waste and let me [D]throw them a[G]way. [Am]Maybe I was wrong to [D]call your heart a spade, But I [C]wish it didn't [D]happen that [G]way, [C] [D] [G] happen that way, [C] [D] [G] happen that way, [C] [D] [G] happen that way. [C] [D] [G] [G]Ah[C]hh[D]..[G].