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Good Life

Corey Smith
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
Sittin  alone  in my three  bedroom home,
 a mile  east of where  I was raised.
Stairin'  out the window  at my dog  in the backyard,
 in the pinestraw covered  with clay.
Damn  he's a mess,  but we love  him to death,
 guess he fits  in this family well.
 Yeah we're a blood  line of sheperds  used to roam  in the pastures,
 tryin' to cope  with this suburban hell.
 Aww, it sure  aint the good  life we're livin',
 Yeah I reckon  we're happy enough.
 We've done well  with the hands  we were givin',
 with a little hope  and a whole  lotta' love.
 Dad just finished buildin', it must've cost him a killin',
 that house out on Rambeler's end,
 He sent my brother off to college, walkin' through the arches,
 Man we're all sure proud of him.
 But he never tried to spoil us kept our hands in the sawdust,
 yeah we chipped in whenever we could.
 We shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears,
 I guess he knew it would do us some good.
 (Chorus)plus:
 Lord we don't  have our fist  full of dollars,
 and we're no  southern aristocrats.
 Naw, we aint  got a lot  but we've earned  what we got,
 and we couldn't do  it much better  than that.
 (Solo)Play verse chords over lead.
 My wife quit her job now she's workin' full time,
 takin' care of the baby and me.
 And I'm playin' in the bars tryin' to pay off the debts,
 Lord this half-acre didn't come cheap.
 And I come draggin' in three and four in the mornin',
 smellin' like tobacco and rum.
 Still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completley,
 Says she's proud of the star I've become.
 (Chorus)plus:
 Lord we don't  have our fist  full of dollars,
 and we're no  southern aristocrats.
 Naw, we aint  got a lot  but we Love  what we got,
 and we couldn't do  it much better  than that.
 And I hope  ole' Saint  Peter will have  me,
 when they throw  my cauffin  in the back.
 When that herse  rolls away  I hope all  ya'll will say,
 he couldn't do  it much better  than that,
 He couldn't do  it much better  than that,
 He couldn't do  it much better  than that.

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Readable chord sheet for Good Life by Corey Smith

[G]Sittin al[D/F]one in my t[Em]hree bedroom h[D]ome,
a m[Cadd9]ile east of [D]where I was [G]raised.
[G]Stairin' out the [D/F]window at my [Em]dog in the [D]backyard,
in the [Cadd9]pinestraw [D]covered with [G]clay.
[G]Damn he's a [D/F]mess, but we [Em]love him to [D]death,
guess he [Cadd9]fits in this [D]family [G]well.
Yeah we're a [G]blood line of [D/F]sheperds used to [Em]roam in the [D]pastures,
tryin' to [Cadd9]cope with this [D]suburban [G]hell.

Aww, it [Cadd9]sure aint the [D]good life we're [G]livin',
Yeah I [Cadd9]reckon we're [D]happy [G]enough.
We've done [Cadd9]well with the [D]hands we were [G]givin',
with a little [Cadd9]hope and a [D]whole lotta' [G]love.

Dad just finished buildin', it must've cost him a killin',

that house out on Rambeler's end,

He sent my brother off to college, walkin' through the arches,

Man we're all sure proud of him.

But he never tried to spoil us kept our hands in the sawdust,

yeah we chipped in whenever we could.

We shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears,

I guess he knew it would do us some good.

(Chorus)plus:
Lord we [Cadd9]don't have our [D]fist full of [G]dollars,
and we're [Cadd9]no southern [D]aristo[G]crats.
Naw, we [Cadd9]aint got a [D]lot but we've [Em]earned what we [D]got,
and we couldn't [Cadd9]do it much [D]better than [G]that.

(Solo)Play verse chords over lead.

My wife quit her job now she's workin' full time,

takin' care of the baby and me.

And I'm playin' in the bars tryin' to pay off the debts,

Lord this half-acre didn't come cheap.

And I come draggin' in three and four in the mornin',

smellin' like tobacco and rum.

Still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completley,

Says she's proud of the star I've become.

(Chorus)plus:
Lord we [Cadd9]don't have our [D]fist full of [G]dollars,
and we're [Cadd9]no southern [D]aristo[G]crats.
Naw, we [Cadd9]aint got a [D]lot but we [Em]Love what we [D]got,
and we couldn't [Cadd9]do it much [D]better than [G]that.
And I [Cadd9]hope ole' [D]Saint Peter will [G]have me,
when they [Cadd9]throw my [D]cauffin in the [G]back.
When that [Cadd9]herse rolls [D]away I hope [Em]all ya'll will [D]say,
he couldn't [Cadd9]do it much [D]better than [G]that,
He couldn't [Cadd9]do it much [D]better than [G]that,
He couldn't [Cadd9]do it much [D]better than [G]that.

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