Job Well Done
Terra NaomiVersion1
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Well I'm thinking back
On the damage you've done
And I knew I couldn't reason with you
So I had to run
And I ran so far
Fought hard
To start my life again
And I guess my mind must be a special kind of garden
Cos you planted your shit seeds
But they didn't stay rotten
No they blossomed into flowers
In my brain
Now I'm paying you for
A job well done
When you count the money you'll make
Take a minute, look back on those days
And know all this good is in spite of you and not because of
A job well done
No of course nobody's to blame
But everybody's got a claim
When it comes to being paid
For a job well done.
Now I'm not allowed to tell it
So Ill write it in a song
And I know that when you hear it
You'll say that I'm wrong
Cos a man like you
Is blind to the truth
Your life's a fucking lie
And all those stories you been telling yourself
When you look at my albums lining up on your shelf
All the various reasons I owe you, I know you,
Now let me show you
A job well done
When you count the money you'll make
Take a minute, look back on those days
And know all this good is in spite of you and not because of
A job well done
No of course nobody's to blame
But everybody's got a claim
When it comes to being paid
For a job well done.
Maybe someday
You'll realize your mistakes
And maybe make yourself accountable for one
And they say success has many parents
But failure is an orphan
Well I'm working real hard
Trying to make it make sense
And I'm looking at my life
And I'm making amends
For every word I never said
Every thought in my head
I was so misled
And nothing you say could ever right these wrongs
And I tell myself its worth it
Cos I got this song
But its little consolation
For the tears and frustration
The years I wasted on
A job well done
When you count the money you'll make
Take a minute, look back on those days
And know all this good is in spite of you and not because of
A job well done
No of course nobody's to blame
But everybody's got a claim
When it comes to being paid
For a job well done.
A job well done
No of course nobody's to blame
When it comes to being paid
For a job well done
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Readable chord sheet for Job Well Done by Terra Naomi
[A] [A]Well I'm thinking back On the damage you've done And I [E]knew I couldn't reason with you So I had to run And I r[D]an so far Fought hard To start my [A]life again [E] And I [A]guess my mind must be a special kind of garden Cos you [E]planted your shit seeds But they didn't stay rotten No they [D]blossomed into flowers In my brain Now I'm [A]paying you [E]for A[A] job well d[E]one When you count the money you'll [F#m]make Take a minute, look back on those days And k[E]now all this good is in spite of you and not b[A]ecause of A job well [E]done No of course nobody's to [F#m]blame But everybody's got a claim When it comes to [E]being paid For a job well [A]done. [A]Now I'm not allowed to tell it So Ill write it in a song And I [E]know that when you hear it You'll say that I'm wrong Cos a [D]man like you Is blind to the truth Your [A]life's a [E]fucking lie [A]And all those stories you been telling yourself When you [E]look at my albums lining up on your shelf All the [D]various reasons I owe you, I know you, [A]Now let me [E]show you A[A] job well d[E]one When you count the money you'll [F#m]make Take a minute, look back on those days And k[E]now all this good is in spite of you and not b[A]ecause of A job well [E]done No of course nobody's to [F#m]blame But everybody's got a claim When it comes to [E]being paid For a job well [A]done. [A] [A]Maybe [F#m]someday You'll[E] realize [D]your mist[E]akes And maybe [F#m]make yourself a[E]ccountable for [D]one [E] And they [F#m]say s[E]uccess has [D]many p[E]arents But f[F#m]ailure [E]is an o[D]rphan [D] [E] [A]Well I'm working real hard Trying to make it make sense And I'm [E]looking at my life And I'm making amends For every [D]word I never said Every thought in my head I was [A]so misl[E]ed [A]And nothing you say could ever right these wrongs And I [E]tell myself its worth it Cos I got this song But its [D]little consolation For the tears and frustration [A]The years I w[E]asted on A[A] job well d[E]one When you count the money you'll [F#m]make Take a minute, look back on those days And k[E]now all this good is in spite of you and not b[A]ecause of A job well [E]done No of course nobody's to [F#m]blame But everybody's got a claim When it comes to [E]being paid For a job well [A]done. A[A] job well d[E]one No of course nobody's to [F#m]blame When it comes to [E]being paid For a job well [E]do[A]ne