For The Love Of The Song
The Good LifeVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
I thought I'd start this simple song
with something you could sing along
like "Na na na na na na."
But then I felt a bit cliche-
I started Beaten Path that way-
and besides, it didn't get me very far
I guess the well is running dry.
(I'm not surprised)
It's been thirteen years of lies.
Running at the mouth about
these lovers I can't live without,
well, I'm not exactly huntin' 'em down
Down and out and overweight -
under the influence of three years straight
drinking on the job.
If it's not some love affair
then it's a song about the great despair
of the loner at the end of the bar.
Well, you are what you are
You are what your are,
you are, you are,
you do, you do -
"Na na na na na na"
One-hundredth verse same as the first,
I'm a dictaphone of drunken slurs,
press rewind - it's a new album.
"Hot off the press, and this guy sounds depressed
(again)!"
So, you can never drop this drunken bit
or the fits of pain you still stomach -
it's for the love of the song
Oh yeah, the song. Oh yeah, the song.
I thought it was... I thought it was supposed to be a... a sing along.
and so on...
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Readable chord sheet for For The Love Of The Song by The Good Life
[Am] [Am] [G]I thought I'd start this [F]simple song [C]with something you could [Am]sing along like[G] "[F]Na na na na na n[C]a." But [G]then I felt a [F]bit cliche- I [C]started Beaten P[Am]ath that way- and be[G]sides, it didn't [F]get me very [C]far [G]I guess the well is [F]running dry. [C] (I'm not surpris[Am]ed) [G] It's been [F]thirteen years of [C]lies. [G]Running at the [F]mouth about [C]these lovers I can't [Am]live without, well,[G] I'm not exa[F]ctly huntin' 'em [C]down [G] [F] [C] [A] [G] [F] [C] [G]Down and out and [F]overweight - [C]under the influence of [Am]three years straight [G] [F]drinking on the [C]job. [G]If it's not some [F]love affair then it's a [C]song about the g[Am]reat despair of the [G]loner at the [F]end of the [C]bar. Well, you [G]are what you are You [F]are what your are, you [C]are, you are, you [Am]do, you do - [G] "[F]Na na na na na n[C]a" [G]One-hundredth verse [F]same as the first, [C]I'm a dictaphone of [Am]drunken slurs, press rew[G]ind - it's a n[F]ew a[C]lbum. "Hot off the press,[G] [F] [C] and [Am]this guy sounds depresse[G]d [F] (again)[C]!" So, you can [G]never drop this [F]drunken bit or the [C]fits of pain you s[Am]till stomach - it's for the [G]love [F]of the [C]song Oh yeah, the [G]song. Oh yea[F]h, the s[C]ong. [Am] I thought it [G]was... I thought it [F]was supposed to be a.[C].. a sing along. and so on...