Osceola
The Park Bench RantVersion1
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Tonight I heard a melody that made me want to sing
And think of everything and everyone that means something to me
I tried to write down exactly how it felt
To hold that pen in my one hand, fix a drink with the other
Osceola were getting older and this room keeps getting colder everyday
And every night, every day and every night
I didnt want to play your records ever again
Cause I didnt want to think, I wanted to begin
Its nights like this when I am kissed with sin
For drinking too much, I am starting to believe
That all those christian songs had my number dead on
And its really sad when theres nothing to believe in I said,
Osceola its getting colder and we are all getting older everyday but
Mostly tonight, mostly tonight, mostly tonight
Osceola turn my shit luck on a dime
That I gave to a man that gave me a stale cigarette
And told me that I, I was right, I was right
Osceola you are killing me tonight
If I get this right I promise Ill close my eyes
But Im still sleeping with this steel under my pillow tonight
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Readable chord sheet for Osceola by The Park Bench Rant
[C] [C]Tonight I heard a melo[Am]dy that made me want to [F]sing And think of everything and [G]everyone that means something to me [C] I tried to write [Am]down exactly how it [F]felt To hold that pen in my one [G]hand, fix a drink with the other [C] Osce[Am]ola were getting [F]older and this [G]room keeps getting colder every[C]day And every [Am]night, every [F]day and every [G]night [C] I didnt want to [Am]play your records ever [F]again Cause I didnt want to [G]think, I wanted to begin [C] Its nights like [Am]this when I am kissed with [F]sin For drinking too much, [G]I am starting to believe [C] That all those christian [Am]songs had my number [F]dead on And its really sad when theres [G]nothing to believe in I said,[C] Osce[Am]ola its getting [F]colder and we are [G]all getting older everyday but [C] Mostly to[Am]night, mostly to[F]night, mostly to[G]night [C] Osce[Am]ola turn my [F]shit luck on a dime That I [G]gave to a man that gave me a stale ciga[C]rette And told me that [Am]I, I was [F]right, I was [G]right [C] Osce[Am]ola you are [F]killing me tonight If I [G]get this right I promise Ill close my [C]eyes But Im [Am]still sleeping with this [F]steel under my [G]pillow tonight [C] [Am] [F] [G] [C]