That Cant Be Right Jesse Welles

That Cant Be Right

Jesse Welles

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156
0:00 4:36
Stimmung Standard (E A D G B E)
Taktart 4/4
Tonart: C
Kapo:
Ohne Kapo
Schlagmuster 1

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Songtext

[Intro]
| C - | - - | E7 -  | -  - |
| F - | - - | G  G6 | G7 - |

[Verse 1]
C
We both got some hard knocks we might have earned
E7
Some folks go to school
                          F
Others have to learn that most of life is wishing
                        G               G6
Tryin' to get back to a memory of a memory
    G7
You never might've had
   C
My heart's a locomotive
Runs on blackened coal
   E7
And  cigarettes and coffee
I could never roll my own
              F
I'm borrowing matches from the padre
Hearing church bells toll
          G                        G6
Wondering what the hell's the difference
          G7
Between dying and getting old
                   F
That can't be right

[Chorus]
                                  C
What year is it this year tonight?
                      G     G6
If I die, I'll die of fright
G7                   C
  That can't be right

[Verse 2]
     C
That acid flashback really
Really cracked my ice
E7
Do the right drug once
You'll get to do it twice
            F
And now I'm crowin' about places
And things I've never been
             G           G6
You know I'm never gonna whore it out
    G7
And take that gig again
         C
I believe the light is cracklin'
Round the edge of anesthesia
E7
Lying on a table
With the whole world reachin' in ya
F
Hope to Jesus Buddha Bob
That they washed their hands
           G               G6
There's no class action passage
            G7
To break all  my shitty bands
                   F
That can't be right

[Chorus]
                                  C
What year is it this year tonight?
                      G     G6
If I die, I'll die of fright
G7                   C
  That can't be right

[Interlude]
C E7 F G G6
G7                C
  When I was younger

[Verse 3]
It confused me
Now I think I get it
           E7
My old man,  he don't like pictures
Especially if he's in 'em
F
Time is not a mirror
It's some distorted view
          G                G6
Of the way you thought you was
             G7
And what you thought they thought of you
            C
And all the trash that I tossed out
It weren't by no means good
   E7
But  just 'cause someone tells ya
Don't really mean you should
   F
My friends would try to cheer me on
The best they knew to do
           G             G6
There's no rescuin' a diver
         G7
With two cinder blocks for shoes
                   F
That can't be right

[Chorus]
                                  C
What year is it this year tonight?
                      G     G6
If I die, I'll die of fright
G7                   C
  That can't be right

[Verse 4]
              C
I'm still agog with mortal dogs
And skills I don't possess
          E7
I'm a practitioner of practice
I'ma givin' it my best
    F
I'm left and I'm still leaving
I got several miles to go
        G           G6
I ain't ready to do something
              G7
'Till there's something I'm ready for
          C
There's a pillar in the desert
And it's all alit with flames
          E7
It's been burning there for eons
It's the end of all the games
          F
We owe apologies
And ass whoopin's
It seems to even out
          G                 G6
You can't never know you're happy
          G7
If you've never lived without
             F
And that's alright

[Chorus]
                                  C
What year is it this year tonight?
                      G     G6
If I die, I'll die of fright
G7                   C
  That can't be right
                   F
That can't be right
                                  C
What year is it this year tonight?
                                  G G6
Four white horses toward the light
G7                   C F G C
  That can't be right

Takte

[Intro]
| C - | - - | E7 -  | -  - |
| F - | - - | G  G6 | G7 - |

[Verse 1]
| C - | - - | E7 -  | -  - |
| F - | - - | G  G6 | G7 - |
| C - | - - | E7 -  | -  - |
| F - | - - | G  G6 | G7 - |
| F - | - - |

We both got some hard knocks we might have earned
Some folks go to school
Others have to learn that most of life is wishing
Tryin' to get back to a memory of a memory
You never might've had
My heart's a locomotive
Runs on blackened coal
And  cigarettes and coffee
I could never roll my own
I'm borrowing matches from the padre
Hearing church bells toll
Wondering what the hell's the difference
Between dying and getting old
That can't be right

[Chorus]
              | C - | - - |
| G G6 | G7 - | C - |

What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right

[Verse 2]
                     | C - |
| - - | E7 -  | -  - | F - |
| - - | G  G6 | G7 - | C - |
| - - | E7 -  | -  - | F - |
| - - | G  G6 | G7 - | F - |
| - - |

That acid flashback really
Really cracked my ice
Do the right drug once
You'll get to do it twice
And now I'm crowin' about places
And things I've never been
You know I'm never gonna whore it out
And take that gig again
I believe the light is cracklin'
Round the edge of anesthesia
Lying on a table
With the whole world reachin' in ya
Hope to Jesus Buddha Bob
That they washed their hands
There's no class action passage
To break all  my shitty bands
That can't be right

[Chorus]
       | C - | - - | G G6 |
| G7 - | C - |

What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right

[Interlude]
               | C - | - - |
| E7 -  | -  - | F - | - - |
| G  G6 | G7 - | C - | - - |

When I was younger

[Verse 3]
| E7 -  | -  - | F - | - - |
| G  G6 | G7 - | C - | - - |
| E7 -  | -  - | F - | - - |
| G  G6 | G7 - | F - | - - |

It confused me
Now I think I get it
My old man,  he don't like pictures
Especially if he's in 'em
Time is not a mirror
It's some distorted view
Of the way you thought you was
And what you thought they thought of you
And all the trash that I tossed out
It weren't by no means good
But  just 'cause someone tells ya
Don't really mean you should
My friends would try to cheer me on
The best they knew to do
There's no rescuin' a diver
With two cinder blocks for shoes
That can't be right

[Chorus]
| C - | - - | G G6 | G7 - |
| C - | - - |

What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right

[Verse 4]
               | C - | - - |
| E7 -  | -  - | F - | - - |
| G  G6 | G7 - | C - | - - |
| E7 -  | -  - | F - | - - |
| G  G6 | G7 - | F - | - - |

I'm still agog with mortal dogs
And skills I don't possess
I'm a practitioner of practice
I'ma givin' it my best
I'm left and I'm still leaving
I got several miles to go
I ain't ready to do something
'Till there's something I'm ready for
There's a pillar in the desert
And it's all alit with flames
It's been burning there for eons
It's the end of all the games
We owe apologies
And ass whoopin's
It seems to even out
You can't never know you're happy
If you've never lived without
And that's alright

[Chorus]
| C - - - | - - -  - | G  - G6 - | G7 - - - |
| C - - - | F - -  - | -  - -  - | C  - - - |
| - - - - | G - G6 - | G7 - -  - | C  - - - |
| F G C - |

What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right
That can't be right
What year is it this year tonight?
Four white horses toward the light
That can't be right

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