Do It Yourself Chords & Lyrics - Drive-by Truckers
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My [D]Daddy called [A]me on a [E]Friday morning, [D]so sad to [A]tell me just what [E]you?d done
[D]You tried so [A]hard to make [E]us all hate you [D]but in the [A]end you was the only [E]one
[F#m]Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
[D]You tried in [A]vain to find some[E]thing to kill you
[D]In the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
Who?s [D]to blame f[A]or the l[E]oveless marriage, wh[D]o?s to bl[A]ame for the broken [E]band?
[D]You ran from [A]life and all of [E]it?s pleasures, [D]your own teeth [A]marks on your own damned [E]hand.
[F#m]Thrown out before the date?s expired, you?d rather die than let anyone help,
[D]You?d rather [A]die than take a [E]stab at living.
[D]Nothing [A]would kill you so you [E]do it yourself.
[C]Everyone has those [G]times when the night?s so [Em]long
[C]The dead-end [G]life just drags you [Em]down
[C]You lean back [G]under the micro[Em]phone
[C]and turn your d[G]emons into [Em]walls of goddamned noise and sound.
And [D]it?s a sorry [A]thing to do to your [E]sweet sister, [D]It?s a sorry thing [A]to do to your [E]little boy
[D]It?s a sorry [A]thing to do [E]to the folks who love you [D]Your Mama and Daddy [A]lost their only [E]boy
[F#m]Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
[D]Living too [A]hard just cou[E]ldn?t kill you
[D]In the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
[D]Living too [A]hard just cou[E]ldn?t kill you
[D]In the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
[D]You tried so [A]hard to make [E]us all hate you [D]but in the [A]end you was the only [E]one
[F#m]Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
[D]You tried in [A]vain to find some[E]thing to kill you
[D]In the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
Who?s [D]to blame f[A]or the l[E]oveless marriage, wh[D]o?s to bl[A]ame for the broken [E]band?
[D]You ran from [A]life and all of [E]it?s pleasures, [D]your own teeth [A]marks on your own damned [E]hand.
[F#m]Thrown out before the date?s expired, you?d rather die than let anyone help,
[D]You?d rather [A]die than take a [E]stab at living.
[D]Nothing [A]would kill you so you [E]do it yourself.
[C]Everyone has those [G]times when the night?s so [Em]long
[C]The dead-end [G]life just drags you [Em]down
[C]You lean back [G]under the micro[Em]phone
[C]and turn your d[G]emons into [Em]walls of goddamned noise and sound.
And [D]it?s a sorry [A]thing to do to your [E]sweet sister, [D]It?s a sorry thing [A]to do to your [E]little boy
[D]It?s a sorry [A]thing to do [E]to the folks who love you [D]Your Mama and Daddy [A]lost their only [E]boy
[F#m]Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
[D]Living too [A]hard just cou[E]ldn?t kill you
[D]In the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
[D]Living too [A]hard just cou[E]ldn?t kill you
[D]In the [A]end you had to [E]do it yourself.
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