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The Good Life
Corey Smith

Verse 1:
G        D/F        EM            D
Sittin alone in my three bedroom home,
   Cadd9       D           G
a mile east of where I was raised.
G                D/F          EM         D
Stairin' out the window at my dog in the backyard,
       Cadd9     D            G    
in the pinestraw covered with clay.
G           D/F          EM          D       
Damn he's a mess, but we love him to death,
         Cadd9        D      G
guess he fits in this family well.
             G             D/F              EM          D             
Yeah we're a blood line of sheperds used to roam in the pastures,
          Cadd9          D        G
tryin' to cope with this suburban hell.

Chorus:
        Cadd9         D               G 
Aww, it sure aint the good life we're livin',
       Cadd9        D     G
Yeah I reckon we're happy enough.
           Cadd9         D             G
We've done well with the hands we were givin',
              Cadd9      D            G
with a little hope and a whole lotta' love.

Verse 2:
     
Dad just finished buildin', it must've cost him a killin',
      
that house out on Rambeler's end,
            
He sent my brother off to college, walkin' through the arches,
 
Man we're all sure proud of him.
       
But he never tried to spoil us kept our hands in the sawdust,
          
yeah we chipped in whenever we could.
     
We shared in the sweat and the blood and the tears,
       
I guess he knew it would do us some good.

(Chorus)plus:
        Cadd9          D            G
Lord we don't have our fist full of dollars,
          Cadd9       D     G    
and we're no southern aristocrats.
        Cadd9      D             EM             D  
Naw, we aint got a lot but we've earned what we got,
                Cadd9      D           G
and we couldn't do it much better than that.

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Verse 3:
   
My wife quit her job now she's workin' full time,
      
takin' care of the baby and me.
          
And I'm playin' in the bars tryin' to pay off the debts,
         
Lord this half-acre didn't come cheap.
      
And I come draggin' in three and four in the mornin',

smellin' like tobacco and rum.
           
Still she wakes up to greet me cause she loves me completley,
       
Says she's proud of the star I've become.

(Chorus)plus:
        Cadd9          D            G 
Lord we don't have our fist full of dollars,
          Cadd9       D     G
and we're no southern aristocrats.
        Cadd9      D          EM           D
Naw, we aint got a lot but we Love what we got,
                Cadd9      D           G         
and we couldn't do it much better than that.
      Cadd9     D                G
And I hope ole' Saint Peter will have me,
          Cadd9    D              G  
when they throw my cauffin in the back.
          Cadd9       D           EM             D
When that herse rolls away I hope all ya'll will say,
            Cadd9      D           G 
he couldn't do it much better than that,
            Cadd9      D           G 
He couldn't do it much better than that,
            Cadd9      D           G 
He couldn't do it much better than that.
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