Am C Dm Em F G E|-0---0---1---0---1---3-| B|-1---1---3---0---1---3-| G|-2---0---2---0---2---0-| D|-2---2---0---2---3---0-| A|-0---3---x---2---3---2-| E|-x---0---x---0---1---3-|Intro:AmAm Left, right, left, right, left, rightAm Gotta hit the ground before the moon comes down,Em F Get your beak into the dirt,Am 'Cause the birds out there still waking up,Em F Are the last to get their worm,Am And even when the table's fullEm F Am Only the foolish slow down N.C. I been around long enough to know there ain't enough to go 'roundAm Been working to the boneF C Been burning both endsAm Trying to make them meetF C Before we're hungry againAm So it's left, right, leftF C Down the trail of the dead,Am F C And only six feet between me and catching my breathAm G Am And only six feet between me and getting some restAm Left, right, left, right, left, right, all rightAm Gotta grind to the slow timesEm F 'Cause thinking about the clock won't make the time flyAm When you're counting down the minutes adding up the hours givenEm F Remember the fact that Friday isn't over just 'cause you think you finished upAm When you hear that whistle blow,Em F Am Only the weakest go home like that N.C. Pain don't put food on that plateAm Been working to the boneF C Been burning both endsAm Trying to make them meetF C Before we're hungry againAm So it's left, right, leftF C Down the trail of the dead,Am F C And only six feet between me and catching my breathAm Been working to the boneF C Been burning both endsAm Trying to make them meetF C Before we're hungry againAm So it's left, right, leftF C Down the trail of the dead,Am F C And only six feet between me and catching my breathAm G Am And only six feet between me and getting some restAm Ain't nobody coming when you make the callG Dm 'Cause every man gunning for the first to fallAm Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dryG Dm It's left, right, left 'til the day you dieAm Ain't nobody coming when you make the callG Dm 'Cause every man gunning for the first to fallAm Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dryG Dm It's left, right, left 'til the day you dieeAm Ain't nobody coming when you make the callG Dm 'Cause every man gunning for the first to fallAm Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dryG Dm It's left, right, left 'til the day you dieAm Been working to the boneF C Been burning both endsAm Trying to make them meetF C Before we're hungry againAm So it's left, right, leftF C Down the trail of the dead, Am N.C. Sometimes those six feet look tempting, I gotta confess.Am Been working to the boneF C Been burning both endsAm Trying to make them meetF C Before we're hungry againAm So it's left, right, leftF C Down the trail of the dead,Am F C And only six feet between me and catching my breathAm G Am And only six feet between me and getting some rest
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