Em [Verse]Em Em He left the morning after, panicked and confusedAm B The night, it was a blur but his knuckles, they were bruisedEm G C The sign just flipped to open as he stumbled from the stormEm B7 Em A pack of smokes, a lighter that he stole out of her drawer [Chorus]G Em Oh, you get colderAm B7 Em You get old-er every day [Interlude]Em [Verse]Em Em In the in back of El Ranchero, collecting all the scrapsAm B A coaster with a number and a dented baseball batEm G C He dialed unfamiliar digits, maybe deep into DurangoEm B7 Em There's a city made of tin cans and another made of gold [Chorus]G Em Oh, you get colderAm B7 Em You get old-er every day [Solo - same as verse]Em . . .Am . B .Em . G CEm B Em . [Verse]Em Em They're searching high and low for a place to call homeAm B7 From Tecate to Bisbee, Tucson to JeromeEm G C The whippoorwills awaken as he loathes another flawEm B7 Em No family of his own, just the ones that he forgot [Chorus]G Em Oh, you get colderAm B7 Em You get old-er every day [Chorus]G Em Oh, you get colderAm B7 Em You get old-er every day
You Get Older
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