Chords for Billy Strings & Don Julin - No More Paper Logs / Dust in a Baggie (Live on KEXP @Pickathon)

[A] You want these beers out of the shot?
[C#] Nah man, we're [G] trying to get it fun.
_ _ _ That'd be a good one to have.
Alright.
_ [Gm] So tell me when to go, and we'll go.
_ [N] _ Go!
Alright, let's go.
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_ [A#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ I ain't said that seven [C] days, I haven't [G] ate in three.
_ _ Methamphetamine has got a damn good [D] hold of me.
[G] My tweaker friends have got me [C] to the point of [G] no return.
I just took a powder to the bub and watched it burn.
[C] It's life's a sin, it's got [G] me in.
Well it's got me back in prison [D] once again.
_ [G] I used my own phone [C] call to contact my daddy.
[G] Now twenty long years, [D] post [G]-industrial pain. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, if I would have listened [C] to what mom and [G] papa said,
I wouldn't be locked up in prison, troubles [D] in my head.
[G] But I took that little pop and sucked [C] it till [G] my mind was smudged.
I got twenty years to [D] sit and [G] think of what I've done.
It's [C] life's a sin, it's [G] got me in.
_ Well it's got me back in prison [D] once again.
_ [G] I used my own phone [C] call to contact my [G] daddy.
Now twenty long years, [D] post [G]-industrial pain. _ _ _ _
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Well, sometimes I sit and wonder [C] where my little [G] life went wrong.
It don't tell how blues have got me singing this [D]
old song.
[G] My life is a disaster, [C] I [G] feel so ashamed.
And yet when they call me by a number not a name.
It's [C] life's a sin, it's [G] got me in.
_ Well it's got me back in prison [D] once again.
_ [G] I used my own phone [C] call to contact my [G] daddy.
Now twenty long years, post-industrial pain. _ _
I used my own phone [C] call to contact my [G] daddy.
Now twenty long years, [D] post [G]-industrial pain.
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