Chords for Drive-By Truckers- Self Destructive Zones (Brighter Than Creation's Dark)
Tempo:
121.85 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D]
[C] [G]
[C] [D]
[C] [G]
It was 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even [D] started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting
[G] off their hair.
[D] Radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home.
[G] Fed, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to pitch about [C] the going zone and self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G] The night the practice room caught fire there were rumors [C] of a dragon headed straight for [G] Muscle Shoals.
Stoner tries to save an [D] amplifier and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told.
[D] When the dream and the man and the girls hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's
[G] coming true, it's easier to let it [D] all die a fairy [G] tale [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
Hippies rode away [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't even [G] pursue.
Caught between a [D] generation dying from its habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new.
[D] Built pawn shops were packed like a backstage party [C] hanging full of pointy ugly [G] cheap guitars.
And the young'uns all turned [D] to karaoke hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
My granddaddy's [D] shotguns locked that closet [C] and it never shot a thing [G] that could have lived.
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough
[G] to vote for him.
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the [D] bones.
[G] Dead, fat or rich [D] nobody's left a bitch about [C] the goings-on in self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[N]
[C] [G]
[C] [D]
[C] [G]
It was 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even [D] started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting
[G] off their hair.
[D] Radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home.
[G] Fed, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to pitch about [C] the going zone and self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G] The night the practice room caught fire there were rumors [C] of a dragon headed straight for [G] Muscle Shoals.
Stoner tries to save an [D] amplifier and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told.
[D] When the dream and the man and the girls hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's
[G] coming true, it's easier to let it [D] all die a fairy [G] tale [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
Hippies rode away [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't even [G] pursue.
Caught between a [D] generation dying from its habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new.
[D] Built pawn shops were packed like a backstage party [C] hanging full of pointy ugly [G] cheap guitars.
And the young'uns all turned [D] to karaoke hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
My granddaddy's [D] shotguns locked that closet [C] and it never shot a thing [G] that could have lived.
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough
[G] to vote for him.
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the [D] bones.
[G] Dead, fat or rich [D] nobody's left a bitch about [C] the goings-on in self [G]-destructive zones.
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[D]
[C] [G]
[N]
Key:
G
D
C
G
D
C
G
D
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
It was _ 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even [D] started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting
[G] off their hair. _
[D] _ Radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home. _
[G] Fed, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to pitch about [C] the going zone and self [G]-destructive zones. _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] The _ _ _ night the practice room caught fire there were rumors [C] of a dragon headed straight for [G] Muscle Shoals. _
Stoner tries to save an [D] amplifier and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told. _
[D] When the dream and the man and the girls hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's
[G] coming true, _ _ it's easier to let it [D] all die a fairy [G] tale [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Hippies rode away [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't even [G] pursue. _ _ _
Caught between a [D] generation dying from its habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new. _
[D] Built pawn shops were packed like a backstage party [C] hanging full of pointy ugly [G] cheap guitars.
And the young'uns all turned [D] to karaoke hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars. _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
My _ granddaddy's [D] shotguns locked that closet [C] and it never shot a thing [G] that could have lived. _ _
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough
[G] to vote for him. _
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the [D] bones. _
[G] Dead, fat or rich [D] nobody's left a bitch about [C] the goings-on in self [G]-destructive zones. _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
It was _ 1990 [D] give or take, I don't remember [C] when the news of revolution [G] hit the air.
The girls hadn't even [D] started taking down our posters [C] when the boys started cutting
[G] off their hair. _
[D] _ Radio stations all decided X was finally [C] old enough, it ought to have a [G] proper [D] home. _
[G] Fed, fat or rich, [D] nobody's left to pitch about [C] the going zone and self [G]-destructive zones. _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] The _ _ _ night the practice room caught fire there were rumors [C] of a dragon headed straight for [G] Muscle Shoals. _
Stoner tries to save an [D] amplifier and it's like the [C] dragon's side of the story's [G] never told. _
[D] When the dream and the man and the girls hang around [C] long enough to make you think it's
[G] coming true, _ _ it's easier to let it [D] all die a fairy [G] tale [C] than admit that something bigger's [G] passing through. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
Hippies rode away [D] putting smiles on faces [C] that the devil wouldn't even [G] pursue. _ _ _
Caught between a [D] generation dying from its habits [C] and another thanking rock and [G] roll was new. _
[D] Built pawn shops were packed like a backstage party [C] hanging full of pointy ugly [G] cheap guitars.
And the young'uns all turned [D] to karaoke hanging [C] all their wishes up on [G] disregarded stars. _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
My _ granddaddy's [D] shotguns locked that closet [C] and it never shot a thing [G] that could have lived. _ _
An old man decided [D] that you couldn't choose your poison [C] till you're nearly old enough
[G] to vote for him. _
[D] They turned what was into something so disgusting [C] even wild dogs would [G] disregard the [D] bones. _
[G] Dead, fat or rich [D] nobody's left a bitch about [C] the goings-on in self [G]-destructive zones. _
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