Chords for If I Don't Make it Home

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[C#] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] Yes, yes, y'all. _ _
[B] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [Bm] If I don't make it home, don't [A] let them burn my [B] bones.
I want to be buried [A] where my people come from.
[Bm] Just put me in the Pinewood box [D] market east of the bay [A] where the train tracks [Bm] stop.
Then [A] if I don't make it back, [B] just know I died happy [A] wherever I was at
[Bm] cause I live my life [D] as if it was a song through the highs and the lows [F#] and the rights and the [Bm] wrongs.
[A] The rights and the [B] wrongs.
[D] The rights and the [B] wrongs.
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[E] _ _ [Bm] I know [A] it's a hard thing to [Bm] swallow.
Nobody [A] here's promised tomorrow [Bm] in a world filled with so [D] much sorrow.
I guess you gotta be careful what you [Bm] borrow.
See, we're running [A] out of time, my [B] friends.
Where it ends, [A] it all depends.
[Bm] Do you live to possess a defender?
You give it all you have?
[F#] Do you tirelessly [Bm] pretend?
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[A] Why the fuck should I [Bm] pretend?
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[B] _ [Bm] If I don't make it home, don't [A] let them burn my [Bm] bones.
I want to be buried [A] where my people come from.
Just put me in the Pinewood box market east of the bay [B] where the train tracks [Bm] stop.
[A] Then if I don't make it back, [Bm] just know I died happy [A] wherever I was at
cause I live my life [D] as if it was a song through the highs and the [F#] lows and the rights and the [Bm] wrongs.
[A] The rights and the [B] wrongs.
[F#m] The rights [Bm] and the wrongs.
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[B] _ [Bm] I live my life [A] like I was singing a song, [B] so if I don't make it home, [A] everybody sing along.
[Bm] You can blame it on the bottle.
[A] You can blame it on the bowl.
[Bm] You can blame it on my shows, on my Rolling Stones soul.
[B] This life ain't so [A] glamorous.
I'm not sure I can handle [B] it with both ends of the candles [A] lit.
My albums are my [Bm] manuscripts.
I'm kind of broke, [A] so not much else to leave.
[Bm] Plus what you do when you ain't [G] got no more tricks up your sleeve?
[B] I play my cards.
I do my best to get ahead.
I've got fans now, but people love you when you're dead.
I never meant to leave my baby all alone, so tell my girl I love [Em] her if I don't make it home.
[Bm] If I don't make it home, don't [A] let them burn my [Bm] bones.
I want to be family [A] where my people come [Bm] from.
Just put [D] me in a pinewood box [Bm] market east of the bay [B] where the train tracks [Bm] stop.
[A] Even if I don't make it back, [Bm] just know I got to have [A] me wherever I was at,
because I live my life as if it was a song.
[D] Through the highs and the [B] lows and the rights and the [Bm] wrongs.
[A] The rights and the wrongs.
[Bm] _
[A] The rights and the wrongs.
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[F#] _ [Bm] Only thing I ever been [A] good at is running my mouth,
[B] and now I'm living in a van [A] till I'm running the South.
[B] And I'm a king in the North, [A] the law in the West,
[B] while I demolish more liquor [A] than Ellie and Ness,
[B] with a lifestyle [A] sicker than a swimmer incest.
[B] Pit what I spit [A] while we consider the mess of [B] a quarter century spent [A] in a state of excess.
[Bm] It's all or nothing, man, [B] not a fucking thing less.
And I wish I had a plan, [A] but I stay edge of the seat.
[Bm] Maybe I'll make a couple grand [A] and a couple CD,
but the dollar ain't in demand, music's digitally.
It's hard [B] to understand, but it's my legacy.
If I don't make it home, [A] don't let them burn my [Bm] phones.
I want to be buried [A] where my people come [Bm] from.
Just put [D] me in a pinewood box [Bm] market east of the bay where the train tracks stop.
[A] Even if I don't make it back, [Bm] just know I got to have [A] me wherever I was at,
[B] because I live my [A] life as if it was a song.
Through the [B] highs and the lows and the rights and the [Bm] wrongs.
[A] The rights and the wrongs.
The rights and the [Bm] wrongs. _ _ _ _
_ [B] It's hella high water, [A] you can always run farther.
[Bm] My friends, we're no [B] longer the sons and the daughters.
We are the pen holders, [A] the tireless [Bm] soldiers, the mules of this [B] land,
the builders and the slaughters, the chronicler of [A] passion and blood.
The [Bm] audience of which our creator [B] will judge.
[Bm] We are the product of love, [D] of passion and blood.
The [Bm] audience of which our creator will judge.
The product of love, [A] of passion and blood.
The [B] audience of which our creator [A] will judge.
[Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] If I don't make it home, [A] don't let them burn my [Bm] phones.
I want to be buried [A] where my people come [B] from.
Just put [D] me in a pinewood box market east of the bay [F#m] where the train tracks [Bm] stop.
[A] And if I don't make it [Bm] back, just know I died [A] happy wherever I was at.
[B] Cause I live my [A] life as if it was a song.
Through the highs and the [E] lows and the rights and the [Bm] wrongs.
[A] The rights and the [Bm] wrongs.
[A] The rights and the [Bm] wrongs. _ _ _ _ _
_ If I don't make it home, [A] don't let them burn my [B] phones.
I want to be buried where my people come from.
Just put [A] me in a pinewood box market east of the bay