Chords for Livin' Till the Day I Die
Tempo:
131 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Db
Bbm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
Sometimes on days like this, when [Bbm] the mayor seems so unkind,
[Db] remember the kid [Eb] just playing with Georgia [Ab] Sun.
His nose in a mystery book, [Bbm] playing pilot in a magnolia tree,
[Db] shooting down those [Eb] enemy fighter planes one [Ab] by one.
[Db] pretending to be [Eb] Mickey Mantle, [Ab] hitting rocks [Eb] in a field [Fm] by the road,
[Bbm] or Napoleon Solo, [Eb] living the life [Ab] of a spy.
[Db] [Ab]
Sometimes on days like this, when [Bbm] the mayor seems so unkind,
[Db] remember the kid [Eb] just playing with Georgia [Ab] Sun.
His nose in a mystery book, [Bbm] playing pilot in a magnolia tree,
[Db] shooting down those [Eb] enemy fighter planes one [Ab] by one.
[Db] pretending to be [Eb] Mickey Mantle, [Ab] hitting rocks [Eb] in a field [Fm] by the road,
[Bbm] or Napoleon Solo, [Eb] living the life [Ab] of a spy.
100% ➙ 131BPM
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Eb
Db
Bbm
Fm
Ab
Eb
Db
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_ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
Sometimes on days like this, when [Bbm] the mayor seems so unkind,
I [Db] remember the kid [Eb] just playing with Georgia [Ab] Sun. _ _ _ _ _
His nose in a mystery book, [Bbm] playing pilot in a magnolia tree, _ _
[Db] shooting down those [Eb] enemy fighter planes one [Ab] by one.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ Just [Db] pretending to be [Eb] Mickey Mantle, _ [Ab] hitting rocks [Eb] in a field [Fm] by the road, _
[Bbm] or Napoleon Solo, [Eb] living the life [Ab] of a spy.
_ _ _ I wanted [Db] to sail the boat [Eb] to Tahiti, _ [Ab] want to sing [Eb] and learn [Fm] how to fly, _
[Bbm] racing out of control [Cm] down some open road, [Db] always dreaming,
[Eb] living till the [Ab] day I die. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I remember one Easter Sunday, [Bbm] waking up in a strange hotel, _ _
[Db] the whole night's a flank [Eb] and I don't know where [Ab] I [Db] am.
_ [Ab] _ _ _
In a diner, crowded with families, [Bbm]
all dressed in their Sunday best, _
a [Db] kid points me out [Eb] and asks, Dad, what's wrong [Bb] with that man?
_ [Ab] _ _ Sometimes [Db] life just taps you [Eb] on the shoulder, _ [Ab] to remind [Eb] you it's a one [Fm]-way street. _
[Bbm] You need to do a post [Eb]-mortem on the life that's just [Ab] passed you [Eb] by.
_ [Ab] _ _ I [Db] want to sail the boat [Eb] to Tahiti, _ [Ab] want to sing and learn [Fm] how to fly,
[Bbm] racing out of control [Cm] down some open road, [Db] always dreaming,
_ _ [Eb] living till the [Ab] day I die.
[Db] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
Here's hoping that the end comes quickly, _ [Bbm] when I'm a nimble 75, _ _
[Db] cut down by some young [Eb] woman's husband who found [Ab] where I hid.
[Db] _ _ _ [Ab] _ I don't want to be trapped in a deathbed, _
[Bbm] surrounded by all of my friends,
[Db] with time to recall all [Eb] those things that I [Ab] never [Bb] did.
_ [Ab] _ You just got [Db] to jump into the [Eb] arena, _ roll [Ab] the dice, take [Gm] some shots to [Fm] the chin.
You [Bbm] may lose some time, [Eb] but hell, you know you just got [Ab] to [Fm] try.
_ [Ab] _ _ I want [Db] to sail the boat to [Eb] Tahiti, want [Ab] to sing and [Eb] learn how to [Fm] fly, _
[Bbm] racing out of control down [Cm] some open road, always [Db] dreaming,
_ _ [Eb] living till the day [Ab] I die. _ _ _ _ _
Just living _ _ [Bbm] till the [Ab] day I die.
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
Sometimes on days like this, when [Bbm] the mayor seems so unkind,
I [Db] remember the kid [Eb] just playing with Georgia [Ab] Sun. _ _ _ _ _
His nose in a mystery book, [Bbm] playing pilot in a magnolia tree, _ _
[Db] shooting down those [Eb] enemy fighter planes one [Ab] by one.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ Just [Db] pretending to be [Eb] Mickey Mantle, _ [Ab] hitting rocks [Eb] in a field [Fm] by the road, _
[Bbm] or Napoleon Solo, [Eb] living the life [Ab] of a spy.
_ _ _ I wanted [Db] to sail the boat [Eb] to Tahiti, _ [Ab] want to sing [Eb] and learn [Fm] how to fly, _
[Bbm] racing out of control [Cm] down some open road, [Db] always dreaming,
[Eb] living till the [Ab] day I die. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I remember one Easter Sunday, [Bbm] waking up in a strange hotel, _ _
[Db] the whole night's a flank [Eb] and I don't know where [Ab] I [Db] am.
_ [Ab] _ _ _
In a diner, crowded with families, [Bbm]
all dressed in their Sunday best, _
a [Db] kid points me out [Eb] and asks, Dad, what's wrong [Bb] with that man?
_ [Ab] _ _ Sometimes [Db] life just taps you [Eb] on the shoulder, _ [Ab] to remind [Eb] you it's a one [Fm]-way street. _
[Bbm] You need to do a post [Eb]-mortem on the life that's just [Ab] passed you [Eb] by.
_ [Ab] _ _ I [Db] want to sail the boat [Eb] to Tahiti, _ [Ab] want to sing and learn [Fm] how to fly,
[Bbm] racing out of control [Cm] down some open road, [Db] always dreaming,
_ _ [Eb] living till the [Ab] day I die.
[Db] _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
Here's hoping that the end comes quickly, _ [Bbm] when I'm a nimble 75, _ _
[Db] cut down by some young [Eb] woman's husband who found [Ab] where I hid.
[Db] _ _ _ [Ab] _ I don't want to be trapped in a deathbed, _
[Bbm] surrounded by all of my friends,
[Db] with time to recall all [Eb] those things that I [Ab] never [Bb] did.
_ [Ab] _ You just got [Db] to jump into the [Eb] arena, _ roll [Ab] the dice, take [Gm] some shots to [Fm] the chin.
You [Bbm] may lose some time, [Eb] but hell, you know you just got [Ab] to [Fm] try.
_ [Ab] _ _ I want [Db] to sail the boat to [Eb] Tahiti, want [Ab] to sing and [Eb] learn how to [Fm] fly, _
[Bbm] racing out of control down [Cm] some open road, always [Db] dreaming,
_ _ [Eb] living till the day [Ab] I die. _ _ _ _ _
Just living _ _ [Bbm] till the [Ab] day I die.
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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