Chords for PRIDE & GLORY [Zakk Wylde] - Hate Your Guts

_ We're rolling.
[D] _ You guys ready?
Yeah.
_ Bon.
Cause we're all coming in together, right?
Here we go.
Let's make this really cook. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ See, I got the call Monday [C] morning.
I don't know.
[A]
It's time around 9 [G] a.m.
I built down and out.
[C] Left for dead.
[D] _
Lost without a [G] friend. _ _ _
Now how you live with [C] yourself?
_ _ [D]
Child, I just [G] don't know.
As _ far as I'm concerned, I think [C] you really suck.
[D]
You're rotten and you [G] really blow.
_ I hate _ [C] your guts.
_ [D] Oh, I wish that [G] you was dead.
_ I hate [C] your guts.
You [D] damn right, that's [G] what I said.
_ I hate _ [C] your guts.
_ [D] And I wish that you were [Em] dead.
_ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ [G] I hate your _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C]
guts.
_ [D] I hate your _ guts.
I hate [G] your guts.
I hate your guts.
I hate your guts.
I hate your [C] guts.
_ _ [D] I hate your guts.
_ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ I hate your [C]
guts.
I [D] hate your guts.
_ _ [G] I hate your guts.
_ _ _ _ I hate your guts.
[C] I hate your guts.
I [D] hate your guts.
I hate your guts.
I hate your guts.
I hate your guts.
I've had it with this fuckin' world [G]
again.
_ I hate _ [C] your guts.
And [D] I wish that you [G] were dead.
Yeah, I'll be _ hating [C] your guts.
You [D] damn right, that's what I [G] said.
_ [Em] _ [G] I hate your [C]
guts.
_ [D] I'm wishing you [Em] were still.
_ I'm [C] gonna think for myself.
[D]
But I'd rather run [Am] you over with my [G] truck instead.
_ _ Start up that engine. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ [Em] _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ Mine is mine, what's yours is mine.
That's the way it's gonna [C] be.
_ If you got a problem with that, you little bastard, [G] don't you come around to me.
[F] _ _ [B] Hell, I've been doing this now for [C] quite a many days.
So [D] hungry for your nuts, shove them down your throat and head over my merry way.
_ [F] _ _ [G] _ I'm bloody hungry and [C] greedy.
_ _ [D] Oh, child, you're just [G]
downright wrong.
You see, you pissed me off [C] so many times, I [D] just had to [G] write this song.
_ [B] _ _ [G] _ Everyone's got their [C] problems.
And, darling, [D] I know you sure got yours.
_ _ But you make living, [C] child.
Damn, you make it [D] seem like a back [D]-breaking chore.
_ _ [G] I hate _ [C] your guts.
_ [D] I wish that you [G]
was dead.
_ I hate your [C] guts.
You ain't got [D] clean-out ears, you're [G] damn right that's what I said.
_ I hate [C] your guts.
_ _ [D] I'm wishing you [Em] was dead.
_ _ [C] I'd dig the hole [D]
myself.
But I'd rather run you over with my churning [G] stick. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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