Chords for Zakk Wylde - Pride & Glory ~ Hate Your Guts / Lyrics

We're rolling.
_ You guys ready? _ _
_ _ We're all coming in together, right?
Here we go.
Let's make this really cook.
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_ [G] _ See, I got the call Monday [C] morning.
I don't know.
[D]
Sometime around [G] 9 a.m.
I felt down and out.
[C] Left for dead.
[D] _
Lost without a [G] friend. _ _ _
Now how you live with [C] yourself?
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[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 [G] you really blow. _ _
I hate your [C] guts.
Oh, [D] I wish that you [G] was dead. _
I hate _ [C] your guts.
You're [D] damn right, that's [G] what I said. _ _
I hate _ [C] your guts. _
[D] And I wish that you were [Em] dead. _ _
[C] I'd dig your hole [D] myself.
But I'd rather run you over with a [F#] truck [G] instead. _ _
_ _ _ _ Your first name [C] should be ass.
_ _ [D] Your last name [G] should be wife.
_ _ _ Believe me when I [C] say this.
See, [D] I don't shit on mortal [G] _ [Am] childs.
[G] _ It's funny how it [C] works.
It _ [D] just [G] seems to never end.
_ _ _ Just when you think [C] you've had enough.
You [D] bend your over and fuck it once [G] again.
_ I hate _ [C] your guts.
I [D] wish that you [G] was dead.
I hate _ [C] your guts.
You're [D] damn right, that's what I [G] said.
_ [C] _ [G] I hate _ [C] your guts.
_ [D] I'm wishing [Em] you was dead.
_ [C] I'm gonna dig the hole [D] myself.
But I'd rather run you [A] over with my truck [G] instead.
_ _ I'm gonna start up that engine.
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_ [C] Most mind is mine, what's yours is [G] mine.
That's the way it's gonna [F#] be.
[C] If you got a problem with that you little [G] bastard.
Don't you come around to me.
[E] _
_ [B] Tell I've been doing this now.
[C] For quite a many days. _
[D] I'll rip off your nuts and chokes you down your throat.
And head over my merry way.
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_ _ [G] Boy, they're hungry [C] and greedy. _ _
[D] Oh child, you're just [G] downright wrong.
You see, you pissed me [C] off so many times.
[D] I just had to write [G] this song.
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[G] Well, _ everyone's got [C] their problems.
And [D] darling, I know you sure [G] got yours. _
_ But you make living, [C] child. _
Damn, you [D] make it seem like a back-breaking chore.
[B] _ [Am] _
[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.
[G] You're damn right at what I said. _
[Am] [G] I hate your [C] guts. _
[D] I'm wishing you [Em] was dead. _
[C] I think of the whole [D] myself.
But I'd rather run you over with my [E] truck instead.
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