Slobberbone - Front Porch
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Band name | Slobberbone |
Song name | Front Porch |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 06/29/2008 |
Size | 1.69 kb |
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Front Porch By Brent Best From Slobberbone's " Barrel Chested" (G)Driven to silence, but I'm (C) drowning in (G)sin (G)My mandolin hangs on the (C)wall once (D)again (G)I can't seem to find the right (Bm)words from within, (C) But I won't be (D)looking for (G)long There comes a time when nothing seems clear' Your passed out on the front porch with a head full of beer, Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear But I won't be thinking for long So many years ago when I was pure, I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure For all ailments cynical, that's how things were But I didn't stay drunk for too long Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up I sipped from their bottle; I slammed a whole cup That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up Cause it didn't sit well for too long (Em)I was a fool I was stupid (C) because (D) I was (Em) mistaking knowledge for (C)just a good (D) buzz (Em)Five years drunk on wine and (C) words and wit (Am)Served by cynics and charlatans They were all full of (D) shit (over "all full of sh*t" play the notes A-B-C-D) Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret Line the living room floor that you've often swept Pop another one open and wretch at the stench It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench But there'll come a time when it all seems clear When your past out on the front porch, your head full of beer Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear, But I won't be clouded for long Now I'm driven to silence, and I'm drowning in sin My mandolin hangs on the wall once again I can't seem to find the right words from within, But I won't be looking for long I'll stink of drink 'til I let you in, Then I won't be stinking for long