Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
Am F Em Am Em
[Verse]
Am F
Counting quarters in the ashtray, low riding in the fast lane
Em Am Em
Dinner spinning in the microwave, turning bills into paper planes
Am
The only thing we got figured out
F
Is we don’t got it figured out
Em Am Em
Just sleeping on a shitty couch, hanging out, making out
[Chorus 1]
Am F
We got more dreams than dollars, Got more guts than gold
Em Am
We got more sweat than tears, More time than years
Em Am Em
More soul than a stereo
Am
We got more dirt than diamonds
F
But damn if we don’t shine
Em
We got more dreams than dollars
Am Em Am Em
and more tomorrows than we can spend for the rest of our lives
[Instrumental]
Am F Em Am Em
[Verse]
N.C. F
Got my threads at the goodwill, 98 needs a refill
Em Am Em
Reality is a tough pill, to swallow, without a whiskey chaser
Am
The only thing we got figured out
F
Is we don’t got it figured out
Em Am Em
We get by with a little love and a good buzz, because
Am F
We got more dreams than dollars, Got more guts than gold
Em Am
We got more sweat than tears, More time than years
Em Am Em
More soul than a stereo
Am F
We got more dirt than diamonds, But damn if we don’t shine
Em
We got more dreams than dollars
Am Em Am Em
and more tomorrows than we can spend for the rest of our lives
Am F Em Am Em
Hey, hey, hey... oh, oh
Am F Em Am Em
Hey, hey, hey... oh, oh
[Bridge]
N.C.
We’re posers and poets
We’re broke and we know it
and nothing is free
You look like we’re sinking
but really we’re stinking rich as long as we...
[Chorus 2]
Am F
Got more dreams than dollars, Got more guts than gold
Em Am
We got more sweat than tears, More time than years
Em Am Em
More soul than a stereo
Am F
We got more dirt than diamonds, But damn if we don’t shine
Em
We got more dreams than dollars
Am Em Am Em
And more tomorrows than we could spend for the rest of our lives
[Outro]
Am F Em Am Em
Hey, hey, hey.... oh, oh
(We’re posers and poets
We’re broke and we know it
You look like we’re sinking
but really we’re stinking rich) (x2)
Am F Em Am Em
[Verse]
Am F
Counting quarters in the ashtray, low riding in the fast lane
Em Am Em
Dinner spinning in the microwave, turning bills into paper planes
Am
The only thing we got figured out
F
Is we don’t got it figured out
Em Am Em
Just sleeping on a shitty couch, hanging out, making out
[Chorus 1]
Am F
We got more dreams than dollars, Got more guts than gold
Em Am
We got more sweat than tears, More time than years
Em Am Em
More soul than a stereo
Am
We got more dirt than diamonds
F
But damn if we don’t shine
Em
We got more dreams than dollars
Am Em Am Em
and more tomorrows than we can spend for the rest of our lives
[Instrumental]
Am F Em Am Em
[Verse]
N.C. F
Got my threads at the goodwill, 98 needs a refill
Em Am Em
Reality is a tough pill, to swallow, without a whiskey chaser
Am
The only thing we got figured out
F
Is we don’t got it figured out
Em Am Em
We get by with a little love and a good buzz, because
Am F
We got more dreams than dollars, Got more guts than gold
Em Am
We got more sweat than tears, More time than years
Em Am Em
More soul than a stereo
Am F
We got more dirt than diamonds, But damn if we don’t shine
Em
We got more dreams than dollars
Am Em Am Em
and more tomorrows than we can spend for the rest of our lives
Am F Em Am Em
Hey, hey, hey... oh, oh
Am F Em Am Em
Hey, hey, hey... oh, oh
[Bridge]
N.C.
We’re posers and poets
We’re broke and we know it
and nothing is free
You look like we’re sinking
but really we’re stinking rich as long as we...
[Chorus 2]
Am F
Got more dreams than dollars, Got more guts than gold
Em Am
We got more sweat than tears, More time than years
Em Am Em
More soul than a stereo
Am F
We got more dirt than diamonds, But damn if we don’t shine
Em
We got more dreams than dollars
Am Em Am Em
And more tomorrows than we could spend for the rest of our lives
[Outro]
Am F Em Am Em
Hey, hey, hey.... oh, oh
(We’re posers and poets
We’re broke and we know it
You look like we’re sinking
but really we’re stinking rich) (x2)
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Matchbox Twenty
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