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Dirty Heads - Best Of Us Chords

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Best Of Us Chords

(ver. 1)
Dirty Heads
Intro:
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D|--------------------------------------7---7---7--4-------------------------?7--4--7-------------
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B|--------------------------------5--7--?7--7--7--5--7--5-------5------------------?------
G|--6--6--6--6--4--6--4--6--------------?-------------------6----------------------?------
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A|--------------------------------------?----------------------------------------?--------

A
She takes my shoes off when I pass out in the morning
E
Dead asleep from a night out with the boys
A
If she came with us I'd have to send a warning:
E
She can drink with the best of us

A
She can smoke and she can drink as much as I can
E
She made me food and rolled a joint when I broke my hand
A
Fightin' with her older brother, showed him I'm a man
E
And she's as cool as the best of us



A             F#m           E
She don't get mad when I'm out of control
A                      F#m
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs
     E                            
Man she just laughs and rolls
A                F#m           E    
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true
           A                  F#m            
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend,
             E
Mine's the sh*t, well how 'bout you?


A
Gave me head and we were driving down the freeway
E
Comin' home from San Clemente on a friday
A
We were laughin' 'cuz her body was in my way
E
She's as cool as the best of us

A
Well she can rock and she can move it with me slowly
E
Nobody told me she can move it like that
A
I didn't see it, didn't buy it 'till she showed me
E
That she can drink with the best of us




A             F#m           E
She don't get mad when I'm out of control
A                                  F#m
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs
     E                            
Man she just laughs and rolls
A                F#m           E    
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true
           A                  F#m            
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend,
             E
Mine's the sh*t, well how 'bout you?


A
She likes the way I smell when I come home late
              E
She tells me 'give em hell' before I come on stage
A
She likes her beer real cold and her whiskey straight
   E        
Stayin' up all night and then we sleep all day
A
But if the sun comes steppin' in early
       E
And I wake to find my wallet to be empty
         A
'Cuz last night was next level I was off my leash
   E
I can still look at her with no anxiety because



A             F#m           E
She don't get mad when I'm out of control
A                     F#m
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs
     E                            
Man she just laughs and rolls
A                F#m           E    
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true
           A                  F#m            
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend,
             E
Mine's the sh*t, well how 'bout you?




A             F#m           E
She don't get mad when I'm out of control
A                     F#m
When I'm blacked out drunk, at the top of my lungs
     E                            
Man she just laughs and rolls
A                F#m           E    
She's my lady, baby I know this is always true
           A                  F#m            
I see you yellin' at your girlfriend,
             E                          A  
Mine's the sh*t, well how 'bout you?.....            
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