The Smith Street Band - Young Drunk Ukulele

YOUNG DRUNK - THE SMITH STREET BAND

F                       G
one day there will come a time when
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the person you are named after dies
                  G/C                              F             
and all of a sudden you're the only one
       
left

        F                         G                Am
and out of something as insincere as pride
                      Em                 F
you'll change the way you turned on time
                                  G
to remember the smiles
                                       F               G
as we stood out front of the little church
Am                Em                   F
the traffic just close enough to drown out

whatever we heard the family say
             G
as they waved the hearse away

      F
and tonight i'm getting young
           F
drunk
                                         Am
walking down the streets where i grew up
                                    G
knowing that they're to blame it
                          F                  F
all the red brick fences look the same


i'm getting young
         F
drunk
                                             Am
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    G
knowing that they're to blame it
                       F                     F
all the red brick fences look the same
F F Am G 
whoa oh

       F                                G
and all alone in the suburbs
                                              F                 
i can make as much noise as i want
                                           G
without disturbing more than the wind
                       
in the trees and
 F                      G
passing cars and security lights
Am                        Em
guide my way home through the night
       F
i feel safe here
G                                                                    F
and the neighbours aren't close enough to hate me



      F
and tonight i'm getting young
           F
drunk
                                         Am
walking down the streets where i grew up
                                    G
knowing that they're to blame it
                        F                    F
all the red brick fences look the same


i'm getting young
         F
drunk
                                             Am
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    G
knowing that they're to blame it
                        F                    F
all the red brick fences look the same
F F Am G 
whoa oh


            F
and i've finally found a home
      G                                                                Am
in a handful of people i was lucky enough to bump into
                G                               F      
we act like pessimists but we're in love with it


      F
and I'm in love with you
           G
and our tiny bed in the upstairs front room
       Am
of a rundown terrace house
            G
which is obviously perfect as it sounds
F            G
even in the summer when the
Am                            Em                 F
cardboard window that you tape on everyday
                                  G                     
falls out and wakes us up 



      F
and tonight i'm getting young
           F
drunk
                                         Am
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    G
knowing that they're to blame it
                         F                   F
all the red brick fences look the same


i'm getting young
         F
drunk
                                             Am
walking round the streets where i grew up
                                    G
knowing that they're to blame it
                        F                    F
all the red brick fences look the same
F F Am G 
whoa oh