Bruce Springsteen — Better Days Chords

Better Days
Bruce Springsteen
By Steini

         D
Well my soul checked out missin' as I sat listenin'
        D                          Hm
To the hours and minutes tickin' away.
            Em
Yeah, just sittin around waitin' for my life to begin
             Em                  G
While it was all just slippin' away
          D
Well I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come
          D                               Hm
For the train to come rollin' 'round the bend
         Em
I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose
  Em                    G
A women I can call my friend

G                 D                          D                     G
These are Better Days, baby   Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' through
G                 D                  Em           G         D
These are Better Days, baby   Better Days with a girl like you

     D
Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss
          D                     Hm
It's like eatin' cavier in the dirt
       Em
It's a sad funny ending when you find yourself pretending
        Em                         G
To be a rich man in a poor man's shirt
       D
Now my ass was draggin from a passin' gypsy wagon
      D                     Hm
Your heart like a diamond shown
          Em
Tryin' to lay it in your arms, count the lucky charms
    Em                      G
Get out of these hard luck bones

G                 D                          D                     G
These are Better Days, baby   Yeah, there's Better Days shinin' through
G                 D                  Em         G        D
These are Better Days, baby   Better Days are shining through
G     Hm     E G      D

       D                                                D                  Hm
Now a life of leisure, and a pirate's treasure   Don't make much for tragedy.
       Em
It's a sad man, my friend, whose livin' in his own skin,
     Em                   G
And can't stand the company.
       D                                                D                     Hm
Every fools got a reason to feel sorry for himself And turning his heart to stone
           Em
Drag this fool half way to heaven, just a mile on to hell
       Em                   G
And I feel like I'm comin' home!

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CHORUS 2      fadeout