Young Drunk

young drunk - the smith street band G D one day there will come a time when Em Bm C the person you are named after dies D/G G and all of a sudden you’re the only one left G D Em and out of something as insincere as pride Bm C you’ll change the way you turned on time D to remember the smiles G D as we stood out front of the little church Em Bm C the traffic just close enough to drown out whatever we heard the family say D as they waved the hearse away G and tonight i’m getting young C drunk Em walking down the streets where i grew up D knowing that they’re to blame it C G all the red brick fences look the same i’m getting young C drunk Em walking round the streets where i grew up D knowing that they’re to blame it C G all the red brick fences look the same G C Em D whoa oh G D and all alone in the suburbs C i can make as much noise as i want D without disturbing more than the wind in the trees and G D passing cars and security lights Em Bm guide my way home through the night C i feel safe here D C and the neighbours aren’t close enough to hate me G and tonight i’m getting young C drunk Em walking down the streets where i grew up D knowing that they’re to blame it C G all the red brick fences look the same i’m getting young C drunk Em walking round the streets where i grew up D knowing that they’re to blame it C G all the red brick fences look the same G C Em D whoa oh G and i’ve finally found a home D Em in a handful of people i was lucky enough to bump into D G we act like pessimists but we’re in love with it G and im in love with you D and our tiny bed in the upstairs front room Em of a rundown terrace house D which is obviously perfect as it sounds G D even in the summer when the Em Bm C cardboard window that you tape on everyday D falls out and wakes us up G and tonight i’m getting young C drunk Em walking round the streets where i grew up D knowing that they’re to blame it C G all the red brick fences look the same i’m getting young C drunk Em walking round the streets where i grew up D knowing that they’re to blame it C G all the red brick fences look the same G C Em D whoa oh http : //thesmithstreetband . bandcamp . com/