GUNS N' ROSES

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Intro: E7/9

     A7
   Diamonds and fast cars

   Money to burn

   I got my head in the clouds

   I got these thoughts to churn

   Got my feet in the sand

   I got a house on the hill

   I got a headache like a mother

   Twice the price of my thrills


               E7
   And it's a cold day it's a continental drift

   I said this traffic is hell

   Can you give me a lift

   And I'll try to paint a story

   Got your pictures to tell

   Yeah, you got to make a living

   With what you bring yourself to sell


        A7
   I got some genuine

   Imitation

   Bad apples

   Free sample

   For your peace of mind

   Only $9,95


             E7
   I got my camera back from customs

   Got my law fees up to date

   Hell they must seen me comin'

   Ain't this life so fuckin' great
             D
   When the shit hit the fan
       A
   It was all I could stand
       E
   Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
       D
   My body's breathing while it can
        A                            E
   But what I don't understand is that

   My world ain't getting no brighter
          D
   If i could touch the sky
           A
   Well I would float on by
        E
   While everybody's talkin'

   Hell I'm just another guy
          D
   If it were up to me
            A
   I'd say just leave me be
            B
   Why let one bad apple
                             A7
   Spoil the whole damn bunch
       A7
   Gold and caviar

   Now whyn't you pour my apathy

   I'd have all my bases covered

   If I could teach my hands to see
                  E7
   But now we're down in the deep end

   Where they'd love to watch you drown

   I said your laundry could use washing

   Will hang it up all over town

   I said Hollywood's like a dryer

   And we're down on Sunset Strip

   And you'll be suckin' down the clorox

   'Til your life's all nice and crisp
             D
   When the shit hit the fan
       A
   It was all I could stand
       E
   Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
       D
   My body's breathing while it can
        A                            E
   But what I don't understand is that

   My world ain't getting no brighter
          D
   If i could touch the sky
           A
   Well I would float on by
        E
   While everybody's talkin'

   Hell I'm just another guy
          D
   If it were up to me
            A
   I'd say just leave me be
            B
   Why let one bad apple
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   Spoil the whole damn bunch
             D
   When the shit hit the fan
       A
   It was all I could stand
       E
   Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
       D
   My body's breathing while it can
        A                            E
   But what I don't understand is that

   My world ain't getting no brighter
          D
   If i could touch the sky
           A
   Well I would float on by
        E
   While everybody's talkin'

   Hell I'm just another guy
          D
   If it were up to me
            A
   I'd say just leave me be
            B
   Why let one bad apple
                             A
   Spoil the whole damn bunch
     E    E7/9
   Boy!!!