Drive-By Truckers – Filthy and Fried

Drive-By Truckers – Filthy and Fried Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Drive-By Truckers
Song : Filthy and Fried

[Intro] : A G Em D

[Verse 1] : 
A                                   Em
Bottles falling in a dumpster and a stale smell rising 
          G 
Through a sickening summer haze 
       D 
To the rhythm of a boot heeled hipster cowgirl’s 
       A 
Clunky sashay of shame 
G                  A 
Mundane mayhem the last of their AM’s 
D                G 
Gasoline powered release 
Em
Of the rest of the day 
G 
To the afternoon's rising 
A                        D 
Relentlessly stifling heat 

A Em G  D

[Verse 2] : 
A                      Em
Up around the corner a B-Model Mazda’s 
        G 
Sitting crooked between the lines 
        D 
Feeling lucky that 27’s the hardest thing 
       A 
She’ll have to survive 
G                                   A 
Just don’t mix your browns and your whites with your wine 
    D                             G 
and don’t sit on your cigarettes 
       Em
You’ll feel like shit soon enough and 
A                                D 
Deserves got no say in a story’s past 

[Chorus] : 
                      G 
It’s what alive feels like 
Em                            G 
Bored children caught between dog days 
                           D 
When night turns them loose 
           Em
All that’s different for girls is 
    G                          D 
The bragging and who it’s done to

[Verse 3] :  
A                        Em 
Everyone claims that the times 
                  G 
Are a changing as theirs pass them by 
    D 
And everyone’s right

A Em G D
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[Verse 4] : 
A                        Em
Way down beneath all the talk and Tequila 
    G 
And reasons excuses and doubts 
          D 
Breathing steam from his cup and 
                                        A 
Stink from his fingers he’s starting to figure it out 
G                           A 
The old mans world was more doing than thinking and the 
D                      G 
Doing was more cut and dried 
Em
Now girls collect trophies as 
G 
Much as the boys and come 
A                       D 
Home just as filthy and fried 
Em
Now girls collect trophies as 
G
Much as the boys and come 
A                       D
Home just as filthy and fried 

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