Version 2: By Jeff Olson
Am F
I’m too lazy you’re too pretty
Am F
Left a good job down in the city
Am F
Move to the country, buy a farm
Am F
Become hippies, won’t do no harm
Am F
Got my tablet, you got your phone
Am F
No one out here need feel all alone
Am F
Got no livestock, can’t grow no crop
Am F
Feelin’ something’s been forever lost
Am G C F Am G C F
Might as well get high – higher than we’ve ever been
Am G C F Am G C F
Might as well just burn, burn until the bitter end.
F
(the bitter End...)
Am F
You met a local boy, go out at night
Am F
Comin' home late and always start a fight
Am F
You say I’m nothing, you say I’m dim
Am F
Now my patience wearin’ mighty thin.
Am G C F Am G C F
Might as well get high – higher than we’ve ever been
Am G C F Am G C F
Might as well just burn, burn until the bitter end.
F
(the bitter End...)
Am F
You left on Sunday, movin home
Am F
Up and left me out here on my own
Am F
Now it seems that all I got is time
Am F
And no one else here will get out alive.
Am G C F Am G C F
Might as well get high – higher than we’ve ever been
Am G C F Am G C F
Might as well just burn, burn until the bitter end.
F
(the bitter End...)