Covert Discretion ukulele

Covert Discretion

• G

The Em7 chord should be played like this:

E - 0
B - 3
G - 0
D - 2
A - 2
E - 0

G      D         Em7
Covert discretion in a hotel room
                         A
Ain't it always the same
G       D       Em7
Another gig now, got an achin' head
                        A
And I'm back on display
G        D           Em7                                       A
Ain't no thing though, all the fans agree, we killed it tonight
G           D     Em7                                    A
Back at the hotel, watching CNN, still scared for my life
B               G     D     C
So where is the party going on?
B               G       D    C
It's no fair to make me stay alone
G          D     Em7                   
Down in the lobby there's a couple left
                        A
Have them buy me a round
G       D           Em7 
I'm your best friend I'm your superstar
                            A
Yeah I'm down with the brown
G        D        Em7             
We in the bathroom let's be super cool
                           A
You gotta a little bit left
G      D             Em7              
What a special thing, I'm your trophy boy
                        A
Get the fuck out my face
B           G    D    C
You will go home satisfied
B       G           D       C
I'll be blacked out for the night
G      D      Em7                                        A
In the morning I can't remember, I can't remember a thing
G          D      Em7
I'm on the bus now
                                               A
They won't look at me, man it's always the same
G     D     Em7   
I'm a broken, why can't you see?
                            A
Can't you give me your hand?
G          D        Em7                                       A
No, I'm the bad guy, don't appreciate, can't you see who I am?
B                 G   D    C  
I'm on my last leg, I can't see
B                  G         D     C
I wasn't trying to blow your fantasy
G       D          Em7
Another chance now, I'm on the stage again
                         A
But this time I don't fly
G            D       Em7                                      A
You all just left me, just walked away. Alone up there to die.
G         D        Em7                                      A
It was the next day got a couple calls making sure I'm alive
G            D        Em7                      
Man you gotta end this, just walk away 
                       A
Your money or your life.
B            G            D        C
So save your judgments for someone else
B                G         D          C
And be grateful I saved me from myself

C C C C

G                    E              
Fuck you all I gotta reason to live
      Am          D
And I never gonna die
G                    E              
Fuck you all I gotta reason to live
      Am          D
And I never gonna die
G                    E              
Fuck you all I gotta reason to live
      Am          D
And I never gonna die
G                    E              
Fuck you all I gotta reason to live
      Am          D
And I never gonna die

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