Chords for Carry On

_ Hmm.
Yeah. _ _
Back [C] once again, _ [G] _ Danny Boone.
[E] Brooks, my dear [Am] friend. _ _
Rehab.
_ _ [G] _ _ Fresh off another bender.
So fresh.
[A] My heart's got a black eye, and sometimes I get [A] scared that I might cry.
Why [G] do I pretend that I'm not shy?
Sometimes all I can do is just stay high.
I wanna [Am] be the same, also wear a fake smile.
Playin' happy-go-lucky, but my insides are hostile.
[G] Maybe I'm asking for more than I'm supposed to have.
Don't wanna write my own [A] epitaphs.
Spent a week without thinking, then I went on a binge.
I went a week without [B] thinking, and my lunatic [G] friends.
If it wasn't for the notebook and the big pens, I'd go crazy, guess I'm [Em] late, and I don't have to keep it [A] locked in.
But then, the hell, I'm not well, and [Am] it ain't hard to tell [G] that I dwell in my head, and the devil's in the details.
Try to keep it simple, y'all.
[Am] Carry on, and you sing [A] my song.
[G] Carry on, till the early morning.
[Am] _ _ Carry [A] on, till the money's gone.
[G] Carry on, till the break [Am] of dawn.
Carry on.
I'd rather stand on the corner and [G] laugh my ass off.
[A] I paid my duties, I done worked my ass off, and work never got me nowhere.
It was like, God luck, and I'd zap and [A] squeeze there, and I'ma show up when I show up.
And if I don't blow up, fuck it, I don't [G] blow up.
At least I don't have to grow up, and let me smoke my cigarette.
I'm thinking right now about all the things [Am] I won't get.
A bunch of bullshit I really don't need.
A bunch of dumb bitches mixin', crack, [G] we'll eat.
But I got caffeine, and I got pills.
I got me a beat machine, and I got [A] skills.
And so what if I gotta [E] sleep all day?
It ain't like I'm missing much anyway.
[G] It's all fake, and it's all take.
You're all full of shit, so I'll be okay.
[Am] Carry on, and you sing [A] my song.
[G] Carry on, till the early [Am] morning.
_ Carry [A] on, till the money's gone.
[G] Carry on, till the break [Am] of dawn.
Carry on.
Look at me like I done lost my mind.
Wearing all gal socks, doing the bumping [G] grind.
I got a Oz-I-V neck, a high-tech redneck.
Pumas in the foamy ass, so give me respect.
I spent about ten [E] years in a hole.
After a light-skinned girl cold-stole my [G] soul.
But now I'm up, I don't give a fuck.
You can have my depression, you can eat my [Am] foot.
I don't need no [Em] philosophies except my own.
Christ sakes, I'm 29, I guess I'm [G] grown.
And I've learned enough to know I don't know shit.
I bitched and moaned, but I ain't never [A] quitting.
I kept on surviving, and kept on striving.
Fixed my transmission, and kept on [G] driving.
So I guess it's okay to be mentally ill.
Cause I ended up paying all my debts.
[Am] Carry on, and you can sing my song.
[G] Carry on, till the early [Am] morn.
We'll be on, we'll be on, till the morning's gone.
[G] Carry on, till the break [Am] of dawn.
Carry on.
You know, _ sometimes, _ _ [G] _ I'm tripping on everything.
_ [Am] Let it go.
_ You gotta let it all go.
[A] No [G] matter what's going on.
And carry [Am] on.
_ Get up one more day.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ Walk out in the street.
_ _ [E] Just like your best [C] friend.
_ [Em]
Talk to the neighbors.
[Am] _ _ [D] [G] You know, maybe even play a little mailbox baseball.
[E] _ _ _ Whatever. _
[G] Just don't, don't die. _ _ _
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