I Gotta Grow Up

[INTRO: ]Em Bm Em F#7 Em Bm Em F#7 Bm Bm I was following a girl, a Canadian girl A F#m Bm On a great American trip Bm She was thumpin' the bass in an improv group A F#m G On their way to bein' hip Bm After a few nights on the bus A F#m Bm While we stopped to get some fuel Bm Her head got small and her rage got big A F#m D D/C# And she challenged me to a duel Bm In a truck stop there on the isle A F#m Bm Where they sell those dayglow hats Bm I took up with a girl who had A F#m G Eyes like an alley cat Bm She took me home, it was her husband's home A F#m Bm Before that awful factory fire Bm But the dead came around that night A F#m D And proved the alleycat a liar CHORUS: D I gotta grow up, I gotta go to work A Quit countin' on luck even if it hurts D I gotta grow up, I gotta go to work Bm A D Even if it hurts, I gotta grow up BREAK: Bm Em F#7 Bm Em F#7 Bm Bm I moved out to the coast, the western coast A F#m Bm And met an eastern girl Bm She was a big shot in the picture buiz A F#m G She wore black clothes and pearls Bm She loved what happened behind closed doors A F#m Bm Then she locked me out in the cold Bm She said guys like me are something called a genre A F#m Bm That's really getting old CHORUS (2x) INTRO