Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

guitar)

 I turn on the tube and what do I see

A whole lotta people cryin' 'Don't blame me'

They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else

Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves

 Victim of this, victim of that

 Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

 Get over it

 Get over it

 All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit

 Get over it, get over it

  pause

 You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash

But you might feel better if they gave you some cash

The more I think about it, Old Billy was right

(harmony)

Let's kill all the lawyers-- kill 'em tonight

 You don't want to work; you want to live like a king

 But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

 Get over it

 Get over it

 If you don't want to play, then you might as well split

 Get over it, get over it

 It's like going to a confession every time I hear you speak

 You're makin' the most of your losin' streak

 Some call it sick, but I call it weak

(get over it, page 2 )

 You drag it around like a ball and chain

You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain

You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown

Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down

 Bitch about the present and blame it on the past.

 I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh, yeh, yeh

 Get over it

 Get over it

 All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit

 Get over it, get over it

 Get over it

 Get over it

 Its gotta stop sometimes, so why don't you quit

 Get over it, get over it (pause) (come back guitar first, all 1/2 later)

  (pause, guitar) ...(all play

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Played with Barre A style chords

5th 1 1 1 1 1 1

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| | 3 3 3 x <-- mute the high E string

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 I turn on the tube

What do I see

A whole lotta people

Cryin' Don't blame me;They point their

Crooked little fingers

At everybody else

Spend all of their time

Feeling Sorry for themselves

Victim of this

Victim of that

 Your momma's too thin and

Your daddy's too fat!

 Get over it (Hit a 10th fret D on the E string)

 Get over it (Hit a 10th fret D on the E string)

 All this whinin', cryin'

Pitchin' a fit

 Get over it (Hit a 10th fret D on the E string)

Get over it!

Solo 1

Break

 You said you haven't been the same

Since you had your little crash

But you might feel better

If they gave you some cash

The more I think about it

Old Billy was right

Let's kill all the lawyers

Kill 'em tonight!

Don't wanna work

You want to live like a king

 But the big bad world

Doesn't owe you a thing

 Get over it

 Get over it

 If you don't want to play

Then you might as well split

 Get over it

Get over it

Slide solo

Hook

 It's like goin' to confession

 Every time I hear you speak

 You're makin' the most

Of your losin' streak

Some call it sick

I call it weak

Yeah, Yeah Yeah!

 You're draggin' around

Like a ball and chain

You wallow in the guilt

You wallow in the pain

You wave it like a flag

You wear it like a crown

Got your mind in the gutter

Bringin' everybody down

 You bitch about the present

Blame it on the past

 I'd like to find you in a child

And kick it's little ass!

 Get over it

 Get over it

 All this bitchin' and moanin'

And pitchin' a fit

 Get over it

Get over it

Get over it

 Get over it

 It's gotta stop sometime

So why don't you quit

 Get over it

Get over it.

Solo 3