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[Bbm][Gb]

[Gb]Happy [Bbm]birthday, you're halfway to [Gb]60
You have no [Bbm]land of your own, a job you despise
And a lover that's [Gb]mean
And you [Bbm]started noticing a disturbing [Gb]thing
[Bbm]Birds eating other birds just beyond the [Gb]screen
So you [Bbm]packed up your things 
and hopped on the freeway headed [Gb]east
And you drove for [Bbm]eight days aimless[Gb]ly

[Gb]Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be [Ab]free
Being [Gb]full aware that it's 
a middle-age crisis type [Ab]thing

And you [Bbm]drove 'til you saw 
a sign for a town called [Gb]Luckey
Spelled [Bbm]L-U-C-K-E-[Gb]Y
Where the [Bbm]sugar towers rise 
to line and meet the stree[Gb]ts  meet the streets
Checked into a [Bbm]motel, slept 
on cardboard [Gb]sheets
That covered the bloodstained 
[Gb7]mattress under[Ab]neath
Went to the [Gb]local bar and you 
[Gb7]got yourself a [Ab]drink[Bbm]

[Ebm]Telling yourself to be [Ab]humble
[Db]Singing to [Ab]yourself to be [Bb]free
It's a [Gb]middle-[Eb7]age 
[Ab]crisis [Fm]type [Db]thing[F7]

[Bbm][Gb]

[Gb]It was the [Bbm]most ragtag 
group you had ever [Gb]seen
A slender [Bbm]man with a moustache 
on both sides nothing in be[Gb]tween
Looking like a [Bbm]preacher's son who 
had given into the devil-worshipping [Gb]scene
He was a [Bbm]real looker and 
he bought you a [Gb]drink
And you proceeded to tell him every[Ab]thing
And you were [Gb]getting a bit 
hysterical it [Ab]seemed
You [Gb]laughed like a carburetor 
and then you [Ab]screamed
All the [Gb]doubt and the disbe[Ab]lief[Bbm]

[Ebm]Telling yourself to be [Ab]humble
[Db]Singing to [Ab]yourself to be [Bb]free
It's a [Gb]middle-[Eb7]age [
Ab]crisis [Fm]type [Db]thing[F7]

And he [Bbm]told you how he came to [Gb]be
As an [Bbm]altar boy by his father's [Gb]knees
And how he [Bbm]came to lose his [Gb]faith
There was no [Bbm]touching but 
advances were [Gb]made
And his father's hand in slow [Gb7]motion 
it was [Ab]approaching him
And the [Gb]doubt and disbelief crept 
[Gb7]over his young heart like the [Ab]black ocean

A [Gb]stormcloud, a hurricane if you [Ab]will
A [Gb]stormcloud, a hurricane[Ab][Bbm]

[Ebm]Telling yourself to be [Ab]humble
[Db]Singing to [Ab]yourself to be [Bb]free
It's a [Gb]middle-[Eb7]age [Ab]crisis [Fm]type [Db]thing[F7]

[Ebm]Go home [Ab]late, [Db]find yours[Ab]elf ha[Bb]ppy
It's just a [Gb]middle-[Eb7]age [Ab]crisis [Fm]type [Db]thing[F7]
It's a [Gb]middle-[Eb7]age [Ab]crisis [Fm]type [Db]thing[F7]
It's a [Gb]middle-[Eb7]age [Ab]crisis [Fm]type [Db]thing[F7]

It's a[Ebm7] middle-age [Ab]crisis type [Db]thing[F7]
It's a[Ebm7] middle-age [Ab]crisis type [Db]thing[F7]
It's a[Ebm7] middle-age [Ab]crisis type [Bbm]thing