Straight From The Jacket by No Use For a Name
Key: AA | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


A         F           C              G
So sorry son, you're worrying your mother
A        F              G                E
No explanation's gonna make it seem all right
A      F    C             G
Young boy listen to your father
      A                    F         A            G
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide
F            G                A                             G
How does it feel when you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun?
                 A               F              C             G
Tell me how it feels -- did you see your life flash right before your eyes
A              F                G                E
Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor
A      F               C                G
Young boy we're gonna send you to the lions
     A                   F         A            G
The men all dressed in white when you become undone
F            G             A                                    G
How does it feel, well I might have brought you up but you are not my son
                 A   F  A  F  A  F  G  E **
Tell me how it feels
(** this part is some kind of solo which I'm too lazy to tab but just
play these chords)
F         E (low)          A                G
So many times I tried to bring you up you brought me down
F           E           A    G
I won't consider you again
F            E               A                 G              F
Stop looking at me like you care I worked my fingers to the bone
               E                A    G
I'm not your father or your friend
           F                                     G
Well you might have lived here once but this is not your home
                 A    (same part as before)
Tell me how it feels
(another Verse which I forget)
F            G         C          B
How does it feel ... how does it feel?
F             G                A                            G
How does it feel when you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun
Note: This is not perfect, OK sue me.
E. Hulka