Michael Trent — Complicated Type

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"A Complicated Type"
by Michael Trent
'The Winner'

Capo on 2nd Fret

C
            C
He was a sweet boy never mean to cause no trouble
             G  
Couldn't help but be polite he probably learned it from his mother
             F
He's the complicated type
  Am
A complicated type 
F       G      C        
Complicated type

        C
Grew up real fast just like Carolina pine
                G
Hid his drugs under his bible mixed his whisky with his wine
             F
He had a sparkle in his eye
     Am
Like just before you cry
     F            G     C
Like right before you cry

Am G C 
F G Am 
F G Am C F C

         C
It was a long night he'd been sitting at the bar
              G
When they turned off all the lights he started looking for his car
                 F
But when his eyes began to gleam
        Am
And the lights started to stream
   F              G     C
He slipped into a dream

          C
Now while most folks dream of money love and hope
            G
His were of violent crashing waves and bodies swinging tied to ropes
                F
While his whole family laughed aloud
    Am
Hovering above a crowd
        F                               G    C    
Who for help were screaming out

Am G C 
F G Am 
F G Am C F C

         E7                           Am
Well I'm nobody there's nothing I can do
             F              C     G
To bring anyone back to life
       E7                                Am
But I know that I should try to tell the truth
       F             G        C
And to fight for the right side

Am G C 
F G Am 
F G Am C F C

        C
When he came to was if he'd been dead for years
        G
And the wind was blowin' hard both his eyes were full of tears
      F
But a change had taken place 
          Am
You could see it on his face
              F             G     C
Man you could see it on his face

       C
On the way home he found a bottle in the road
               G
And thought of all the explanations that he thought that he was owed
          F
And as he kicked it down the street 
        Am
He felt lighter on his feet
       F                 G      C
And he couldn't help but sing

Am G C 
F G Am 
F G Am C F C
C F C F C G C		
    

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