Otis Gibbs – Where Only The Graves Are Real chords

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
       E                                     A                    EI'm so tired of the beautiful people, I'm so tired of the elegant games
       E                                 BI'm so tired of being normal and treated strange
        A                   E                A                EI don't need the late night parties or their plastic, perfect world
               A      B     EWhere only the graves   are real


[Chorus]
           F#m                          AWhere are my true friends, where did they go?
           F#m                          A     BWhere are my true friends, where did they go?
E       F#m  A              EGoddamn,     all of my fake friends
    E                               BThe ones who cling to me like I'm a star
A               E                       A                F#mEveryone's your best friend when you're closing down the bars
A             B               E    F#m  A  EGod bless the ones who really are


[Verse 2]
       E                                A                EI'm so tired of making bargains, I'm so tired of cutting deals
       E                                   BI'm so tired of working harder at spinning wheels
       A                 E             A                EThen I woke in someone's vision with a pile of day-old dread
             A      B      EAnd only the graves   were real


[Chorus]
           F#m                          AWhere are my true friends, where did they go?
           F#m                          A     BWhere are my true friends, where did they go?
E       F#m  A              EGoddamn,     all of my fake friends
    E                               BThe ones who cling to me like I'm a star
A               E                       A                F#mEveryone's your best friend when you're closing down the bars
A             B               E    F#mGod bless the ones who really are
A             B               E    F#m  A  EGod bless the ones who really are


[Verse 3]
       E                                 A                 EI'm so tired of sittin' politely, I'm so tired of fakin' a smile
                                              BI'm so tired of delusional people livin' in denial
        A                    E                           A                      EI don't need the addicts and pushers even though they're runnin' the whole damn thing
             A      B     EAnd only the graves   are real


[Chorus]
           F#m                          AWhere are my true friends, where did they go?
           F#m                          A     BWhere are my true friends, where did they go?
E       F#m  A              EGoddamn,     all of my fake friends
    E                               BThe ones who cling to me like I'm a star
A               E                       A                F#mEveryone's your best friend when you're closing down the bars
    A             B               E    F#mBut God bless the ones who really are
A             B               E    F#mGod bless the ones who really are
A                  B                E    F#m  A  EThis is a song for those who really are