That Can’t Be Right

By Jesse Welles

Guitar

Ukulele

Intro

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Verse 1

We both got some hard-knocks we might have

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earned

Some folks go to sch

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ool

Others have to l

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earn that most of life is wishing

Tryin' to get back to a memory of a me

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mory

You never might've h

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ad

My heart's a locomo

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tive

Runs on blackened c

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oal

And cigarettes and c

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offee

I could never roll my own

I'm borrowing matches from the pa

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dre

Hearing church bells t

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oll

Wondering what the hell's the diffe

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rence

Between dying and getting old

Chorus

That can't be

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right

What year is it this year to

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night?

If I die, I'll die of fr

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ight

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That can't be

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right

Verse 2

That acid flashback really

Really cracked my

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ice

Do the right drug

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once

You'll get to do it tw

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ice

And now I'm crowin' about pl

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aces

And things I've never

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been

You know I'm never gonna whore it out

And take that gig ag

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ain

I believe the light is cracklin'

Round the edge of anesthe

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sia

Lying on a

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table

With the whole world reachin'

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in ya

Hope to Jesus Buddha

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Bob

That they washed their h

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ands

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There's no class action pa

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ckage

To break all my shitty bands

Chorus *

That can't be

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right

What year is it this year to

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night?

If I die, I'll die of fr

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ight

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That can't be

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right

Interlude

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Verse 3

When I was y

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ounger

It confu

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sed me

Now I think I g

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et it

My old man, he don't like pi

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ctures

'Specially if he's i

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n 'em

Time is not a m

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irror

It's some distorted

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view

Of the way you thought you w

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as

And what you thought they thought of you

And all the trash that I tossed o

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ut

It weren't by no means g

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ood

But just 'cause someone tells y

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a

Don't really mean you should

My friends would try to cheer me

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on

The best they knew to

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do

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But there's no rescuing a d

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iver

With two cinder blocks for shoes

Chorus *

That can't be

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right

What year is it this year to

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night?

If I die, I'll die of fr

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ight

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That can't be

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right

Verse 4

I'm still agog with mortal d

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ogs

And skills I don't poss

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ess

I'm a practitioner of pr

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actice

I'm-a givin' it my best

I'm left and I'm still le

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aving

I got several miles to

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go

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I ain't ready to do someth

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in'

'Till there's something I'm ready for

There's a pillar in the des

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ert

And it's all alit with f

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lames

It's been burning there for

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eons

It's the end of all the days

We owe apologies and a

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ss-whoopin's

It seems to even

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out

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You can't never know you're h

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appy

If you've never lived without

Chorus *

That can't be

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right

What year is it this year to

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night?

If I die, I'll die of fr

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ight

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That can't be

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right

Outtro

That can't be

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right

What year is it this year to

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night?

Four white horses toward the l

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ight

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That can't be

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right

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