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Backside Of Thirty

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[C]Making money at 30 with a [F]wife and a [G7]son   
Then a [C]short 5 years later it [D7]all comes un[G7]done   
She's [C]gone back to mama with the [F]boy by her [G7]side   
Now I'm [C]wine drunk and running with [G7]them on my [C]mind

I'm on the [F]backside of thirty and [C]back on my own
An [E7]empty apartment don't [F]feel like a [G7]home   
On the [F]backside of thirty the [C]short side of time
Back on the bottom with [G7]no will to [F]climb

[C]It's dawn Monday morning and I [F]just called in [G7]sick   
I skipped [C]work last Friday to [D7]drink this month's [G7]rent   
And [C]when my friends ask me I [F]tell 'em I'm [G7]fine   
But my [C]eyes tell the story that my [G7]lies can't [C]hide

I'm on the [F]backside of thirty and [C]back on my own
An [E7]empty apartment don't [F]feel like a [G7]home   
On the [F]backside of thirty the [C]short side of time
Back on the bottom with [G7]no will to [F]climb

[C]It's dawn Monday morning and I [F]just called in [G7]sick   
I skipped [C]work last Friday to [D7]drink this month's [G7]rent   
And [C]when my friends ask me I [F]tell 'em I'm [G7]fine   
But my [C]eyes tell the story that my [G7]lies can't [C]hide


Making money at 30 with a wife and a son
Then a short 5 years later it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
Now I'm wine drunk and running with them on my mind

I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
On the backside of thirty the short side of time
Back on the bottom with no will to climb

It's dawn Monday morning and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide

I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
On the backside of thirty the short side of time
Back on the bottom with no will to climb

It's dawn Monday morning and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide

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