| G | | That’s | life (that’s life), |
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| B7 | | that’s wha | t all the people say |
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| Em | A7 | | You’re ridin’ high in April, | shot down in May |
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| D | B7 | Em | | But I know I’m gonna | change that t | une |
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| A7 | D | | When I | ’m back on top, back on top in J | une |
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| G | | I said that’s l | ife (that’s life), |
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| B7 | | and | as funny as it may seem |
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| Em | A7 | | Some people get their kicks | stompin’ on a dream |
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| D | B7 | Em | | But | I don’t let it, let | it get me d | own |
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| A7 | D | G | C | G | | ’cause this f | ine old world, | it keeps spinnin’ | around | | |
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| | | G | | | | I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, |
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| | | C | | | I’ve been u | p and down and over and out |
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| | | A7 | | | | Each time I find myself flat on my face |
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| | | D | D | D | D | D | | | | I pick myself u | p and get b | ack i | n the r | ace |
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| G | | That’s | life (that’s life), |
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| B7 | | I tell you | I can’t deny it |
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| Em | | I thought of quitting, baby, |
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| A7 | | but my heart just ain’t gonna buy it |
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| D | B7 | Em | | And if I didn’t think it | was worth one single | try |
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| A7 | D | G | C | G | | I’d jump right on a big bird | and then I’d f | ly | | |
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| | | G | | | | I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, |
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| | | C | | | I’ve been u | p and down and over and out |
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| | | A7 | | | | Each time I find myself flat on my face |
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| | | D | D | Eb | | | | I pick myself u | p and get b | ack in the race |
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| Ab | | That’s life (that’s life), |
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| C7 | | that’s life and I | can’t deny it |
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| Fm | Bb7 | | Many times I thought of cuttin’ out | but my heart won’t buy it |
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| Ab | C7 | Fm | | But if there’s nothin’ | shakin’ come this here | July |
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| Bb7 | Eb | Ab | B7 | E | Em | | I’m gonna | roll myself up in a b | ig ball a-and | die | | | |
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