This Year Chords

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INTRO

A    C#m   D     A
A    C#m   D     A
A    C#m   D     A
A    C#m   D     A


VERSE 1
                                                                                     
A         C#m                  D                   A
I broke free on a Saturday morning, I put the pedal too the floor
         A             C#m              D                 A
Headed north on Mills Avenue and listened to the engine roar

A    C#m   D     A
A    C#m   D     A

                  A                       C#m
My broken house behind me and good things ahead,
               D                         A
a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time

                 A                       C#m
Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking
       D                   A
aha! listen to the engine whine


CHORUS
               A                    C#m          D       A
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
               A                    C#m         D         A
I am going to make it though this year if it kills me

VERSE 2

I played video games in a drunken haze,
I was seventeen years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean
locking eyes holding hands
twin high maintenance machines

CHORUS

BRIDGE
F#m                              A
I drove home in the California dusk,
F#m                                   A
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
F#m                                   A
Pictured the look on my stepfather's face,
D                           E
ready for the bad things to come.

VERSE 3
I down shifted as I pulled into the driveway,
the motor screaming out stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly as you might imagine
in a cavalcade of anger and fear
There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year

CHORUS