I *think* this is mostly right. I'm pretty new to tabbing out songs and this is the one I've done yet (and the first punk song ;-)). I'm not sure about the F* but the one I is the closest I can get. I'm also not sure about the last chord for each verse... it not be C. Anyway, enjoy! --------- Chords (low to high): C: X32010 D7: XX0212 F: 133211 F*: XX0565 G: 320022 --------- C G D7 F* C F I sat along the rocks and watched the cold Maine water rush away. C G The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday. Am F You broke those promises but I’ll get over it. Am G ‘Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I don’t really give a shit C F C But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realise sometimes things are great. C F I didn’t have directions and I hadn’t eaten anything all day. C G We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play. Am F Ate a bag of peanuts, before the windy road. Am G And I couldn’t drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat. C F C Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great. C G D7 F* F G You don’t own me! You don't own me! C F I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream. C G It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed. Am F I said “pull this shit over and let me out Am G I swear to fucking God I’m fucking giving up right now” C F C And now I’ve got a brand new start, I realise sometimes things are great. C Scream it in apartment halls - G Scream it loud in shopping malls - D7 F* Take a ball point pen and paint the inside’s of your eyelids with the constant reminder: F G You don’t own me. You don’t own me. C F Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement. C G Depression set in ‘cause I was a product of my environment. Am F And then the other day, I just got in my car. Am G Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel, drive him to the bar. C F He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn’t on his phone C G and for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with a hero. C F So I’ll be mad for the next ten years... C G And after that we’ll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers C F C prepare for the next twenty-three years. C F F* F x4 C F ‘Cause if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock. C G And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music. C F And if never got my heart broken, I would sing “blah blah fucking nothing.” C G And if you didn’t fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars. C F And if I never lived in that van then I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex Middagh. C G And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job. C F F* And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.