Song: Seventeener (17th and 37th) I've included the two versions: one without a capo (electric), and one with (acoustic). Tabbed by ear by Blinkaholic Chords: E = -799-- ; B = -244-- ; C# = -466-- ; A = -022-- ; Eb = -698-- E B C# I never wanted to die old, A But it's too late now, E My heart has grown so cold. B And the corpse I leave behind C# Ain't gonna be, A No pretty boy E It's a sick sack of disease. Eb We thought about C# Ways we'd love to go. B A High and beautiful, E And fucking in the snow. Eb C# On New Years Day or Christmas Eve, B A On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves. B E It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave. E Eb C# My heart got kicked out of all its homes, E Eb C# A And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old B C# And there ain't nowhere left to go, A B E 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone. B C# And yesterday I woke up to find, A E The black in my beard had turn to white. B C# And the pretty girls that used to smile at me, A C# Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet. A E So tonight I'll sit up here B C# With these street lights and these seventeen beers. A E Straight from the page of a teenage diary, B A Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen. B (I mean) E Eb C# That my heart got kicked out of all its homes, E Eb C# A And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old B C# And there ain't nowhere left to go, A B E 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone. A B C# And there ain't nowhere left to go, A B E 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone. Artist: The Lawrence Arms Song: Seventeener (17th and 37th) Capo: 4th fret Chords: C = -32010 ; G = 320003 ; Am = -02210 ; F = 133211 ; G/B = -20010 C G Am I never wanted to die old, F But it's too late now, C My heart has grown so cold. G And the corpse I leave behind Am Ain't gonna be, F No pretty boy C It's a sick sack of disease. G/B We thought about Am Ways we'd love to go. G F High and beautiful, C And fucking in the snow. G/B Am On New Years Day or Christmas Eve, G F On a warm November night buried beneath the orange leaves. G C It's a few dreams on the ways that we could leave. C G/B Am My heart got kicked out of all its homes, C G/B Am F And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old G Am And there ain't nowhere left to go, F G C 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone. G Am And yesterday I woke up to find, F C The black in my beard had turn to white. G Am And the pretty girls that used to smile at me, F Am Just stared off straight ahead or looked down at their feet. F C So tonight I'll sit up here G Am With these street lights and these seventeen beers. F C Straight from the page of a teenage diary, G F Underneath these shitty stars like I was seventeen. G (I mean) C G/B Am That my heart got kicked out of all its homes, C G/B Am F And dying young just didn't work and so I guess I'm dying old G Am And there ain't nowhere left to go, F G C 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone. F G Am And there ain't nowhere left to go, F G C 'Cause all my loves would rather be alone. END