Artist: The Lawrence Arms
Song: Seventeener (17th and 37th)

I've included the two versions: one without a capo (electric), and one with (acoustic).

 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 f***ing 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 theses***ty 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