Eagles - Get Over İtadd

DI turn on the tube and what do I seeA whole lotta people cryin Don t blame me
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin sorry for themselvesGVictim of this victim of thatAYour momma s too thin; your daddy s too fatDGet over it FGet over it GAll this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fitDGet over it get over itD F G D pauseDYou say you haven t been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if they gave you some cash
The more I think about it Old Billy was right
(harmony)
Let s kill all the lawyers-- kill em tonightGYou don t want to work; you want to live like a kingABut the big bad world doesn t owe you a thingDGet over it FGet over it GIf you don t want to play then you might as well splitDGet over it get over itD F G D.. D F G D .. D DC D (drums)
It s like going to a confession every time I hear you speakCYou re makin the most of your losin streakA ASome call it sick but I call it weak (get over it page 2 )DYou drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter bringin everybody downFBitch about the present and blame it on the past.GI d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yehDGet over it FGet over it GAll this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fitDGet over it get over itDGet over it FGet over it GIts gotta stop sometimes so why don t you quitDGet over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1/2 later)D F G D.. D F G D (pause guitar) ...(all play A G F D) ...
Drum roll .... get over it (stop)