Eagles - Get Over İtadd

AI 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 themselvesDVictim of this victim of thatEYour momma s too thin; your daddy s too fatAGet over it CGet over it DAll this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fitAGet over it get over itA C D D pauseAYou 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 tonightDYou don t want to work; you want to live like a kingEBut the big bad world doesn t owe you a thingAGet over it CGet over it DIf you don t want to play then you might as well splitAGet over it get over itA C D A.. A C D A .. A AG A (drums)
It s like going to a confession every time I hear you speakGYou re makin the most of your losin streakE ESome call it sick but I call it weak (get over it page 2 )AYou 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 downCBitch about the present and blame it on the past.DI d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yehAGet over it CGet over it DAll this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fitAGet over it get over itAGet over it CGet over it DIts gotta stop sometimes so why don t you quitAGet over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1/2 later)A C D A.. A C D A (pause guitar) ...(all play E D C A) ...
Drum roll .... get over it (stop)