Eagles - Get Over İtadd

BI 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 themselvesEVictim of this victim of thatF#Your momma s too thin; your daddy s too fatBGet over it DGet over it EAll this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fitBGet over it get over itB D E D pauseBYou 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 tonightEYou don t want to work; you want to live like a kingF#But the big bad world doesn t owe you a thingBGet over it DGet over it EIf you don t want to play then you might as well splitBGet over it get over itB D E B.. B D E B .. B BA B (drums)
It s like going to a confession every time I hear you speakAYou re makin the most of your losin streakF# F#Some call it sick but I call it weak (get over it page 2 )BYou 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 downDBitch about the present and blame it on the past.EI d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yehBGet over it DGet over it EAll this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fitBGet over it get over itBGet over it DGet over it EIts gotta stop sometimes so why don t you quitBGet over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1/2 later)B D E B.. B D E B (pause guitar) ...(all play F# E D B) ...
Drum roll .... get over it (stop)