Eagles - Get Over İtadd

CI 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 themselvesFVictim of this victim of thatGYour momma s too thin; your daddy s too fatCGet over it D#Get over it FAll this whinin and cryin and pitchin a fitCGet over it get over itC D# F D pauseCYou 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 tonightFYou don t want to work; you want to live like a kingGBut the big bad world doesn t owe you a thingCGet over it D#Get over it FIf you don t want to play then you might as well splitCGet over it get over itC D# F C.. C D# F C .. C CA# C (drums)
It s like going to a confession every time I hear you speakA#You re makin the most of your losin streakG GSome call it sick but I call it weak (get over it page 2 )CYou 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 downD#Bitch about the present and blame it on the past.FI d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass .. yeh yeh yehCGet over it D#Get over it FAll this bitchin and moanin and pitchin a fitCGet over it get over itCGet over it D#Get over it FIts gotta stop sometimes so why don t you quitCGet over it get over it (pause) (come back guitar first all 1/2 later)C D# F C.. C D# F C (pause guitar) ...(all play G F D# C) ...
Drum roll .... get over it (stop)