Intro
E - A

Verse 1
E
Dance the dance we call living and dying 
       A 
in the valley of the city in the belly of the lion
    B                           F#m
We work all week long, all week long
E 
You can lose your soul in the concrete riverbeds
A 
Rolling with the flow of the currents of the walking deads
B                                       F#m
Five o'clock comes and you're a rolling stone


Chorus
A
Days like these we got nothing to sing about
B
Days like these I don't know what I think about
F#m                            A
Day like these who would have known
F#m 
Days like these I got nothing to sing about
A
Days like these I don't know what I think about
E                              B        E
Days like these who would have known


Verse 2
E
Listen to the rhythm of the pawn shop shore
            A 
Its got you falling off your hinges like that old screen porch
          B                                E
It's the interstate slipping in your pores again
E
You can ride the vein from the corner store to Amsterdam
            A 
You can bleed the train from the courthouse to the Vatican
B                                       F#m
But Friday she's a ghost and gonna slip right through your hands, again