| The Gettin’s Good © 2002, W. Scott Messer Gm D Cm D Gm Cm Gm D Gm I was out there lookin’ for a job to do; having been too long upon the dole D Cm D Gm Cm Gm D Gm You came to me and I trusted you; by then I think I would have sold my soul Cm Eb D Gm Cm Gm-D-Gm The things you said, the words you swore, they were not easy to ignore D Cm D Gm Cm Gm D Gm Now I’m not the man I was before - I’m getting’ out while the gettin’s good I was eager and naïve; a ready little patsy out of school You were waiting to deceive. Wasn’t I the happy, willing fool You’d think that I would understand Your smoke and your mirrors and your slight-of-hand If I knew then what you had planned - I’m getting’ out while the gettin’s good If you want to drag yourself to Hell Oh …The getting’s good So off you go, and faretheewell Oh …The getting’s good Your dark devices terrify, still your young men come, and I don’t know why Now you’re on your way, well, so am I - I’m getting’ out while the gettin’s good Cm Eb D Gm Cm Gm D Gm You throw the dice, you take your chance, you pay the piper when you dance Cm Eb D Gm Cm Gm-D-Gm I’ve served my time, I’ve paid my dues; now I’ve nothin’ left to loose Cm Gm D Gm I’ve been too long misunderstood; now I’m getting’ out while the gettin’s good | |