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Life Imitating Life (Augustana) · Life Is Ugly: Life Is... Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Life on Life's Terms [Bonus Track] (Bedlight for Blue Eyes) · Life on Life's Terms (Bedlight for Blue Eyes) · Life on Life (Json) · Love Is Life [Love is Life Foundation] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · My Life Remixed: A Remix Tribute to My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult (My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult) · Life Imitating Life (Augustana) · Life in Life (B & M) · Life on Life's Terms (Bedlight for Blue Eyes) – and 90 other albums »


[Intro:] G see D G
(G) Well there's no more smokey bars in Cali-(D)-fornia,
There ain't no wild life left in Tenne-(G)-ssee,
But I keep on livin'
By the time you reached twenty one
See g see f
They said there's nothing like the first love you get boy
G f
They were wrong, oh so wrong,
G f g
They
great life can always [G] end

CHORUS

harmonica theme again: [C-G-D min-G]

I'm [C] smilin' from a car, I'm [G] goin' for a drive

[D min]Feel
to get a [C]start in life's [G]game.
Then suddenly it [C]happened, I lost every [G]dime.
But I'm richer by [D]far, with a [C]satisfied [G]mind.

'Cause
good cowboys gone (G) home

(G) He came on a train to west Texas
>From a farm back in (G7) east (C) Tennessee
All he wanted outa life was to (G
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins

[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins

[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
be [D] true
If you can`t treat me right then get [G] out of my [D] life
Go and leave me [A] alone with the [D] blues

[D] Oh you stayed by my side
rights but you're at someone's beck and call
G em* see g
You think you've got life on a plate but it's harder to eat than to play
(chorus)
See d g see am g
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
(G) - (D)

(G) I'll sing you a true song of (D) Billy the (G) Kid
I'll (D) sing the record of (G) deeds that he
I may be crazy, but I ain't no fool 
I live my life by the golden rule 
That money can't buy everything it's true 
Yeah, but what it won't buy, I
[C]ahhhhh
[F]Hooo-oh - [C]Hoo Hoo [G]hoo

Couldn't [F]pay my respects to a [C]dead man
Your [Am]life was much more to [G]me
And I [F]chased away with
(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins

[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
1. She's the one I've been needin' all my life
	2. She's the one I've been needin' all my life
	3. She's the one I've been needin' all my life

	G
(G) life
When he's always grumbled at and never happy
Living with a scolding, aggravating (D) wife
If he's (G) sick and tired of life and takes
Motherfuckin' real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
suffer for shit that they ain't did
By no fault of they own, goin' through struggles and strife
Havin' to deal with a fucked up life

I know they
)night (F9)re(G)member

CHORUS
(C)there will never be another (E7)you another me 

another (Am)life for us to live to give each (F)other

all we give(G
went

Push em back, Push em back, way back, way back
B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E

And the death of a cheerleader
Takes me by surprise
How the death
[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
My niggas
We tha last ones left
But life goes on

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga
There's a Heaven for a 'G'
Be