Lyrics for "Son" By "Golden Smog"

H[d]ello mom, i'm f[g]ine
W[am]here the sun is d[g]ying
How's the w[d]eather 'ro[g]und my o[am]ld homet[g]own
You see no w[d]orry about my l[g]iving
S[am]ay that alls forg[g]iven
What's l[d]ost is bo[g]und to be fo[am]und [g]
-the rest is barred chords
[c] i hope you don't exp[d]ect to see [d]me[c#] [c]
Cause you know i'm very f[d]ar awa[d]y [c#] [c]
You know i really m[d]iss you [d] [c#]
But a m[g]ans got to make it on his o[a]wn someday
Soo[d]n she sends him g[g]reetings
'bout the s[am]chool civic m[g]eetings
Says she's d[d]oing we[g]ll-[am]in her ce[g]ll
Yeah, her b[d]rother won a r[g]ace now
And he's p[am]roud to show his fac[g]e now on the c[d]orner scen[g]e
And his p[am]aper doll drea[g]ms
[c]and me i guess i'm [d]living[d] [c#] [c]
Taking whats for the [d]living[d] [c#]
O[c]h mom, you d[d]o know [d]how
I re[c#]ally w[g]ish you could see whats [a]on my mind, yeah
Solo: [d], [g], [am], [g]
Yeah i g[d]uess its kinda l[g]onely
And i've b[am]een uptight for m[g]oney
But i'll m[d]ake it o[g]n my o[am]wn-staying h[g]igh
You seem up[d]set about the d[g]rugs and music
Y[am]es, i've finely f[g]ound my way-its [d]my way gonna get to fre[g]edom
You f[am]ailed with m[g]e
[c]someday you'll unders[d]tand all this [d] [c#] [c]
Just what it is i me[d]an to say[d] [c#] [c]
Just don't try to l[d]ove me[d] [c#]
[g]i don't want to see you h[a]urt this way
G[d]uess i'll be a g[g]oin'
Makes a g[am]uy afraid he's blo[g]win'-that's how mo[d]ney
Ki[g]lls,[am] somew[g]here
Solo: over [d], [g], [am], [g]
M[d]om, i cannot m[g]ail this
And l[am]et you know i've f[g]ailed
Its just not r[d]ight someho[g]w [am]
Oh n[g]o, i rather l[d]et you think i'm d[g]ead
Then h[am]ung on drugs inst[g]ead
I'm dying a[d]nyho[g]w-and its t[am]oo late no[g]w
[c]i guess there's a mo[d]ral so[d]mewh[c#]ere [c]
But i can't seem to th[d]ink just no[d]w [c#] [c]
If i had to do it o[d]ver [d] [c#] [g]
I guess i'd change the tr[a]ial somehow
Lor[d]d its really [g]hell
When you're l[am]iving in a s[g]pell
And n[d]othings li[g]ke it se[am]ems
In a co[g]caine dr[d]eam

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