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What It's Like by Everlast. Tutorial. Singing and acoustic guitar lesson. Standard tuning Please comment with any additional questions on how to play........................................
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We've all seen the man at the liquor store,
Beggin for your change.
The hair on his face is dirty,
Dreadlocked and fulla mange.

He asks the man for what he can spare,
With shame in his eyes.
Get a job you f@@kin slob,
Is all he replied.

God forbid you ever had to,
Walk a mile in his shoes.
Cause then you really might know,
What it's like to sing the blues,

And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.

Tina got pregnent by a kid named Tom,
Who said he was in love.
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll.
I'm the man you've been dreamin of.

But then three months later he said,
He won't date her or return her calls.
Ahd she sweared god dam if I find that man,
I'm cuttin off his balls.

And then she headed for the clinic,
And she got some static walkin through the door.
They call a killer and they call her sinner,
And they call her a whore.

But got forbid you ever had to,
Walk a mile in her shoes.
Cause then you really might know,
What it's like to have to choose.

And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.

I've seen a rich man beg,
I've seen a good man sin.
I've seen a tough man cry.

I've seen a loser win,
And a sad man grin,
I heard an honest man lie.

I've seen the good side of bad.
And the down side of up and everything between.
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup,
And smoked the finest green.

I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple a times,
Before I broke they heart.
You know where it ends,
Yo it usually depends on where you start.

I knew this kid named Max,
He used to get fat stacks, out on the corner with drugs.
He liked to hang out late,
He liked to get shit faced and keep pace with thugs.

But late one night,
There was a big gun fight and Max lost his head.
He pulled out his crome 45,
Talked some shit and wound up dead.

Now his wife and his kids,
Are caught up in the midst of all of this pain,
You know it crumbles that way,
At least that's what they say when you play the game.

But god forbid you ever have to wake up,
To heah the news.
Cause then you really might know,
What it's like to have the blues.

And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.
And then you really might know what it's like.
To have the blues.