Thieving Birds 
Too Young
Tabbed by Caleb Nixon


Intro. Em, C, G

Verse 1 Em                C         G
Got a brown paper bag and a bottle of pills
         Em                    C         G
If the smokes don't kill me the whiskey will
     Em                        C      G
It's getting where I can't tell which ways which
     Em                         C      G
Old habits die hard and it's a son of a b***h

Verse 2
A few women tried to kill me with lips like cocaine
Tried to move to different cities and change my name
Got fed up said I don't want no more
Tonight their all knockin' on my front door

Chorus
D              C                 G
  I'm too young to feel this damn old
D                  C                  G
  The days are hell and the nights are cold
D         Am  /    C               G
  Lessons learned and the truth be told
Am     / /     C                      Em C G 
  I'm too young to feel this damn old

Verse 3
Spent half of my life on the road or high
Said a lot of hellos and too many goodbyes
I could stick around here but I'd get the itch
Old habits die hard and it's a son of a b***h

Repeat Chorus 
Break Em C G
Repeat Verse 1
Repeat Chorus