G                G           Bm     D
Dropouts paid in alcohol,
G                    G           Bm     D
late night longshots at the bar;
G                       G                      Bm     D
waitin' and waitin' and waitin' on a phone call,
       G           G         Bm       D
My one   true love   is this cheap guitar.

G                       G            Bm     D
Everybody's flyin' in a harmony rocket,
G                         G           Bm     D
everybody's sleepin' on a hardwood floor;
        G                    G            Bm     D
you got two two-dollar bills in your pocket,
           G   G        Bm         D
you've got no idea when you'll get more.

[Chorus 1]
C            D        Em           Bm          C
  But that's alright,   it's goin' down, down, down.
       C            D*                   N.C.
We got nothin', but nothin's good enough for the dropouts.

[Interlude 1]
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D

[Verse 2]
G                 G                Bm     D
Buildings made of bricks and mortar,
G               G           Bm     D
mockingbirds up in the sky.
G            G                  Bm     D
Man, I hated going to high school,
      G          G          Bm     D
all I wanted was   to learn how to fly.

[Chorus 2]
C            D        Em              Bm
  But that's alright,   turns out you don't need wings
C                 D       Em    Bm
  when you've got whiskey   and guitar strings.
C       D        Em        Bm
  About midnight   we gon' get real loud,
C        C            D*                   N.C.
  we got nothin', but nothin's good enough for the dropouts.

[Interlude 2]
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D
G         Gmaj7         Bm         D

[Verse 3]
     G                  G                Bm     D
In a parallel universe, everybody's wasted,
     G                   G               Bm     D
in another life where we all live;
       G                         G                   Bm     D
in the straight world, everybody thinks we've lost it.
        G      G          Bm      D
Oh, but we all see what a joke it is.

[Chorus 3]
C   D         Em        Bm
  I know you, even if I don't know your name,
C     D          Em       Bm
  the real world   can be really lame.
C                         D        Em            Bm
  You gotta make your own sunshine   when you're underground,
C        C            D*                N.C.
  we got nothin', but nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
N.C.                 N.C.
nothin's good enough for the dropouts.

[Outro]
G     Gmaj7     Bm     D
                       We're the dropouts.
G     Gmaj7     Bm     D
                       We're the dropouts.
G     Gmaj7     Bm     D
                       We're the dropouts.
G     Gmaj7     Bm     D          G
                       Aw, yeah.