Patrick Droney strumming pattern and tabs for ukulele piano

Good Die Young

Capo None

G 320033
Bm x24432
A x02220
D xx0232
F#m 244222
F#7 242322
Em 022200

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[Intro]
G    Bm   A
............

[Verse 1]
   G                D              Bm                  G
If I could sing a song to make it true you still exist...
     G                D             A   
Well I would find a choir and a cathedral
F#m  G                 D
....Sing every hymn I know
    A     F#7 Bm
To find a miracle
    Em                 D               A      
To turn the time, and find a way to freeze it

[Chorus]
              G                         D
The good die young, it was a hell of a ride
                       Bm                     A
It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
       F#m      G                        D  
It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife
                      A  
It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
                      G     D   Bm  A  
Why do the good die young?.............
           F#m        G    D   A
Why do the good die young?........

[Verse 2]
     G               D               Bm                   G
Well I can’t sing a song to make it true you still exist....
      G                D                A
And trust me that's a certain kind of sorrow
F#m         G            D     A         F#7 Bm 
....Cause' everywhere I go, I see you and I don't
        Em          F#m            A 
Y?ah we had a yesterday, but no tomorrow

[Chorus]
              G                         D
The good die young, it was a hell of a ride
                       Bm                     A
It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
       F#m      G                        D  
It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife
                      A  
It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
                      G     D   Bm  A  
Why do the good die young?.............
           F#m        G    D   A
Why do the good die young?........

[Bridge]
Em  
..And if you're out past the satellites
G
..I'm looking up to the stars tonight
D
..Do what I can just to stay alive
A
..And it's so hard not to look behind, I
Em
..Wish I could find you a way back home and
G
..Hear your voice through the telephone, it's
A
..The little things that I miss the most, no I'll never know

[Chorus]
              G                         D
The good die young, it was a hell of a ride
                       Bm                     A
It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light
       F#m      G                        D  
It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife
                      A  
It was everything we had that we wanted so bad
                      G     D   Bm  A  
Why do the good die young?.............
           F#m        G    D   A
Why do the good die young?........
                      G 
Why do the good die young?

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