{title:This is the life}
{subtitle:Amy Macdonald}

[am]Oh the wind whistles down
[F]the cold dark street tonight,
and the p[C]eople they were dancing [em]to the music vibe.
And the b[am]oys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
[F]while the shy tormented youth sit way over there.
And the s[C]ongs they get louder
each one better than bef[em]ore

{soc}
And you're singing the s[am]ongs
[ ]thinking this is the life,
and you wake up in the m[F]orning and you're head feels twice the size.
Where you gonna go? [C]Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep ton[em]ight?
{eoc}

So you're h[am]eading down the road in your taxi for four
and you're w[F]aiting outside Jimmy's front door,
but n[C]obody's in and nobody's home 'til f[em]our.
So you're s[am]itting there with nothing to do
talking ab[F]out Robert Riger and his motley crew
and wh[C]ere you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep ton[em]ight?