All he could think a bout was,

“I’m too (Bsus)young for this.

Got my whole life a head.

Hell, I’m

(B)just a kid my

self.

How’m I gon na (E)raise one?”

All he could see were his dreams

go ing (B)up in smoke.

So much for ditch ing this town and hang ing out (B)on the coast.

Oh,

well,

those plans are long gone.

And he said,

“There goes

my life.

There goes

my fu ture,

my ev ’ry thing.

Might as well

(E)kiss it all good

bye.

There goes

(E)my life.”

A cou ple years of up all night and a few thou sand dia pers lat er,

that mis take he thought he made

cov ers up the re (B)frig er a tor.

Oh,

yeah,

he loves that lit (E)tle girl.

Ma ma’s wait ing to tuck her in

as she fum bles up those stairs.

She smiles back at him,

drag ging that ted (B)dy bear.

Sleep tight,

blue eyes and bounc ing curls.

And he smiles,

“There goes

my life.

There goes

my fu ture,

my ev ’ry thing.” “I love you, Dad dy, good night.”

There goes my life.

She had that Hon da load ed down

with A ber (A)crom bie clothes and (E)fif teen pairs of shoes

and his A mer i can Ex press.

He checked the oil, slammed the hood,

said, “You’re good to go.” She hugged (A)’em both

and head ed off to the (Bsus2)west

coast.

And he cried,

“There goes

my life.

There goes

my fu ture,

my ev (E)’ry thing.

I love you,

ba by, good

bye.”

There goes my

life.

There goes my

life.