Atl by Butch Walker

Ok, this tab is so / so.  First the solo at the beginning...

E--------7-------------------------------------------|
B---7-10---10---7-----7--------7---------------------|
G-----------------9-7----7-7-9---9--7----------------|
D-------------------------------------11-9-----------|
A----------------------------------------------------|
E----------------------------------------------------|

As for the chords, here they are. figure out the beat via the song.  Not 100% 
right but pretty close overall

B =x24x3x
D =x57x7x
A =xx22xx or 577xxx
F = 244xxx   F# 2443xx
G = 355xxx

 B       D      A          D
Born from hippies back in ‘69
      B         D  F F#
I was bored by 1992
         B       D                 A              D
I walked into a recruitment office a year before that
       G             A             B
Said ‘son we’ve been waiting for you’
 B                 D        A            D
Discharged from a Gulf War the very same year
    B            D            F   F#
I came home with a car and a tomb
     B             D          A              D
Of cigarettes and mixtapes and bullets from a gun
         G                A           B
That my dead best friend never could use

    G        A               B
Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
          G          A          B
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
        G                A   B
‘Cause Atlanta, I’m falling like most people do
         G           A
And I need all your ground to survive


Wasted and down trodden along the hidden vein
I cried myself blind at the sight
Of the old shopping center where we used to ride
Now condos as sterile as I
So I bought me an old Airstream for 3,000 bucks
From a drug dealer I used to owe
And I thought to myself as I slept off a high
The irony is starting to show

Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
‘Cause Atlanta, I’m falling like some people do
And I need all your ground to survive


Drove out to Asheville, ‘cause that’s where you were
Where you married into money and pills
And I wanted so bad to be good with you now
But the fact is that you never will
Cause some become lovers because of sex
And some, you know, they just become friends
Heyyyy
In our case, we just became bad at it all
And never got good at it again

Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
‘Cause Atlanta, I’m suffocating like some people do
And I need all your air to survive

Ok that's it we good!

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