Monsters Of Folk - Whole Lotta Losin chords

Intro: C | D
           Well...
E                     | E
I got a lot, lord I've got a lot of losin'
A                     | A
Friends and heroes are packin up and movin
B                        | B     
One of these days I'll be left with nothin but
C#m            | C#m 
Memories and no time
F#m                    | F#m
So I better get, yeah I better get accustomed
B                       | B 
Cause I got a lot, lord I got a lotta losin
E            | A
By and by and by and by and
E  | B
By,  well

E                       | E
We never got paid but we had a lotta laughs though
A                               | A
Runnin like thieves through the streets of Chicago
B                 | B      
Look at me now, Im leanin out a Portland window, singin
C#m             |C#m 
"I still miss someone"
F#m                    | F#m  
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
B                        | B 
Cause, I got a lot lord, I got a lotta losin
E            | A
By and by and by and by and
E  | B
By,  well
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F#m                | F#m 
Pickin up speed, I'm pickin up the pieces
B             | B
Losin leaves in every season
F#m                  | F#m
The winter ends right at my feet with
B                            | B                    | B     | B
Flowers creepin up through the crack in the concrete,         well...

E                     | E
I got a lot, lord I got a lot of losin'
A                     | A
Friends and heroes are packin up and movin
B                        | B     
One of these days I'll be left with nothin but
C#m            | C#m 
Memories and no time
F#m                    | F#m
So I better get, yeah I better get accustomed
B                       | B 
Cause I got a lot, lord I got a lotta losin
E            | A
By and by and by and by and
E  | B
By,  well

F#m                | F#m 
Pickin up speed, I'm pickin up the pieces
B             | B
Losin leaves in every season
F#m                  | F#m
The winter ends right at my feet with
B                            | B                    | B     | B
Flowers creepin up through the crack in the concrete,         well...

E                     | E
I got a lot, lord I got a lot of losin'
A                     | A
Friends and heroes are packin up and movin
B                        | B     
One of these days I'll be left with nothin but
C#m            | C#m 
Memories and no time
F#m                    | F#m
So I better get, yeah I better get accustomed
B                       | B 
Cause I got a lot, lord I got a lotta losin
E            | A
By and by and by and by and
E            | B
By and by and by and by and
E
By