Date: Mon, October 13 1997
From: Peter Ferragine (iginition@yesic.com)
Group: NOFX
Album: White Trash, Two Heebs and a Bean
Released: 1992 epitaph records
Track: 7
Title: the bag

^ - bend
/ \ - slide
: - let ring


intro

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|-7--4--5--5---7--4--5--5--|
|-7--4--5--5---7--4--5--5--|
|-5--2--3--3---5--2--3--3--|
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verse

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|-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5------------7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-
|-7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-7--7-7-7-7-7-4-4-4-4-4-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-
|-5-5-5-5-5-2-2-2-2-2-3-3-3-3-3-7-7-7-7-7--5-5-5-5-5-2-2-2-2-2-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-
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 --5--4----------------------10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-
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 --3--2--7-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-5--8--8--8--8--8--8--8--8-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-
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chorus

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|-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-|
|-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-|
|-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3-----------------|

riff 1                      riff 2

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|--------7-------|          |-7-7-7-9^--7/10-|
|--7^------7^--5-|          |----------------|
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bridge

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|-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-
|-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-3--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-
|-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3------------1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3-

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 -5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5--5-7-5-4-5-4--------------------------------
 -5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5---5-5-5-5--5-7-5-4-5-4---7-7-7-7---5-5-5-5---3-3-3-3--
 -3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3--3-5-3-2-3-2---7-7-7-7---5-5-5-5---3-3-3-3--
 --------------------------------------------5-5-5-5---3-3-3-3---1-1-1-1--
 
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 -5-7-5-4-5-4-----------------------------------------------------------
 -5-7-5-4-5-4---7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-
 -3-5-3-2-3-2---7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-
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 -3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-|

outro

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|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5:---|
|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-3:---|
|-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------|

lyrics

endless evenings of non-exist, are getting shorter, monotonous
like an intruder i belong outside, although i find myself right back
the same place i was before, saying things i'd say once more
there's no reason for me to be here, no
i feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends
who are talking about me, saying things i could care less about
this dialogue is without, worth, content, significance
conversational ambivalence, hear the same things every night
it just ain't right, i'm not the one to hold the bag
give me something i can sink my teeth into
show me a time, tell me a story
that i haven't heard a million times before
i pass out from boredom
as i watch the people pass, i see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating
are we all living for the past, never realizing
we're clinging to an empty bag, lacking content, significance
canversational ambivalence, say the same thing every night 
it just ain't right, we'll see who's left holding the bag