C
F
They say ambition is an enemy of weakness.
C
G
And greatness is an enemy of fame.
C
F
When I pick up my guitar and I try to write a song
C
G
C
I think of what my mentor used to say.
F
G
C
Who fucking gives a rat’s ass Steve, just write a love song.
F
G
C
Cause they’ll keep your belly full and your wallet lined.
F
G
C
Em
Am
Don’t bother these nice people with your sad sack songs.
F
G
C
If you ask me I think they’re just a waste of time.
C
F
Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow
C
G
and sorrow is the best friend of my drink.
C
F
Well I want to look myself in the eye tomorrow
C
G
C
but I’m too worried of what other folk’s will think.
F
G
C
Who fucking gives a rat’s ass Steve, just write a love song.
F
G
C
See a counselor if you need to ease your troubled mind.
F
G
C
Em
Am
And can you please sit over there I don’t want you crying in my beer.
F
G
C
Do you want some cheese with that whine?
C
F
C
G
C
F
C
G
C
F
G
C
There’s a song that I keep trying to sing to no-one
F
G
C
but I’m afraid that it’s too short or it’s too long.
F
G
C
Am
Em
And to add to all the things that I’m afraid of,
F
G
C
the devil stopped sending me his songs.
C
F
And the troubles in my heart need to get let out.
C
G
And the troubles in my heart need to escape.
C
F
And I never liked writing poetry and I never liked doing pottery.
C
G
C
And God knows that I never learned to paint.
F
G
C
So every now and then, I’ll sing a sad song
F
G
C
‘Cause it keeps my spirit light and my conscience clean.
F
G
C
Em
Am
And if you don’t care to hear I don’t mind if you go out for some air.
F
G
C
‘Cause I’m happy that you’re happier than me.
F
G
C
I’m happy that you’re happier than me.
F
G
C
Em
Am
G
F
C
I’m happy that you’re happier than me.
C
G
Am
Em
F
