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Version 1
He does this from G to Am in the verses
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He does this on the Am chord in the Chorus
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[Verse 1]
Am Em G Am
Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
Am Em G Am
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
Am Em G Am
Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know
Am* Em* G Am
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio
Am Em G Am
[Verse 2]
Am Em G Am
They tell me I can sell my soul for a dream and a couple shows
Am Em G Am
I don't think they understand how deep loyalty goes
Am* Em* G Am
For some boys I got in a barn we built out of pure Douglas fir
Am* Em* G Am
Badly written songs next to horses' shit is what an Okie boy prefers
Am
[Chorus]
C* G* Am
Go on and tell me what you wanna
C* G* Am
While me and mine, do what we're gonna
C* G* Am
You can keep your name and burn the cash
C* G* Am
Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask
Am Em G x2
[Verse 3]
Am Em G Am
I feel I've lived a thousand lives just to get right where I am
Am Em G Am
Some hurtful words and some Pabst on ice turn a child into a man
Am* Em* G* Am
We started this thing grinnin' boys, I think we've gotta run
Am* Em* G* Am
The radio man came to fuck it up as he boasts about number ones
Am
[Chorus]
C* G* Am
Go on and tell me what you wanna
C* G* Am
While me and mine, do what we're gonna
C* G* Am
You can keep your name and burn the cash
C* G* Am
Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask
Am Em G
[Verse 4]
Am* Em* G* Am
Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
Am* Em* G* Am
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
Am* Em* G* Am
Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know
Am* Em* G* Am*
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio