F#m E For thirty odd years I was a newspaper man A I made my living with a pen and a pad F#m D A F#m E God I miss the smell of paper and the ink on my hands F#m E Been back from the desert for a year or so A I left more in that sand than you'll ever know F#m D A Another war was waiting for me when I got back home C#m D In the name of the flag some gave their lives A I'm still living, yeah, Semper Fi F#m D Bm Well, that's my story, what else can I say D Hey, hey Chorus: A E I got a lot to give say can you see F#m D I'm still breathing and my heart still beats A E They took the car but they left the lease F#m D Does anybody want what's left of me? Boarded up the house, they left the keys Foreclosed on my city, rolled up these streets But I ain't checking out, I still got my dreams Does anybody want what's left of me? They called us "Dirty Harry," we're a punk rock band Why they sold old CBGB's I don't understand All that’s left now are the t-shirts and they come from Japan I sold my drums to make ends meet The band broke up, we had to eat It's the same old shit, it just happens more these days Chorus A E I'm a teacher, I'm a farmer, I'm a union man F#m D It's getting hard to make a living in this hard land A We ain't working in our factories, E D all those jobs went overseas. A E Does anybody want, does anybody want, F#m D Does anybody want what's left of me? Chorus Does anybody want to buy or rent, Take a chance or place a bet? I ain't checking out, I still got my dreams Does anybody want what's left of me? Does anybody want, does anybody want, Does anybody want what's left of me? Does anybody want, does anybody want, Does anybody want what's left of me? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#m D E F#m Bm |