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