Sad Songs Intermission

           C                    
They say ambition is an enemy of 
 F
greatness.
    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              
I think of what my mentor used to 
C
say.
            F                 G   
Who fucking gives a rat's ass 
                     C
Steve, just write a love song.
              F               G   
Cause they'll keep your belly full
                 C
 and your wallet lined.
      F                 G         
Don't bother these nice people 
       C   Em   Am
with your sad sack songs.
           F                  G   
If you ask me I think they're just
            C
 a waste of time.
     C                             
Inspiration is the best friend of 
  F
my sorrow
    C                              
and sorrow is the best friend of my
 G
 drink.
       C                         
Well I want to look myself in the 
     F
eye tomorrow
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            C               G     
but I'm too worried of what other 
            C
folk's will think.
            F                 G   
Who fucking gives a rat's ass 
                C
Steve, just write a love song.
      F                        G  
See a counselor if you need to 
                C
ease your troubled mind.
            F               G     
And can you please sit over there 
                 C      Em    Am
I don't want you crying in my beer.
F                G                
Do you want some cheese with that 
C
whine?

[Solo]
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[Verse]
          F                G      
There's a song that I keep trying 
           C
to sing to no-one
         F                   G    
but I'm afraid that it's too short
             C
 or it's too long.
       F              G           
And to add to all the things that 
     C     Am Em
I'm afraid of,
      F           G              
the devil stopped sending me his 
C
songs.
        C                          
And the troubles in my heart need 
      F
to get let out.
        C                          
And the troubles in my heart need 
  G
to escape.
      C                            
And I never liked writing poetry 
    F
and I never liked doing pottery.
        C            G            
And God knows that I never learned
    C
 to paint.
         F            G            
So every now and then, I'll sing a 
C
sad song
          F               G       
'Cause it keeps my spirit light 
                C
and my conscience clean.
       F                 G    
And if you don't care to hear I 
                    C      Em     
don't mind if you go out for some 
  Am
air.
           F                 G    
'Cause I'm happy that you're 
        C
happier than me.
    F                 G            
I'm happy that you're happier than 
C
me.
    F                 G            
I'm happy that you're happier than 
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me.