Soapbox

C

[Verse 1]

C
Well the crowd goes crazy when 
catastrophe strikes
 F
Nobody's feelings seem to come out 
right
G                                 
Talk is cheap and common sense 
             C
ain't commonly found
C
I try not to pay attention, keep on 
having my fun
F
Minding my own, I'll be a son of a 
gun
   G
If old so and so down the road don't
 like it a bit
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I keep side steppin', they keep 
throwin' me shit

[Chorus]

       C
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk
 politics
           F
I'm just a casual singer holding my 
stones and my sticks
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If I got a problem my job is pour 
              C   G
my heart in a song
          C
Well, hot dog, your opinion is 
louder than mine
          F
You might wear out my nerves, but 
you ain't changing my mind
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     G                             
by, good God, let's hop off the 
                C   G
soap box and get along

[Verse 2]

           C
Well there ain't no kitchen fittin' 
all of these cooks
   F
If you're cravin' bacon you might 
get dirty looks
G                                 
So what? Damn, suck it up and wash
      C   G
 it down
    C
I believe having passion is worth 
more than gold
     F
That tellin' the truth don't ever 
get old
G
Sometimes, Lord, all we can do is 
fight
   F                           
It might drive me crazy, but it 
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won't be tonight

[Chorus]

       C
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk
 politics
           F
I'm just a casual singer holding my 
stones and my sticks
G                                 
If I got a problem my job is pour 
                C   G
my heart in a song
          C
Well, hot dog, your opinion is 
louder than mine
          F
You might wear out my nerves, but 
you ain't changing my mind
    G                              
by, good God, let's hop off the 
                C    G
soap box and get along

[Interlude]

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Get along  (Whistling)
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[Chorus]

       C
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk
 politics
           F
I'm just a casual singer holding my 
stones and my sticks
G                                 
If I got a problem my job is pour 
                C   G
my heart in a song
          C
Well, hot dog, your opinion is 
louder than mine
          F
You might wear out my nerves, but 
you ain't changing my mind
    G                              
by, good God, let's hop off the 
                C
soap box and get along

       G                         
Well, good God, let's hop off the 
                    F   Fm  C  G  C
soap box and get along