More Middle Fingers

G
This one's for the IRS, in bed with 
the damn politicians
D                              
And this one's for the boss, the 
              Em
hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go
 fishin'
C                                 
And to the bulls and the bears on 
             G
Wall Street, takin' you and me to 
the cleaner's
D                                 
Man it's stuff like that that 
                Em            C
makes me wish I had more middle 
fingers


[Chorus]
G                        D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all 
up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a 
rip, like your mama ain't there
C                                 
I could use a few for the dude in 
              G
the suit who cut me off in his brand
 new Beamer
D                                 
Man, it's stuff like that that 
                Em          C
made me wish I had more middle 
fingers


[Verse 2]
G
Hey, gimme one for the haters of The
 Son, yeah, the one in the hippie 
sandals
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D                                 
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the 
           Em
lack of respect for Mr. Jack and 
Charlie Daniels
C                                 
If you don't like the troops and 
             G
the red, white, and blue collar cold
 beer drinkers
D                                 
Well, it's folks like that that 
                Em            C
make me wish I had more middle 
fingers


[Chorus]
G                        D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all 
up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a 
rip, like your mama ain't there
C                                 
I could use a few for the dude in 
              G
the suit who cut me off in his brand
 new Beamer
D                                 
Man, it's stuff like that that 
                Em          C
made me wish I had more middle 
fingers


[Bridge]
G                      D         
If you hate this song and you 
                Em
think it's wrong, for what it's 
worth
My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a
   C
 little Free Bird


[Chorus]
G                            D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all 
up high in the air
Em                                
Let 'em flip like you don't give a
             C
 shit, like your mama ain't there
G                            D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all 
up high in the air
Em                                
Let 'em flip like you don't give a
            C
 rip, like your mama ain't there
G                                 
I could use a few for the fat cats
         D
 blowin' the roof off the bullshit 
meter
Em                                
Man, it's stuff like that that 
          C
makes me wish I had more middle 
fingers
G                             
Yeah, it's stuff like that that 
              D
makes me wish I had more middle 
fingers
Em                     D
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