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[Verse 1]
G Am
She's the reigning queen of "how ya been?"
C D
She's got the gossip talkin' blues
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She'll photocopy her friends' lives and pass one on to you
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And how do you think that I found out that Henry needs new shoes?
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But I'm convinced that she could find something better to do
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I don't know what I was thinking or what was on my mind
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I must've been preoccupied, or wiping my behind
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And she never ceases to blow me away with the secrets that she finds
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But I'm convinced that she could do something better with her time
[Chorus]
Em C
I don't give a damn
G D
I don't give a damn
Em C
I don't give a damn
D G
Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn
[Verse 2]
G Am
Well, he's the reigning king of the latest thing
C D
And he'll document your life
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To everybody and their mother and even the neighbour's wife
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And when the story gets back to you it's fiction with a knife
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And the subjects' names have not been changed to protect the subjects' life
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Well I don't know what he was thinking or what was on his mind
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Obviously not a lot or he'd have taken more time
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And now I'll have to kill him in some way that ain't sublime
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Yeah, one less gossip in the world, sure that'd suit me fine
[Chorus]
Em C
I don't give a damn
G D
I don't give a damn
Em C
I don't give a damn
D G
Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn
Em C
I don't give a damn
G D
I don't give a damn
Em C
I don't give a damn
D G
Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn
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Damn you, damn you, damn you all to hell
Am C G
Yeah dead men never tell
[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
G Am C D
Well you can't believe what they tell you when you're young
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And you can't believe what they tell you when you're old
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And you can't believe what they say about you when you're gone
G Am C
Not much of a conversation left to hold
G Am C
There's not much of a conversation left to hold
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There's not much of a conversation left to hold
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There's not much of a conversation left to hold
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But Sunday morning in the church they'll catch up on the news
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There's a murmur in the flock, but there's a reason they're called pews
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'Cause something smells kinda' fishy with the local holy plan
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And I can only thank the Lord that I don't give a damn
[Chorus]
Em C
I don't give a damn
G D
I don't give a damn
Em C
I don't give a damn
D G
Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn
Em C
I don't give a damn
G D
I don't give a damn
Em
I don't give a damn
C D G
Oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, I don't give a damn
[Otro]
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