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Sad Songs Intermission

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

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

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


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

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