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[Verse 1]
Gm D#
I've been selling my soul, working all day.
A# F F6 F
Overtime hours, for bullshit pay.
Gm D#
So I can sit out here, and waste my life away.
A# F F6 F
Drag back home, and drown my troubles away.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Gm D#
It's a damn shame, what the world's gotten to.
A# F F6 F
For people like me, and people like you.
Gm D#
Wish I could just wake up, and it not be true.
A# F F6 F
But it is, aw it is.
[Chorus 1]
Gm D# A# F F6 F
Livin' in the new world, with an old soul.
Gm D#
These rich men north of Richmond, Lord knows they all
A# F F6 F
just wanna have total control
Gm D#
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do.
A# F F6 F
And they don't think you know, but I know that you do.
Gm D#
'Cause your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to no end
A# F F6 F
'Cause of rich men, north of Richmond.
[Interlude]
Gm D# A# F F6 F
[Verse 2]
Gm D#
I wish politicians would look out for miners.
A# F
And not just minors on an island somewhere.
Gm D#
Lord, we got folks in the street, ain't got nothin' to eat.
A# F F6 F
And the obese, milkin' welfare.
Gm D#
But God, if you're five foot three and you're three hundred pounds.
A# F F6 F
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds.
Gm D#
Young men are puttin' themselves six feet in the ground.
A# F
'Cause all this damn country does, is keep on kickin' them down.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Gm D#
Lord, it's a damn shame, what the world's gotten to.
A# F F6 F
For people like me, and people like you.
Gm D#
Wish I could just wake up, and it not be true.
A# F F6 F
But it is, aw it is.
[Chorus 2]
Gm D# A# F F6 F
Livin' in the new world, with an old soul.
Gm D#
These rich men north of Richmond, Lord knows they all
A# F F6 F
just wanna have total control
Gm D#
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do.
A# F
And they don't think you know, but I know that you do.
Gm D#
'Cause your dollar ain't shit, and it's taxed to no end
A# F F6 F
'Cause of rich men, north of Richmond.
[Outro]
Gm D# A# F F6 F
Gm D# A# F
Gm D#
I've been selling my soul, working all day.
A# F F6 F Gm
Overtime hours, for bullshit pay. |