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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. |