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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.