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

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