Tom: Am
C
[Verse 1]
C
Well the crowd goes crazy when catastrophe strikes
F
Nobody's feelings seem to come out right
G C
Talk is cheap and common sense ain't commonly found
C
I try not to pay attention, keep on having my fun
F
Minding my own, I'll be a son of a gun
G
If old so and so down the road don't like it a bit
F G
I keep side steppin', they keep throwin' me shit
[Chorus]
C
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk politics
F
I'm just a casual singer holding my stones and my sticks
G C G
If I got a problem my job is pour my heart in a song
C
Well, hot dog, your opinion is louder than mine
F
You might wear out my nerves, but you ain't changing my mind
G C G
by, good God, let's hop off the soap box and get along
[Verse 2]
C
Well there ain't no kitchen fittin' all of these cooks
F
If you're cravin' bacon you might get dirty looks
G C G
So what? Damn, suck it up and wash it down
C
I believe having passion is worth more than gold
F
That tellin' the truth don't ever get old
G
Sometimes, Lord, all we can do is fight
F G
It might drive me crazy, but it won't be tonight
[Chorus]
C
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk politics
F
I'm just a casual singer holding my stones and my sticks
G C G
If I got a problem my job is pour my heart in a song
C
Well, hot dog, your opinion is louder than mine
F
You might wear out my nerves, but you ain't changing my mind
G C G
by, good God, let's hop off the soap box and get along
[Interlude]
C F G G7 C G
Get along (Whistling)
[Chorus]
C
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk politics
F
I'm just a casual singer holding my stones and my sticks
G C G
If I got a problem my job is pour my heart in a song
C
Well, hot dog, your opinion is louder than mine
F
You might wear out my nerves, but you ain't changing my mind
G C
by, good God, let's hop off the soap box and get along
G F Fm C G C
Well, good God, let's hop off the soap box and get along
