[Intro]
G
D Em C (x2)
[Verse 1]
G D Em
i want freedom, not a boss that comes in a forty ounce bottle of anything or
C
taped scotch paper.
G D Em
i eat meat and drive trucks and shoot guns and don’t trust in the federal
C
government to solve our problems.
G D Em
you might think Im joking, but Im not a republican. call me when your
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president pulls out of Afghanistan,
G D Em
because that’s the day Ill get a cell phone number, and you can call and
C G
leave a message on voice mail that day.
[Instrumental]
G D Em C (x2)
[Verse 2]
G D Em
i fell asleep smoking so Id wake up on fire, because that might get me out
C
of bed for a while
G D Em
and back into battle with the things that I breathe, and the holes in my
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arms, and the way that i think.
G D Em
and if freedom is doing what i want, well that means I gotta know what that
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is, not just what it isn’t.
G D Em
so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill throw down some seeds, because the world
C G D
needs more spinach, not more motherfuckers like me.
Em
motherfuckers like me
play G D Em C until the end
