G C Am I wish that you were dead so that I C G Could paint your face a different color C Am Who was it that ever said that my C Life really couldn't get any duller D C My family's dead and I can't see a way to carry on Em Bm Am I'm not that guy Em Bm Am I'm not that guy G C Life sucks Am C Em B A C And my life sucks in particular G C Life sucks Am C Em B Eb D And my life sucks in particular Em Bm C G When you have no one to show you what to do, Em A How do you find your way? Em Bm C G When your country doesn't have a place for you, Em A How do you have your say? Em A How do you make them pay? Spoken: (chord strummed once and then muted and strummed on up and down beat until next chord until Db) G Ab A Those wealthy New England Congress f**ks would rather tax us and play polo all day than defend the frontier! Bb B C Db No one's doing anything about it! Everyone around here's all p**sed off but no one's taking a stand. D (once) So I guess then that it's...I guess then that it's up to me! 1-2-3-4! Sung: G C Am There's nothing left in this whole town C G Pick up your life and move it around C Am And what is here for me in Tennessee? C D Pick up your rifle and make a stand C You always said I should be like that guy And guess what I'm telling you Em Bm Am I'm not that guy Em Bm Am I'm not that guy Who am i? G C I'm Andrew f**king Jackson. Am C Em B A C And my life sucks in particular. G C Life sucks. Am C Em B Eb D And my life sucks in particular. Em The rain will rain down. Em The blood will bleed out. Em The sweat will sweat...uh...forth. C C G C How can I be that guy? How can I be that guy?