Key: G
Introduction:
G F G F C D G
G F
G F
i swear sometimes people talk
G F
just to hear their own voices.
G F
they say words without intentions.
C D G
to me it's all just a buncha noise.
Bm
Well you can stand up on the stage
C
Like the puppet that you are.
G D
Singing songs that other people wrote.
Bm
All the while i cut my hands
C
On strings i can't afford.
G D G F
But i'd rather bleed for art than radio.
G F
i swear sometimes people think
G F
they know our burdens and our troubles.
G F
politicians acting like
C D G
They understand the poor folk and their struggles.
Bm
Well you can stand up on the stage
C
Like the puppet that you are.
G D
Singing songs that other people wrote.
Bm
All the while i cut my hands
C
On strings i can't afford.
G D G F
But i'd rather bleed for art than radio.
G D G
I'd rather bleed for art and radio
interlude
A B E A B
C#m G#
i have been to the small towns
F# B
where dirt-roads never seem to end.
C#m G#
much like the cliches you sing about
F# B
time and time again.
C#m G#
and she is not just a "pretty little thing"
F# B
i believe that lady has a name.
C#m G#
and it's true one time i drove a 1993 chevrolet pick up truck
A B B7
until it burst out into flames!
outro
E A B
So you can tell nashville
E A B
You can tell the world.
E A B E A B
And you can tell the pretty country boys just what you've heard.
E A B
And you can crash my party
E A B
But you will not play my part.
E A B
You will die for radio
E A B
But i'm gonna bleed for art.
B7 E
Bleed for art.