Soapbox

C

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

       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

           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

       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

           C     F     G  G7   C     G
Get along  (Whistling)

       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

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