I Just Wanna Be Folky As Fuck

             Am                 G
I won't wear makeup on Thursdays
               F
It's not authentic enough
            Am                 G
I need to sound a bit broken
            F
I need to look kinda rough
              Am
Sometimes I'm shy and I'm anxious
               G
Sometimes I'm down on my knees
             F                    F
Sometimes I try to embrace some slightly more modern qualities
                  Am               G
But I won't wear makeup on Thursday, no
              F
'Cause I am folky as fuck

F                                      G
You know that there are many chords that I could change so slightly
    Am                                Em
But why would I succumb to something so unlike me?
F                           G          Am
I was always taught to just be dour and no fun
             G
Don't smile for anyone

C
I wanna make you wanna cry
G                                F
Don't want those tears inside your eyes, no
              Am          G
I wanna wake up in Sandy Bell's bar
C
I wanna sing about sad stuff like Laury
G                            F
Broom and Sheep and men who're called Willie
           Am      G
I just wanna be folky as fuck

Am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I-
G
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I-
F                Am         G      C
Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna be folky as fuck

              Am                    G
I'll wear my jumper on Thursday
                      F
And I'll drink Iron-Bru from a can
               Am      G
I'll sing about independence (Yes, yes, yes)
                F
About high flats, pieces and jam
              Am
You know sometimes it gets kinda boring
               G
When Findlay compares the club
He runs a substandard raffle
                       F
Full of really shite stuff
               Am         G
So I'll sing ballads on Thursday
              F
Cos I am folky as fuck

F                                      G
You know that there are many chords that I could change so slightly
    Am                                Em
But why would I succumb to something so unlike me?
F                           G          Am
I was always taught to just be dour and no fun
             G
Don't smile for anyone

C
I wanna make you wanna cry
G                                F
Don't want those tears inside your eyes, no
              Am          G
I wanna wake up in the Royal Oak
C
I wanna sing about sad stuff and Manual
G                            F
Labour, cows and men who're called Willie
           Am      G
I just wanna be folky as fuck

Am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I-
G
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I-
F                Am          G
Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna be folky as fuck
Am
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I-
G
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I-
F                Am          G                  C
Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna be folky as fuck

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