Folk Singer chords by C.R. Avery

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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You walk around town with a smirk
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You act like you're adored by millions,
but like everybody else
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you're still doing 9 -to -5 work.
Yeah, you ever thrown
caution to the wind?
Nah, not just yet.
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As soon as you start singing,
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I wanna sneak outside for a cigarette.
It's not loud but deaf for you
You just got nothing to say
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And  you sound like everybody else
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On the open mic
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At the local cabinets
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Focusing on
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You make me think TV is so bad
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Vocal singer, you make me wish
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that your mom never fucked your dad
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Fucked your dad, ooh
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Vocal singer, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
You hang out with the kings
and queens of mediocrity
And tell each other you're so great
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But the audience is just
a bunch of your friends
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And some skinny girl you
just started to date
So sing me another slow one
And sing it from your heart
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Get one of your friends
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to do a little backup
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And you both can pretend
you're livin' for your heart
You've got the nerve to make
fun of Stevie Wonder
And say he sure fell off in 83
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He was mortality at 12 years old
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Than you'll ever be
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Folks, sing on
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Folksinger, you make me think
Christian music ain't so bad.
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Folksinger, you make me wish
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that your mom never fucked your dad.
Ooh, fuck your dad, ooh.
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Folksinger.
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Ha, ha, ha.
I ain't talking about no street performer
I don't want to pull a busker's
license we both.
Don't bother me.
That's not how I was pre -vote.
It's the Bohemian Barstow
that lives in their own little bubble.
Why don't we just go on
Wheel of Fortune?
Save us all the trouble,
whining that you're not rich and famous,
and adorning an all -exclusive
backstage pass.
Instead of blaming the music industry,
I got a crazy idea.
Write a song that doesn't suck ass.
Or maybe you should get
a big -time producer,
and he can make you
Sound indie rock,
thought -provoking, and deep
You can basically go fuck yourself
Cause your wishy -washy beauty
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is only skin deep
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Folk singer
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You make me think
ACDC tribute bands aren't so bad
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Folk singer
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Yeah, you make me wish
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That your mom never fucked your dad
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Fuck music, folk singer,
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folk singer
Oh, I'm gonna kill me off with it
Oh, I'm gonna kill me off with it
Oh, I'm gonna kill me off with it
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Oh, fuck the gold, I'm a singer
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Oh, oh, oh