Verse 1: D A We blew our minds out, the night before D G On Mexican lettuce, and cold Lonestar D A Now we’re drivin’ to a gig too far G A D We can’t help the way that we are
Verse 2: D A Last night we sold out, we had it wired D G Tonight we couldn’t get arrested if we set ourselves on fire D A Still we’re picking on these guitars G A D Brother, we can’t help the way that we are Chorus: G Well now, can I sing to you the truth about the blues G D And the heartache that we all go through? G It ain’t the ex-wife or the whiskey, or the life of a gypsy G A Just the toll on the souls of me and you Post-Chorus: D A So now we’re up there, on the stage D G Just pickin’ for the wealthy and the minimum wage D A And we’d do it for nothin’ or drinks from the bar G A D Cause we can’t help the way that we are Solo: D A D G D A G A D Chorus: G Can I sing to you the truth about the blues G D And the heartache that we all go through? G It ain’t the ex-wife or the whiskey, or the life of a gypsy G A Just the toll on the souls of me and you Post-Chorus: D A So now we’re up there, on the stage D G Just pickin’ for the wealthy and the minimum wage D A And we’d do it for nothin’ or drinks from the bar G A D Cause we can’t help the way that we are Outro: G A D Well, we can’t help the way that we are G A G Brother, we can’t help the way that we are D
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