G C Am
I wish that you were dead so that I
C G
Could paint your face a different color
C Am
Who was it that ever said that my
C
Life really couldn't get any duller
D C
My family's dead and I can't see a way to carry on
Em Bm Am
I'm not that guy
Em Bm Am
I'm not that guy
G C
Life sucks
Am C Em B A C
And my life sucks in particular
G C
Life sucks
Am C Em B Eb D
And my life sucks in particular
Em Bm C G
When you have no one to show you what to do,
Em A
How do you find your way?
Em Bm C G
When your country doesn't have a place for you,
Em A
How do you have your say?
Em A
How do you make them pay?
Spoken: (chord strummed once and then muted and strummed on up and down beat until next chord until Db)
G Ab A
Those wealthy New England Congress f**ks would rather tax us and play polo all day than defend the frontier!
Bb B C Db
No one's doing anything about it! Everyone around here's all p**sed off but no one's taking a stand.
D (once)
So I guess then that it's...I guess then that it's up to me! 1-2-3-4!
Sung:
G C Am
There's nothing left in this whole town
C G
Pick up your life and move it around
C Am
And what is here for me in Tennessee?
C D
Pick up your rifle and make a stand
C
You always said I should be like that guy
And guess what I'm telling you
Em Bm Am
I'm not that guy
Em Bm Am
I'm not that guy
Who am i?
G C
I'm Andrew f**king Jackson.
Am C Em B A C
And my life sucks in particular.
G C
Life sucks.
Am C Em B Eb D
And my life sucks in particular.
Em
The rain will rain down.
Em
The blood will bleed out.
Em
The sweat will sweat...uh...forth.
C C G C
How can I be that guy?
How can I be that guy?