Sad Songs Intermission

	  		


           C                     F 
They say ambition is an enemy of weakness. 
    C                        G 
And greatness is an enemy of fame. 
       C                       F 
When I pick up my guitar and I try to write a song 
  C                G              C 
I think of what my mentor used to say. 
            F                 G                        C 
Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song. 
              F               G                    C 
Cause they'll keep your belly full and your wallet lined. 
      F                 G                C   Em   Am  
Don't bother these nice people with your sad sack songs. 
           F                  G               C 
If you ask me I think they're just a waste of time. 
     C                               F 
Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow 
    C                               G 
and sorrow is the best friend of my drink. 
       C                              F 
Well I want to look myself in the eye tomorrow 
            C               G                 C 
but I'm too worried of what other folk's will think. 
            F                 G                   C 
Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song. 
      F                        G                  C 
See a counselor if you need to ease your troubled mind. 
            F               G                      C      Em    Am  
And can you please sit over there I don't want you crying in my beer. 
F                G                C 
Do you want some cheese with that whine? 

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          F                G                 C 
There's a song that I keep trying to sing to no-one 
         F                   G                 C 
but I'm afraid that it's too short or it's too long. 
       F              G                C     Am Em  
And to add to all the things that I'm afraid of, 
      F           G              C 
the devil stopped sending me his songs. 
        C                                F 
And the troubles in my heart need to get let out. 
        C                            G              
And the troubles in my heart need to escape. 
      C                                F 
And I never liked writing poetry and I never liked doing pottery. 
        C            G                C 
And God knows that I never learned to paint. 
         F            G            C 
So every now and then, I'll sing a sad song 
          F               G                       C       
'Cause it keeps my spirit light and my conscience clean. 
       F                 G                        C      Em       Am 
And if you don't care to hear I don't mind if you go out for some air. 
           F                 G            C 
'Cause I'm happy that you're happier than me. 
    F                 G            C 
I'm happy that you're happier than me. 
    F                 G            C Em Am G F C  
I'm happy that you're happier than me.