Fence Post

	  		
Intro: D x 2 

(spoken) 
 D 
Now this is a true story for the most part 
That occurred on the top floor of this bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee 
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody 
God knows I love country music with all my heart and soul and I love the Grand Ole Opry 
But I do have a problem with someone who can't even play a D chord on a guitar 
Telling someone with a dream that they won't get far 
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me out there running around 
Don't get discouraged if you have a dream, don't be afraid to chase it down, it's how it goes 

verse 1 
           D 
He said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to say 
I can see you have a passion for the songs you write and play 
But you lack what we all call commercial appeal 
And you just don't have what it takes to make it here in Nashville" 
Ouch... 

          D 
Well my heart felt like a train wreck, but I wore a smile on my face 
I said, "Thank you for your time, sir" put my guitar back in its case 
Our little conversation was like a revelation, redirecting my dreams 
Cause God knows I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap, or wear those tight skinny jeans 

 
                    G                                  A  
And you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string 
       Bm                                  G 
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing 
                                A                                  Bm 
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family 
               G                             A                        D 
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee 



verse 2 (spoken) 
        D 
So I loaded up my old pickup truck and I drove back home to Amarillo 
Got a gig off old route 66 at this ballroom called "The Armadillo" 
And for the first thousand shows or so not a soul showed up 
I thought about quitting every other day, but I just kept on kicking that cup 

Yeah, I kept kicking that can surrounded by blood, sweat, and beers 
And wouldn't you know I became an overnight sensation in just over ten years 
And now I'm packing out all the dance halls and the rodeos every night 
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat, I'd say I'm doing alright 


                    G                                  A  
And you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string 
      Bm                                  G 
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing 
                                A                                 Bm 
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family 
               G                             A                       D 
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee 

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking, boys 



Solo 

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verse 3 (spoken) 
         D 
Well, wouldn't you know that old record man showed up one night at this honky tonking bar 
After my show he said, "Son, I believe you might be the next big country star" 
He said, "We like how you keep it raw, we like how you keeping it real 
And I think you may just have what we all like to call commercial appeal" 
Huh, ain't that something 

 
                             G                                  A  
Well, sir... you know I'd rather sing my own songs than be a puppet on a string 
      Bm                                  G 
I'll wear what I want to wear, I'm gonna sing what I wanna sing 
                                A                                 Bm 
Heaven knows all I need is my faith, my fans, my friends and my family 
               G                             A                       Bm 
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas than the king of Tennessee 
                      G                                            A 
God bless Tennessee, But I'd rather be just an old fence post in Texas 

Than sell my soul to rock 'n' roll or rap or wear those tight fitting skinny jeans 



Outro: D (x7)