Текст песни с аккордами
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[Intro]
G F G F C D G
G F
[Verse 1]
G F
I swear sometimes people talk
G F
just to hear their own voices.
G F
They say words without intentions.
C D G
To me it's all just a buncha noise.
[Chorus]
Bm
Well you can stand up on the stage
C
like the puppet that you are.
G D
Singing songs that other people wrote.
Bm
All the while I cut my hands
C
on strings I can't afford.
G D G F
But I'd rather bleed for art than radio.
[Verse 2]
G F
I swear sometimes people think
G F
they know our burdens and our troubles.
G F
Politicians acting like
C D G
they understand the poor folk and their struggles.
[Chorus]
Bm
Well you can stand up on the stage
C
like the puppet that you are.
G D
Singing songs that other people wrote.
Bm
All the while I cut my hands
C
on strings I can't afford.
G D G F
But I'd rather bleed for art than radio.
G D G
I'd rather bleed FOR ART THAN RADIO
[Interlude]
A B E A B
[Bridge]
C#m G#
I have been to the small towns
F# B
where dirt-roads never seem to end.
C#m G#
Much like the cliches you sing about
F# B
time and time again.
C#m G#
And she is not just a "pretty little thing"
F# B
I believe that lady has a name.
C#m G#
And it's true one time I drove a 1993 Chevrolet PICK UP TRUCK
A B B7
UNTIL IT BURST OUT INTO FLAMES!
[Outro]
E A B
So you can tell Nashville
E A B
You can tell the world.
E A B E A B
And you can tell the pretty country boys just what you've heard.
E A B
And you can crash my party
E A B
but you will not play my part.
E A B
You will die for radio
E A B
but I'm gonna bleed for art.
B7 E
Bleed for art.
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