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? Solo: C F C G C F C G C 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.