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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. 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 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. 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 and radiointerlude A B E A B 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.