Beggars And Mules

C 3x2010 F 133211 G 320033 Am x02210 C G Am F I always did like music and I always did like wine C G Am F I always liked em best when they was mine C G Am F I’d heard enough of Nashville to give a happy man the blues C G Am F C G C So I took a job for nothing as a beggar and a mule F C And I hauled my cart and guitar F C And I stood outside the doors F C Singin’: “Listen to me, listen . . . Won’t you listen to me, sir? C G Well f**k that cause I’ve got too much pride C F F**k that cause I got clear C G And f**k them that got no heart at all F C Or the balls to trust their ears C G Am F I sat upon the sidewalks and I saddled up my sides C G Am F I chewed my cud and washed it down with pride C G Am F Catnip and barleycorn, and made ready for the show C G Am F C G C Where I lost myself in stories of the hard luck and morose F C And people pitched me pennies F C And they pounded on the glass F C Then they left to see the painted man And I left to pack my ass C G Well good goddamn another empty town C F Goddamn another shell C G Goddamn cause when I ride back home F C I’m a stranger there as well C G Am F I can’t say that they weren’t good to me, I can’t say that they weren’t kind C G Am F It’s more the way they weighted down my mind C G Am F It’s more the lack of dignity and the hustle and the hounds C G Am F C G C To have to take your hat off just to lay it on the ground F C It was never for the money F C Or the whistles and applause F C And I will not tip my hat Unless you sing me back a song C G So God bless the sound of music C F God bless the golden rule C G That’s why all my friends are beggars C F And all my friends are mules C G That’s why all my friends are beggars C F And all my friends are mules ************************************** -- Let Chord Ring **************************************