Take What You Want And Leave The Rest

D Bm A Bm D D Bm When I was young if you said boy sit down and tell me A G When you get old where your life might lead D Bm An astronaut, on the first flight out to Venus A G But some things just don't work out like good dreams D Bm Instead I wake up and go to work each mornin' A G I count the hours til' I can play these strings D Bm Many people aim to give me their suggestions A G When I know their life ain't quite like it seems Bm A These paint covered, overworked, and bloody knuckled G D Calloused hands earn me exactly what I need Bm A Spend all my dollars to record me scream and holler G D All the stories I write that make me feel like me Bm A G D Ohhhhh, Woah, Ohhhh Bm A I sing the truth though I may not do it best G D Take what you want and leave the rest Harmonica Solo Bm A G D Bm A G D D Bm I write these songs with an inch left of my pencil A G In some ol' book I got when I turned 21 D Bm I oversleep and I show up looking tired A G Last night this guitar and I had some fun D Bm Not everyone's gonna like the words I'm singin A G But I'll just keep on playin' all night long D Bm Its not about, makin' money chasin' stages A G But the love I have for writing these here songs Bm A These paint covered, overworked, and bloody knuckled G D Calloused hands earn me exactly what I need Bm A Spend all my dollars to record me scream and holler G D All the stories I write that make me feel like me Bm A G D Ohhhhh, Woah, Ohhhh Bm A I sing the truth though I may not do it best G D Take what you want and leave the rest Bm A These paint covered, overworked, and bloody knuckled G D Calloused hands earn me exactly what I need Bm A Spend all my dollars to record me scream and holler G D All the stories I write that make me feel like me Bm A G D Ohhhhh, Woah, Ohhhh Bm A I sing the truth though I may not do it best G D Take what you want and leave the rest Bm A D