Em C D G Em C D G [Verse 1] G Am She's the reigning queen of "how ya been?" C D She's got the gossip talkin' blues G Am C D She'll photocopy her friends' lives and pass one on to you G Am C D And how do you think that I found out that Henry needs new shoes? Em C D G But I'm convinced that she could find something better to do G C G C G C D I don't know what I was thinking or what was on my mind G C G C G C D I must've been preoccupied, or wiping my behind G C G C G C D And she never ceases to blow me away with the secrets that she finds Em C D G But I'm convinced that she could do something better with her time [Chorus] Em C I don't give a damn G D I don't give a damn Em C I don't give a damn D G Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn [Verse 2] G Am Well, he's the reigning king of the latest thing C D And he'll document your life G Am C D To everybody and their mother and even the neighbour's wife G Am C D And when the story gets back to you it's fiction with a knife Em C D G And the subjects' names have not been changed to protect the subjects' life G C G C G C D Well I don't know what he was thinking or what was on his mind G C G C G C D Obviously not a lot or he'd have taken more time G C G C G C D And now I'll have to kill him in some way that ain't sublime Em C D G Yeah, one less gossip in the world, sure that'd suit me fine [Chorus] Em C I don't give a damn G D I don't give a damn Em C I don't give a damn D G Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn Em C I don't give a damn G D I don't give a damn Em C I don't give a damn D G Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn G C G C G C D Damn you, damn you, damn you all to hell Am C G Yeah dead men never tell [Solo] G Am C D G Am C D G Am C D Em C D G G C G C G C D G C G C G C D G C G C G C D Em C D G Em C D G [Verse 3] G Am C D Well you can't believe what they tell you when you're young G Am C D And you can't believe what they tell you when you're old G Am C D And you can't believe what they say about you when you're gone G Am C Not much of a conversation left to hold G Am C There's not much of a conversation left to hold G Am C There's not much of a conversation left to hold G Am C There's not much of a conversation left to hold G C G C G C D But Sunday morning in the church they'll catch up on the news G C G C G C D There's a murmur in the flock, but there's a reason they're called pews G C G C G C D 'Cause something smells kinda' fishy with the local holy plan Em C D G And I can only thank the Lord that I don't give a damn [Chorus] Em C I don't give a damn G D I don't give a damn Em C I don't give a damn D G Oh, Lord, I don't give a damn Em C I don't give a damn G D I don't give a damn Em I don't give a damn C D G Oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, I don't give a damn [Outro] Em C D G Em C D G