G 
D Em C (x2)


[Verse 1]

            G                    D                     Em
i want freedom, not a boss that comes in a forty ounce bottle of anything or
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taped scotch paper.
      G                               D                           Em
i eat meat and drive trucks and shoot guns and don’t trust in the federal
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government to solve our problems.
    G                             D                       Em
you might think I'm joking, but Im not a republican. call me when your
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president pulls out of Afghanistan,
    G                          D                        Em
because that’s the day Ill get a cell phone number, and you can call and
        C                          G
leave a message on voice mail that day.

[Instrumental] 

G D Em C (x2)

[Verse 2]
  G                         D                        Em
i fell asleep smoking so Id wake up on fire, because that might get me out
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of bed for a while
    G                         D                              Em
and back into battle with the things that I breathe, and the holes in my
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arms, and the way that i think.
       G                     D                         Em
and if freedom is doing what i want, well that means I gotta know what that
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is, not just what it isn’t.
       G                       D                                  Em
so Ill dig up the dirt and Ill throw down some seeds, because the world
                        C                       G         D
needs more spinach, not more motherfuckers like me.
                   Em
motherfuckers like me