Dm Well, mama sent me down to the MAPCO C BC Powders and a bag of tobacco Am Said her boss was an asshole Dm She been on the line just breakin her back though Dm I need a rope with a lasso C To catch a pot of gold and get past the hassle Am To get my mama a castle Dm A Pink Cadillac with the matching tassels Dm Take my daddy off of that backhoe C Send him down to Florida to fish on a bass boat Am And a truck to match, so Dm He can roll around town pullin' his bass boat Dm Lord, I'm a dreamer, I can't pay her C She'll be on the line 'til daddy can come save her Am Could've been rich, a star, a ballplayer Dm But I got no cares, Opie Taylor [Chorus] Dm Opie Taylor C But I got no cares, Opie Taylor Am Opie Taylor Dm But I got no cares, Opie Taylor [Verse 2] Dm Well, a quarter pound of pot in a shoe box C Got five grand stuffed in a tube sock Am Ain't got no fucking credit to use, I Dm Paid cash for my car at the used lot Dm Small town, trapped in a sinkhole C Still keepin' it cool in the pistol Am Me and dope's like green to a pickle Dm Yeah folk, like a haystack to a sickle Dm Never brought back home a report card C Spent more time in court, dog Am But in this little town, it's a short fall Dm Still servin' out, jump off the porch, dawg Dm I just blow the smoke in the air C Raised by pirates, curse like a sailor Am Could probably get a job if I cut my hair Dm But I got no cares, Opie Taylor [Chorus] Dm Opie Taylor C But I got no cares, Opie Taylor Am Opie Taylor Dm But I got no cares, Opie Taylor [Outro] - Repeat Dm Ba, da-dum, da, da, da-dum C Ba, da-dum, da, da, da-dum Am Ba, da-dum, da, da, da-dum Dm (Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor