HARDY (US, country) – Quit (Guitar)

C
Somebody wrote "Quit" on a napkin, I took it out of my tip jar, laughin'

D
Like, "Damn, what a asshole, man", I'm just a flat broke boy with a guitar askin'

    F
For anybody to pay attention, it's not like anybody paid admission

           C
I was just wishin' somebody would listen

C
Give me a shot, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Canadian Mist then

C
Florida Georgia put me on the map, Morgan put me on the track

D
Fucked around and penned a couple hits, chucked 'em out to see if they'd react

       F
Talked about the way of life I live, all the things the country life will give

      C
It's like I never left my neighborhood, but I burned out of it, and I turned out good, if you ask me

C
But shit, I ain't the G.O.A.T., I'm thе black sheep

C                             D
Hell-bent to find closure, I can't lеt go

D
A note somebody wrote like ten years ago, put a chip on my shoulder

F
And if you wanted me to quit, you should've saved it, bro

F
If you don't wanna start shit, don't say it

C
And when it comes to the king, that's the radio

C
If you don't like my shit, don't play it, I don't give a fuck

C
I'ma still book arenas and fill 'em up

                        Dm
I'ma still keep singin' songs about drinkin' a fifth of Jack D, throwin' up, then wakin' up alone in my truck

F
I heard the voice of God that night

F
He said, "Keep goin', boy, it's all alright

           C
I'ma bless your soul, so one day down the road

C
You'll be looking in the mirror like, 'I won that fight'"

C
So before you choose hate, get to know a guy

C
He might end up a poet that was born to fly

C
He might end up a man of the people, damn, what a scene, a redneck glorified

C
With a stack of awards on a napkin, a bored little bastard wrote to try to warn a guy

C
Maybe I'm just petty 'cause they're just metal

C
Wait, then again, so am I

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             (Fuck you)