Koe Wetzel – Broke Musician (Guitar)

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(PALM MUTE ENTIRE FIRST VERSE) [Verse 1]
D
I'm 22 years old

               G
Made the devil mad

              D
Cause I never wrote
My whole name on his dotted line
      A
For a fucked up music scene

   D
He said that he can really help

        G               D
Million fans and record sales

                                             A
All I'd have to do is come live with his family
(Strum normally) A [Chorus]
       F#m
Now my health is running downhill

      G
Empty barrooms just won't fill

        D
Another drunken girl is lying

        A
Telling me, my music's great

      F#m
Fifty dollars and a headache tab

         G
All them drugs that I had to have

          D
Promoters swearing that they're doing

                 A
All they can for me

              F#m
And all I can think about

          G
Is what I could be
Where I should be
     D     G
Right now
D F#m G D A [Verse 2]
            D
It's sad to say
I'm not the same
           G                      D
And all my friends know that I've changed

                                         A
When I swore I would never turn into the man I am today

       D
Tie me up and beat me down

         G                    D
Yell, "I swear I won't make a sound"

                                  A                 D
Mold me back into the man I was before I rode this train
[Chorus]
               F#m
Because now my health is running downhill

      G
Empty barrooms just won't fill

        D
Another drunken girl is lying

        A
Telling me, my music's great

      F#m
Fifty dollars and a headache tab

         G
All them drugs that I had to have

          D
Promoters swearing that they're doing

                 A
All they can for me

              F#m
And all I can think about

          G
Is what I could be
Where I should be
     D     G
Right now
[Interlude]
   F#m G
Woahhh

    D      A
Right now

  F#m G
Laaaa

    D
Right now

  A
Woahhh
[Chorus]
Bm              G      A
  And all I can think about

          F#m
Is how my health is running downhill

      G
Empty barrooms just won't fill

        D
Another drunken whore is lying

        A                   N.C.
Telling me, my music's great

N.C.  F#m
Fifty dollars and a headache tab

         G
All them drugs that I had to have

          D
Promoters swearing that they're doing

                 A
All they can for me

              F#m
And all I can think about

          G
Is what I could be
Where I should be
     D  F#m
Right now
[Outro]
      G A D
Right now