I took a pill in I (C)bi za

to show A (G)vi cii I was cool.

And when I (F)fi n’lly got so ber, felt my ten years re old er, but a (C)it, it was some thin’ to got.

do.

And I’m can’t liv in’ out keep in L.

A.;

I drive a (G)sports car the just to prove

I’m a (F)real big ball er, ’cause I made a mil lion dol lars and I (C)spend it on girls and shoes.

up.

But you don’t wan na be (Am)high like me, nev er real ly know in’ (G)why, like me.

You don’t nev er wan na (F)step off that roll er coast er and be all a (C)lone.

And you don’t wan na ride the (Am)bus like this, nev er know in’ who to (G)trust, like this.

You don’t wan na be (F)stuck up on that stage sing in’, stuck up on that stage sing in’, (C)“All

I (G)know

are sad (F)songs,

sad (C)songs.”

Dar ling, all

I (G)know

are sad (F)songs,

sad (C)songs.

I’m just a (C)sing er

to who al (G)read y blew his shot.

I get a (F)long with old tim ers ’cause my name’s a re mind er of a (C)pop song was peo ple for got.

do.

And I can’t liv in’ out keep a girl, no;

I ’cause as (G)soon as the sun comes up,

I’m I (F)cut ’em loose, er, and I work’s a my ex cuse; lars but the (C)truth is I can’t o pen up.

Now, you don’t wan na be (Am)high like me, nev er real ly know in’ (G)why, like me.

You don’t nev er wan na (F)step off that roll er coast er and be all a (C)lone.

And you don’t wan na ride the (Am)bus like this, nev er know in’ who to (G)trust, like this.

You don’t wan na be (F)stuck up on that stage sing in’, stuck up on that stage sing in’, (C)“All

I (G)know

are sad (F)songs,

sad (C)songs.”

Dar ling, all

I (G)know

are sad (F)songs,

sad (C)songs.

I’m just a (C)songs.

I took a plane to my (C)home town;

I brought my (G)pride and my gui tar.

Well, my (F)friends are all gone, but there’s man i cured lawns, and the (C)peo ple still think I’m a star.

I walked a round down town;

I met some (G)fans on La fay ette.

They said, (F)“Tell us how to make it ’cause we’re get tin’ real im pa tient.” So I (C)looked ’em in the eye and said, “You don’t wan na be (Am)high like me, nev er real ly know in’ (G)why, like me.

You don’t nev er wan na (F)step off that roll er coast er and be all a (C)lone.

And you don’t wan na ride the (Am)bus like this, nev er know in’ who to (G)trust, like this.

You don’t wan na be (F)stuck up on that stage sing in’, stuck up on that stage sing in’, (C)all

I (G)know

are sad (F)songs,

sad (C)songs.”

Dar ling, all

I (G)know

are sad (F)songs,

sad

songs.