Burn the Ballroom - 10 to 1

"Why ain't you famous^D#m yet?" Well I just ^G#msmile and I thank him I'm glad you like the ^F#set

But he ^Epushes the question Says he ^Ewants to invest In a ^F#singer that Seems a sure bet^F#7

I just ^Blaugh it all off "Hey, put a tip in my ^D#mjar" And he says, "^G#mYeah, but honestly You could go ^F#far"

So ^Etell me, then, how come ^EYou ain't the one son That I've ^F#seen rise up the charts?

So I ^F#put down my stuff And ^D#mtake a slow breath Hey, ^G#mlisten fella Don't ^Bknow what to tell ya Ex^F#cept...

There've been ^Bten fucking assholes Who told me they'd ^D#mmake me a ^G#mstar Nine rat ^G#mbastards That've mugged me ^F#outside of this ^Ebar Eight more ^Elines To ^F#tell you this gig life gets hard ^F#7

There was ^Bseven soaked summers When I couldn't ^D#mget off the ^G#mfloor Six deep ^G#mheartaches That just left me ^F#askin' for ^Emore Five times this ^Eweek That ^F#I've heard that question be^F#7fore

There were ^Bfour homeless seasons I only knew ^D#mpassion of ^G#mpain Then three ^G#myears I mixed up the ^F#two for the ^Esame Those two ^Econcerts Where ^F#I nearly died on the ^F#7stage

But to ^Banswer your question Or you ^Bdon't know my name The ^Bvery first reason To let my re^Bfrain Is ^D#I thought that someone would Find me and take me a^G#mway

I thought that ^EI'd get discovered F# N.C. But It's me It's me who will make my own ^Bname ^F#

Well ^Bthat sounds messed up This life that you ^D#mchoose I said, "I ^G#mjust think of Freddie" He said, "I never ^F#lose" So I'm ^Egonna get there Even if broken and ^F#bruised

'Cause ^F#I might be late And ^D#it may get hard But ^G#mit's not rotten To ^Esee how I've gotten this ^F#far N.C. In spite of those

^BTen fucking assholes Who told me they'd ^D#mmake me a ^G#mstar Nine rat ^G#mbastards That've mugged me ^F#outside of this ^Ebar Eight more ^Elines To ^F#tell you this good life gets ^F#7hard

There was ^Bseven soaked summers When I couldn't ^D#mget off the ^G#mfloor Six deep ^G#mheartaches That just left me ^F#askin' for ^Emore Five times ^Ethis week That ^F#I've heard that question be^F#7fore

There were ^Bfour homeless seasons I only knew ^D#mpassion of ^G#mpain Then three ^G#myears I mixed up the ^F#two for the ^Esame Those two ^Econcerts Where ^F#I nearly died on the ^F#7stage

But to ^Banswer your question Or you ^Bdon't know my name The ^Bvery first reason To ^Blet my refrain Is ^D#I thought that someone would Find me and take me a^G#mway

I thought that ^EI'd get discovered F# N.C. But It's me It's me who will make my own ^Bname