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[Verse 1]
DmWell, mama sent me down to the MAPCO CBC Powders and a bag of tobacco AmSaid her boss was an asshole DmShe been on the line just breakin her back though DmI need a rope with a lasso CTo catch a pot of gold and get past the hassle AmTo get my mama a castle DmA Pink Cadillac with the matching tassels DmTake my daddy off of that backhoe CSend him down to Florida to fish on a bass boat AmAnd a truck to match, so DmHe can roll around town pullin' his bass boat DmLord, I'm a dreamer, I can't pay her CShe'll be on the line 'til daddy can come save her AmCould've been rich, a star, a ballplayer DmBut I got no cares, Opie Taylor
[Chorus]
DmOpie Taylor CBut I got no cares, Opie Taylor AmOpie Taylor DmBut I got no cares, Opie Taylor
[Verse 2]
DmWell, a quarter pound of pot in a shoe box CGot five grand stuffed in a tube sock AmAin't got no fucking credit to use, I DmPaid cash for my car at the used lot DmSmall town, trapped in a sinkhole CStill keepin' it cool in the pistol AmMe and dope's like green to a pickle DmYeah folk, like a haystack to a sickle DmNever brought back home a report card CSpent more time in court, dog AmBut in this little town, it's a short fall DmStill servin' out, jump off the porch, dawg DmI just blow the smoke in the air CRaised by pirates, curse like a sailor AmCould probably get a job if I cut my hair DmBut I got no cares, Opie Taylor
[Chorus]
DmOpie Taylor CBut I got no cares, Opie Taylor AmOpie Taylor DmBut I got no cares, Opie Taylor
[Outro] - Repeat
DmBa, da-dum, da, da, da-dum CBa, da-dum, da, da, da-dum AmBa, da-dum, da, da, da-dum Dm(Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor