Intro 
G   F G    F C D G 
G   F 


[Verso 1]
 
G                               F 
  i swear sometimes people talk 
G                                F 
  just to hear their own voices. 
G                                   F 
  they say words without intentions. 
C            D                 G 
  to me it's all just a buncha noise. 



[Refrão]
 
             Bm 
Well you can stand up on the stage 
         C 
Like the puppet that you are. 
G                               D 
Singing songs that other people wrote. 
        Bm 
All the while i cut my hands 
   C 
On strings i can't afford. 
        G                D            G   F 
But i'd rather bleed for art than radio. 



[Verso 2]

G                                 F 
  i swear sometimes people think 
G                                        F 
  they know our burdens and our troubles. 
G                          F 
  politicians acting like 
     C              D                   G 
They understand the poor folk and their struggles. 



[Refrão]
 
             Bm 
Well you can stand up on the stage 
         C 
Like the puppet that you are. 
G                               D 
Singing songs that other people wrote. 
        Bm 
All the while i cut my hands 
   C 
On strings i can't afford. 
        G                D            G   F 
But i'd rather bleed for art than radio. 
    G                D            G 
I'd rather bleed for art and radio 


interlude 
A  B   E   A   B 


[Ponte]

 
C#m                  G# 
  i have been to the small towns 
F#                               B 
  where dirt-roads never seem to end. 
C#m                         G# 
  much like the cliches you   sing about 
F#                B 
  time and time again. 
C#m                     G# 
  and she is not just a "pretty little thing" 
F#                          B 
  i believe that lady has a name. 
C#m                                     G# 
  and it's true one time i drove a 1993 chevrolet  pick up truck 
A                         B       B7 
  until it burst out into flames! 


outro 
   E       A    B 
So you can tell nashville 
E       A        B 
You can tell the world. 
    E       A        B              E         A           B 
And you can tell the pretty country boys just what you've heard. 
    E        A       B 
And you can crash my party 
    E            A       B 
But you will not play my part. 
E        A       B 
You will die for radio 
    E         A         B 
But i'm gonna bleed for art. 
B7         E 
Bleed for art.