Broke Musician Teclado

	  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 


       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 


               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 

 
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