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strum the chord where its and let it ring to the next chord.[Intro][Verse]CListen up and I'll tell a storyDmAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryCOthers aren't so bold[Verse]CEveryone, and friends and familyDmSaying, "Hey! Get a job!""Why do you only do that only?CWhy are you so odd?[Verse]CWe don't really like what you do.DmWe don't think anyone ever will.It's a problem that you have,CAnd this problem's made you ill."[Verse]CListen up and I'll tell a storyDmAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryCOthers aren't so bold[Verse]CThe artist walks aloneDmSomeone said behind his back,"He's got gall to call himself that!CHe doesn't even know where he's at!"[Verse]CThe artist walks among the flowersDmAppreciating the sunHe does this all his waking hoursCBut is it really so wrong?[Verse]CThey sit in front of their TVDmSaying, "Hey! This is fun!"And they laugh at the artistCSaying, "He doesn't know how to have fun."[Verse]CThe best things in life are truly freeDmSinging birds and laughing bees"You've got me wrong," says he.C"The sun don't shine in your TV"[Verse]CListen up and I'll tell a storyDmAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryCOthers aren't so bold[Verse]CListen up and I'll tell a storyDmAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryCOthers aren't so bold[Verse]CEveryone, and friends and familyDmSaying, "Hey! Get a job!""Why do you only do that only?CWhy are you so odd?[Verse]CWe don't really like what you do.DmWe don't think anyone ever will.It's a problem that you have,CAnd this problem's made you ill."[Verse]CListen up and I'll tell a storyDmAbout an artist growing oldSome would try for fame and gloryCOthers just like to watch the world.