strum the chord where its and let it ring to the next chord.
[Intro]
[Strophe]
C 
Listen up and I'll tell a story 
                 Dm 
About an artist growing old 
  
Some would try for fame and glory 
                C 
Others aren't so bold
[Strophe]
C 
Everyone, and friends and family 
                  Dm 
Saying, "Hey! Get a job!" 
  
"Why do you only do that only? 
                C 
Why are you so odd?
[Strophe]
C 
We don't really like what you do. 
                      Dm 
We don't think anyone ever will. 
  
It's a problem that you have, 
                             C 
And this problem's made you ill."
[Strophe]
C 
Listen up and I'll tell a story 
                 Dm 
About an artist growing old 
  
Some would try for fame and glory 
                C 
Others aren't so bold
[Strophe]
C 
The artist walks alone 
                        Dm 
Someone said behind his back, 
  
"He's got gall to call himself that! 
                                C 
He doesn't even know where he's at!"
[Strophe]
C 
The artist walks among the flowers 
                 Dm 
Appreciating the sun 
  
He does this all his waking hours 
                    C 
But is it really so wrong?
[Strophe]
C 
They sit in front of their TV 
                      Dm 
Saying, "Hey! This is fun!" 
  
And they laugh at the artist 
                                     C 
Saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun."
[Strophe]
C 
The best things in life are truly free 
                           Dm 
Singing birds and laughing bees 
  
"You've got me wrong," says he. 
                             C 
"The sun don't shine in your TV"
[Strophe]
C 
Listen up and I'll tell a story 
                        Dm 
About an artist growing old 
  
Some would try for fame and glory 
                 C 
Others aren't so bold
[Strophe]
C 
Listen up and I'll tell a story 
                 Dm 
About an artist growing old 
  
Some would try for fame and glory 
                C 
Others aren't so bold
[Strophe]
C 
Everyone, and friends and family 
                  Dm 
Saying, "Hey! Get a job!" 
  
"Why do you only do that only? 
                C 
Why are you so odd?
[Strophe]
C 
We don't really like what you do. 
                      Dm 
We don't think anyone ever will. 
  
It's a problem that you have, 
                             C 
And this problem's made you ill."
[Strophe]
C 
Listen up and I'll tell a story 
                 Dm 
About an artist growing old 
  
Some would try for fame and glory 
                              C 
Others just like to watch the world.