Strong As An Oak keyboard

Strong As An Oak

• C

Intro 

C C Am 


F F C 


F F Am 
F Em G C 


 

C           C        Am 
Everything is A-OK (yep) 

F           F           C 
Because Im strong as an O-A-K (an Oak!) 

F           F            Am 
But money dont grow on trees 

             F  Em G    C 
And I?m B-R-O-K-E (Broke!) 


Repeat same pattern for rest of song: 

Verse 1:
 
Them rims them rings them things, you can bring em out 
I just had my debit card declined at in N out 
The line is flipping out. Giving me evil eyes 
Fuck the soda, re-run it with just the cheesy fries 
cause i don't think money is THE devil 
I'm not sinking, i'm just kicking it at sea level 
I got my floaties on 
I'm focusing on all the wonderful stuff with the force of Obi Wan 
Kenobi Bro, I'm broke although I won't be woebegone 
Cause even though my bank account is low or overdrawn 
I'm down to mow yer lawn 
I'm getting open I'm soaking up every moment and so we 
should make a toast we won't be sober til the broke of dawn 
because beer is cheap 
and because love is free 
I'm buzzin feeling like every friend is a cousin, G 
And someday we'll be reminiscing on some wasn't we 
Just so down and out 
But we were happy then (cause) 

Chorus 

Verse 2:
 
why should I sit on my ass on the couch and be asking why life isn't equal? 
with lesser possessions I'm light as a feather and so I can fly like an eagle 
Cause everyone dies and I wonder why leaders in power would lie to their people 
be planning like they could be fitting a camel up into the eye of a needle 
but dammit I'd i settle for fitting a 94 Camry inside of my driveway 
i'm sick of the image I'm living my life and i'm doing in my way 
I'd rather be making the choices I'm proud of than chasing a mountain of money 
But if that mountain comes to me, I'm climbing it 
Gotta a brick and I'm laying it down 
got a shovel, I'm breaking this ground 
because I'm in red 
but it's only a color that I will be painting this town 
Because when I make it then I dedicate it to friends I stayed with who would do me  
favors even lend me paper when I couldn't pay for a little takeout 
to the fact 
that whatever you think that it means 
I be here and I'm living my dreams 
And it's cause of the people I leaned 
on when I came apart at the seams 
So gimme the moon 
And gimme the spoon 
I'm licking it clean 
Until there just ain't nothing left 
But who will lend a hand  

x

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