Koe Wetzel - Broke Musician

      (PALM MUTE ENTIRE FIRST VERSE)
[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


[Chorus]
       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


[Chorus]
               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


[Chorus]
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