Chord Here Lies A Rambler by Floyd Marsden

Verse F I don't know what you're looking for in me Bb But I can guarantee it's not gonna be F What you'd see F In any other artist F I've written songs about carbon and buses and drunks Bb9 It's hard to think of a word I haven't sung C But despite all those topics and subjects and lines Bb I can't escape the fact that I'm just shit at rhymes C5 I'll trade honesty for wordplay and I'd do it anyday Bb9 Bb7 F Honestly who writes honesty honestly anyway? Chorus F5 F Coz polite discussion ain’t my thing Bb5 Bb I’ll just have to stick to jazz chords and ranting G5 C5 And I got no clue what my legacy'll be when I die C C5 When I die, when I die Bb9 Bb7 F Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy F F Goblin guy, goblin guy C5 Bb7 He wasn't a musician Bb F Here lies a ramblеr! F F Here lies a ramblеr Verse F I genuinely hate mainstream-loved songs Bb I reckon the auto tune phase has gone on too long F And if I hear one more pop song with the same four chords Bb7 Or one more person choosing Taytay over Folds F I might just fuckin cry Bb I can't be mainstream even if I try C I trade good music for average metaphors Bb7 But when I make a stupid meta metaphor C I'm making that meta metaphor for you Bb Bb7 F My metaphor is meta for you Bridge Dm7/A Db/F And I know this song needs a bridge of some kind Dm7 Dm Db/F But I just can't get past this wall in my mind F So... fuck it Chorus F5 F Coz four chord ballads ain’t my thing Bb5 Bb9/F I’ll just have to stick to jazz chords and ranting G5 G/C And I got no clue what my legacy'll be when I die C5 C5 When I die, when I die Bb9 Bb7 F Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy F F Goblin guy, goblin guy C5 Bb7 He wasn't a musician Bb F Here lies a ramblеr! F F Here lies a ramblеr Instrumental F Bb9 F Bb7 Cm7 Bb7 F Verse F I don't play many huge gigs Bb I'm not raking in cash by the figs F But perhaps maybe if you're ever at a party Bb7 Taking a break from drunks looking for someone arty F You might find there’s a guy in the corner of a room Bb Bb7 Bbmaj13 Playing piano for hours, just some random fuckin blues C And even though he sits now smashing away at the keys Bb He’s just begging for some sweet release C Without worrying over inevitabilities and ends Bb Bb7 F And he can feel good about his piano and listen to his friends Chorus F5 F Coz self confidence in music just ain't his thing Bb9 Bb5 He just sticks to bad chords and ranting G5 C5 And he's got no clue what his legacy'll be when he dies C C5 When he dies, when he dies Bb Bb7 F Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy F F Goblin guy, goblin guy C5 Bb7 He wasn't a musician Bb F Here lies a ramblеr! F F Here lies a ramblеr Outro F Fmaj7 F