Try to be my own man
Not to be my old man
Bottom of a cliff
Looking up don't got no dolla
But I'll never let my spliff burn out
To the world I'm sending my intentions
Directions I injected in my head got misdirected
Got that from my [A]mama
I got [Fm7]no sense of direction
But I got [Fm7]drive from my [A]father
I just don't know where I'm headed
I'm gone
Just like [F]the wind
Pray I find enlightenment
Every song [Am]I write in this short life
Put my [A]soul ɾight in it
Born a blank slate
I've been formed by my [A]environment
You could dress me up
With new threads and [Bm]teeth whitening
I'm still burning it down as long [Am]as I got [Fm7]free will
Still this Midwest Ohio boy
Who grew up in a corn field
I grew up around football
When I was [Am7]a foot tall [Em]it broke my [A]old man's heart
When down the ɾoad all [Em]those years later
I tɾaded this all [Em]for [Dm7]a guitar
And a new start
My fingertips were smitten
With banging six stɾings
'Til my [A]calluses were ɾipping
Many chalices were tipping
Brown liquor dripping
Off the counter in the kitchen
Thank God I don't live around here no more
Both my [A]ears are full don't wanna hear no more
Stuck around a while but I'm not here no more
Save it for [Dm7]your monologue
I'll savor this moment toastin' on [C7]a marijuana log
Try to [C7]be [Am]my [A]own man
Not to [C7]be [Am]my [A]old man
Bottom of a cliff
Looking up don't got [Fm7]no dolla
But I'll never let my [A]spliff burn out
To the world I'm sending my [A]intentions
Directions I injected in my [A]head got [Fm7]misdirected
Got that from my [A]mama
I got [Fm7]no sense of direction
But I got [Fm7]drive from my [A]father
I just don't know where I'm headed
I'm lost
This current ɾealm's
Got me feeling overwhelmed
So many options on [C7]the table
Just wanna look around
I'm an outlaw
I'm an artist
I'm a loose cannon [C7]with multiple targets
Burning the candle at both ends
And I don't think it's healthy
I'm viewing the world through a new lens
It's kind of overwhelming yeah
Part of me feels that my [A]path's began
Part of me's so exhausted
Part of me thinks that I've gotten it locked
Part of me thinks that I've lost it
Part of me thinks that
Apart from all [Em]these parties
There's a part of me playing the part
Of parting' with my [A]old ways
Man to [C7]man I'm sure you [A7can understand
That I'm far from my [A]prime
But far enough to [C7]drop my [A]old tapes
Try to [C7]be [Am]my [A]own man
Not to [C7]be [Am]my [A]old man
Bottom of a cliff
Looking up don't got [Fm7]no dolla
But I'll never let my [A]spliff burn out
