Would You Like To Play The Guitar

[Refrão] G E7 A7 Would you like to play the guitar? D7 G Carry money home in a jar E7 A7 Am From a coffeehouse or a bar D7 G Or would you rather get a job? verse 1: G C G C A job is the thing that makes you get out of bed G C G And work every day until you're dead. A7 D7 Your back is achin' and your brain is numb A7 D7 And you just can't wait until the weekend comes G C Bm E7 But if you don't want to starve or beg or rob Am D7 G You're gonna have to get a job [Refrão]G E7 A7 Or would you like to play the guitar D7 G Drive for miles and miles in your car E7 A7 Am And pretend that you're a big star D7 G Or would you rather book the gig? verse 2: G C G C An agent's the guy who takes his twenty- percent G C G What he says ain't always what he meant. A7 D7 He'll clean you out in ways you never thought A7 D7 Because he's good at business and he knows you're not. G C Bm E7 And then he'll sue if you ever make it big Am D7 G "Cause he's the guy who booked the gig. [Refrão]G E7 A7 Or would you like to play the guitar D7 G For a living--har-dee-har-har. E7 A7 Am I'll admit it's kind of bizarre D7 G Or would you rather be the wife? verse 3: G C G C The wife is the one who has to rescue our butts G C G She's either a saint or else she's nuts. A7 D7 She gets impatient and she gets annoyed A7 D7 "Cause she's the one who must remain employed G C Bm E7 And, by the way, if you want to wreck your life Am D7 G Become a guitar player's wife. [Refrão]G E7 A7 'Cause all the monkeys ain't in the zoo. D7 G They can be trained to play guitar too. E7 A7 Am Some do a whole lot better than you D7 Bm E7 Am But even if you don't go far D7 Bm E7 Am You could be worse off than you are D7 G C G At least you're playing your guitar.