C/G                        F                    C/G
        You call us heathens with zero respect for the law
                                                                  G
        We are only songwriters just writing our songs and that's all
            C/G                       F                           C/G
        We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong

        If you think it is Mr. Music Executive
          G                           C/G
        Why don't you write your own songs


Chorus (W. Nelson):
    C/G                      G                        C/G
        And don't listen to mine,they might run you crazy
                                                                 G
        They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
                          F                       C/G
        We're making you rich and you're already lazy
                                         G                        C/G
        So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs


Verse 2 (W. Jennings):
        C/G                              F                         C/G
        Mr. Purified Country don't you know what the whole things about
                                                                G
        Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out
             C/G                        F                 C/G
        The world's getting smaller and everyone in it belongs

        And if you can't see that Mr. Purified Country
          G                                C/G
        Why don't you just write your own songs


Chorus.
                                         G                        C/G
        So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs