The Critic (chords And Bass-lines) by Toby Keith
Key: GG | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1: 
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He gets up real early on his morning drive 
G           G/B            C       D  
Down to the office for his nine to five 
           G   G/B      C       C* 
He drives a 94 two-tone economy car 
D                 D          C-walkdown 
Loves to tell the local boys down at the bar 
              D       D 
That he?s the critic, yea I can hook ya up 
              C-walkdown 
I know everyone in the business 
 
Verse 2: 
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He flunked junior high band he couldn?t march in time 
            G            G/B         C                D 
He tried to write a song once but he couldn?t make it rhyme 
           G      G/B         C         C*       
He learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn-shop guitar 
        D           D           C-walkdown 
He just never quite had what it took to be a star 
          D       D 
So he?s a critic, yea I work for the Gazette 
        C-walkdown 
I got a real job 
 
Bridge:  
 
He wrote a five star column on a band you never heard 
                                  (some kind of walkdown) 
He wrote a bluegrass review without an unkind word 
 
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a raise 
 
His boss said, I can? even tell 
 
If anyone?s even reading your page  (back to Intro licks  
                                      For rhythm) 
 
Verse 3: 
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So he thought and he thought a little more  
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He saw a young hot star headed into town 
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Then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down 
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Here come the letters, the emails, the faxes 
     D             D         C-walkdown 
They raised him to 20,000 dollars after taxes 
      D              D             
He?s a happy critic, yea he?s rollin? in the dough 
 
(rest is spoken over the Intro tabbed above) 
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This is easy they?re all reading my column 
Please don?t tell my momma  
That I write the music column for the Gazette 
She still thinks I play piano down at the Cathouse 
Let's get funky with this now boys  
Play it on 
Come on Shannon 
There's ol' Bill jumpin' in 
Glenn's layin' it down 
Come on Shannon 
Aah My man Steve 
Man my fingers are gettin' tired Ya'll gonna have to hurry 
This snappin' thing wearin' me out 
Theres ol Shannon guess he was on a coffee break 
They're gonna love you cause they already love me 
Yeah It's the critic