Stand Up

Intro
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   |
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   |

Verse 1
    Gm
And I should’ve been murdered by now
N.C.
And I’ve got fifteen people wondering how the hell’d he make it out
N.C.
I carry this bucket of pain
N.C.
And I’ve got 18 dollars to my mother-fucking name
        Gm                 F
And it’s not a life it’s a game
          C                     Bb
And I’m a two-ton wrecking ball filled with pain
        Gm            F
And I’ve got a lot to say
            C                      Bb
Oh and I’m still feeling good from yesterday

Chorus
         Gm            F
So stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
    C              Bb
Get down, make the doctor proud
      Gm            F
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
    C              Bb
Get down, make the doctor proud

Verse 2
    Gm            F
Well I don’t know everything
     C            Bb
But I sure wish I did
     Gm             F
Then every time I’d catch a case
           C               Bb
I wouldn’t pop off so much at the lid
           Gm          F
I’d have my get out of jail card
       C                 Bb
Popped cool and ready to go
             Gm             F
And then I’d pay my tax and bail money
            C          Bb
'Cause I’m a taxpaying fool, so we gotta

Chorus
      Gm            F
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
    C              Bb
Get down, make the doctor proud
      Gm            F
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
    C              Bb
Get down, make the doctor proud
      Gm    F
Stand up
    C     Bb
Get down
          Gm    F
Oh, stand up
    C     Bb
Get down, take it away

Instrumental
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   |
| Gm  F   | C  Bb   |
| Gm      | F       | C       | Cm  Dm   |

Bridge
Gm                                         F
He’s a little boy with a son and a daughter
     C                                Cm    Dm
He’s got no wife no he’s got no father
          Gm                                             F
He’s just trying to make it through this hard hard winter
     C                                    Cm    Dm
Toes freezin' no reason he’s got no dinner
       Gm
He’s a product of the music, a product of his time
  F
A product of addiction in a very long line
   C
Of users and abusers who just couldn’t keep it straight
         Cm                        Dm
Oh man I wish I didn’t know one, I hope it ain’t too late
             Gm
So won’t you call your mama, call your daddy
F
 You can call your sister too
             C
'Cause we’ve been out here walking that hard line
          Dm                    F
You never ever could’ve made it through

Verse 3
             Gm             F
And now we’re seven hundred billion strong
    C               Bb
We still can’t tell right from wrong
             Gm                         F
So I’m gonna keep on dreaming until the cows come home
     C     N.C.                                     Gm    F    C
When drug store America starts taking care of their own
Bb                          Gm    F
 Start taking care of their own
     C    Bb
Yeah yeah, so we gotta

Chorus 3
      Gm            F
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
    C              Bb
Get down, make the doctor proud
      Gm            F
Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
    C              Bb
Get down, make the doctor proud
      Gm    F
Stand up
    C     Bb
Get down
          Gm    F
Oh, stand up
    C     Bb
Get down

Outro
| Gm      | F       | C       | Bb       |
                   Gm      F
Oh you gotta stand up, ooh yeah
C                                 Bb
Living for this feeling we’ve got nowhere to go
      Gm      F
Stand up, ooh yeah
    C                                 Bb
I’m living for this feeling, I’ve got nowhere to go
      Gm      F
Stand up, ooh yeah
C                                 Bb
Living for this feeling we've got nowhere to go
      Gm
Stand up