The Ballad of Chad

Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together for
Wait, what's his name?

There's this guy I saw playing his guitar
In a bar where he grew up
He's got his eyes on this dame who don't know his name
But he's sure that he's in love

And he asks her to sing with him while he plays his guitar
Maybe they'll get to talking under a heaven full of stars
But time and again she can't come, she late
When he's run out of songs to play
He asks the crowd if they'll stick around
They look at him and say

Oh Chad, why do you live like that?
You've got heaven on your doorstep
And it's really not that bad
Oh Chad, why do you live like that?
You've got heaven on your doorstep
And it's really not that bad

As per with her she's yet to turn up
He asks the crowd to stay
And a stranger says "hey I play
Do you fancy jamming while you wait?"

And they play the blues for a little while
Chad shows what he can do
The stranger strums on rhythm
Chad tears his fretboard in two

They get to talking the he sticks around
Everybody says they love his sound
He knows that he could make it
But he won't leave his hometown

Oh Chad, why do you live like that?
You've got heaven on your doorstep
And it's really not that bad
Oh Chad, why do you live like that?
You've got heaven on your doorstep
And it's really not that bad

A dozen years are gone and Chad's songs don't get played no more
No-one knows what became of the girl he was waiting for
He spent his last four months in a hospital bed
All he left behind were a few "what if"s and a tombstone that read

Oh Chad, why did you live like that?
You had heaven on your doorstep
And you threw it in the trash
Oh Chad, why do you live like that?
You've got heaven on your doorstep
And it's really not that bad
Oh Chad, why do you live like that?
You've got heaven on your doorstep
And it's really not that bad



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