Intro: F

Verse:
                        Bb
My finger paints aren't great
                    C      F
but I still hang them on my fridge
                  Bb
Reminds me of the fun I had
F           C      F
whenever I look at it (nooo)


         Bb         F
I am not Picasso or da Vinci
       Bb
or who knows who
    F            Bb
No, I am not the best by far,
F      C           F
I sure like what I do


         Dm            C
(Alright guys, on your marks
F
Get set)

Chorus:
                  Bb
Slow down, take a nap
     C           F
I'll catch up to you
                Bb
Run laps around me,
          C             Dm
but we'll both burn out soon
    F             Bb
The finish line's close
             C          Dm
and you have nothing to prove
    F          Bb        C          Dm
And though I'm behind, I need a nap too
F                  Bb
Cause though I'm a tortoise,
C                 Dm
I have nothing to prove
F
Though I'm a tortoise,
C                 F
I have nothing to prove

Interlude (x2): Bb C Dm F

Dm    F
Death is marching
Bb    C
Death is marching
Dm    F
Death is marching
Bb    C
Death is marching

Verse 2:
F
a slap on the wrist

a tomb made of stone


   Dm     C          F
a casket awaiting a nap
              Bb       Dm
We all end up six feet bеlow
           C           Dm
Bury me in my favorite hat
    F                        Bb
The mеdals I've won from the races I've run
F               C            F
On display back home with my cat
   Dm             Bb
We all end up six feet below
              F
So why should we care ‘bout all that

Chorus:
F        Bb          C              F
I run my mouth and I will until I'm old
                   Bb         C         Dm
And things may not be as the forecaster told
F                 Bb         C          Dm
Guess they wanted me to show off what I do
F              Bb       C            Dm
But I couldn't care any less to show you
F                  Bb
Cause though I'm a hare,
         C          Dm
I've got nothing to prove
F            Bb
Though I'm a hare,
         C           Dm
I've got nothing to prove

Bridge:
F        C      F
Two cosy little caskets,
                 Bb     F
cardboard boxes, earthy holes
               C        F
Can I hang our favorite pictures
                Bb       F
on the walls of moss and mold?
F
(death is)


Dm      F          C
(death is marching Steadfast toward us)

Two cosy little caskets
F                          Dm      C
(It doesn’t care if you’re bronze silver or gold)

Cardboard boxes, earthy holes
               F
If I reach the end before you,
         C         Bb
will you lend your hand to hold?
Dm                 C    F
will you lend your hand to hold?

Chorus:
                  Bb
Slow down, take a nap
C             F           C
I'll catch up to you, run laps around me
               Dm
But we'll both burn out soon
        F                                Dm
They'll pit us against one another, it's true
                  F      C
And though we are different,
                   Dm
we have nothing to prove
F            Bb
Though I'm a tortoise,
C               Dm
I’ve nothing to prove

Outro:
F               Bb
Though you’re a hare,
C.                  Dm
You have nothing to prove
F              Bb
Though we are different,
C                Dm
we’ve nothing to prove

Though I’m a tortoise
                F
I have nothing to prove
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