Dm
Well, mama sent me down to the MAPCO
C
BC Powders and a bag of tobacco
Am
Said her boss was an asshole
Dm
She been on the line just breakin her back though
Dm
I need a rope with a lasso
C
To catch a pot of gold and get past the hassle
Am
To get my mama a castle
Dm
A Pink Cadillac with the matching tassels
Dm
Take my daddy off of that backhoe
C
Send him down to Florida to fish on a bass boat
Am
And a truck to match, so
Dm
He can roll around town pullin' his bass boat
Dm
Lord, I'm a dreamer, I can't pay her
C
She'll be on the line 'til daddy can come save her
Am
Could've been rich, a star, a ballplayer
Dm
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor


[Chorus]
Dm
Opie Taylor
C
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor
Am
Opie Taylor
Dm
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor


[Verse 2]

Dm
Well, a quarter pound of pot in a shoe box
C
Got five grand stuffed in a tube sock
Am
Ain't got no fucking credit to use, I
Dm
Paid cash for my car at the used lot
Dm
Small town, trapped in a sinkhole
C
Still keepin' it cool in the pistol
Am
Me and dope's like green to a pickle
Dm
Yeah folk, like a haystack to a sickle
Dm
Never brought back home a report card
C
Spent more time in court, dog
Am
But in this little town, it's a short fall
Dm
Still servin' out, jump off the porch, dawg
Dm
I just blow the smoke in the air
C
Raised by pirates, curse like a sailor
Am
Could probably get a job if I cut my hair
Dm
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor


[Chorus]
Dm
Opie Taylor
C
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor
Am
Opie Taylor
Dm
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor


[Outro] - Repeat
Dm
Ba, da-dum, da, da, da-dum
C
Ba, da-dum, da, da, da-dum
Am
Ba, da-dum, da, da, da-dum
Dm
(Opie, Opie, Opie, Opie) Opie Taylor