G
This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn politicians
D                                            Em
And this one's for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin'
C                                              G
And to the bulls and the bears on Wall Street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's
D                                                 Em            C
Man it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers


[Chorus]
G                        D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
C                                               G
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
D                                                 Em          C
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers


[Verse 2]
G
Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
D                                            Em
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
C                                              G
If you don't like the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
D                                                 Em            C
Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers


[Chorus]
G                        D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
C                                               G
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new Beamer
D                                                 Em          C
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle fingers


[Bridge]
G                      D                         Em
If you hate this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth
                                       C
My crowd'd be proud to turn you up a little Free Bird


[Chorus]
G                            D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em                                             C
Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your mama ain't there
G                            D
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up high in the air
Em                                            C
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
G                                          D
I could use a few for the fat cats blowin' the roof off the bullshit meter
Em                                          C
Man, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
G                                           D
Yeah, it's stuff like that that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
Em                     D
More middle fingers