He does this from G to Am in the verses
E|-------------0-----------------|
B|-------------1-----------------|
G|-------------2-----------------|
D|-------------2-----------------|
A|------0h2--0-0-----------------|
E|-----3-------------------------|

He does this on the Am chord in the Chorus
E|-------------0-----------------|
B|-------------1-----------------|
G|-------------2-----------------|
D|-------------2-----------------|
A|-------0---0-0-----------------|
E|---------3---------------------|


[Verse 1]

Am                     Em          G                  Am 
Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
Am                       Em                 G                   Am
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
Am            Em                  G             Am
Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know
          Am*                 Em*                G            Am
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio

Am Em G Am

[Verse 2]

Am                 Em                  G                  Am
They tell me I can sell my soul for a dream and a couple shows
Am                 Em              G            Am
I don't think they understand how deep loyalty goes
         Am*             Em*                  G            Am
For some boys I got in a barn we built out of pure Douglas fir
      Am*                   Em*                     G           Am
Badly written songs next to horses' shit is what an Okie boy prefers

Am

[Chorus]

C*        G*               Am
Go on and tell me what you wanna
C*           G*                  Am
While me and mine, do what we're gonna
C*                G*                Am
You can keep your name and burn the cash
C*              G*               Am
Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask

Am Em G x2

[Verse 3]

  Am                Em                     G                 Am
I feel I've lived a thousand lives just to get right where I am
     Am                     Em                   G            Am
Some hurtful words and some Pabst on ice turn a child into a man
   Am*                Em*               G*                Am
We started this thing grinnin' boys, I think we've gotta run
    Am*               Em*               G*                  Am
The radio man came to fuck it up as he boasts about number ones

Am

[Chorus]

C*        G*               Am
Go on and tell me what you wanna
C*           G*                  Am
While me and mine, do what we're gonna
C*                G*                Am
You can keep your name and burn the cash
C*              G*               Am
Tell 'em I died singin' in these hills if they ask

Am Em G 

[Verse 4]

Am*                    Em*          G*                 Am

Go ahead and make your money off a poor boy just like me
Am*                      Em*                 G*                  Am
And I'll be pacin' in my room tonight tryna make some old scars bleed
Am*           Em*                 G*            Am
Tryna write a plot line that you don't already know
          Am*                 Em*                 G*           Am*
'Bout the weekend crowd, or a reckless boy, or a girl from Ohio