Add capo 3rd fret:

Verse 1:
G                                   C
I wish I was good enough to go on tour,
G                                    C  G/B
and all of my old friends could come along, 
Am                           C                   and I could make us all rich and famous
Am               C               D  
just by playin' old scratch paper songs.


Verse 2:
G                               C
I wish I had a beer for every chord
G                                    C    
I've ever sat and played when I was bored. 
C G/B  Am  
(Am)                          C                   
I wish I knew exactly what it meant
Am               C               D  
every time she came, and heard, and went.

Chorus:
C                          D(7)
And I wish I could see her bright eyed smile
        G                        C               
headin' front row center down a left stage aisle,
C  G/B  Am       
(Am)     C/G             D/F#  
like she did in that old bar;
C                                  D(7) 
Where the smoke was thick and the lights were low,
         G                          C      
But the pretty women would sometimes go,
C G/B Am
(Am)         C            D 
To hear me play my old guitar.


Verse 3:
G                               C
But I can't see myself in front of crowds
G                                    C  G/B
and I like the simple words and simple sounds. 
Am                            C                   My hands are worn and still I play
Am               C               D  
and hope she hears my songs again one day.

Chorus (2):
C                          D(7)
But the last time that I ever saw her
        G                        C               
she was uptown livin' with a big time lawyer;
C  G/B  Am       
(Am)     C/G             D/F#  
A diamond ring, and a fancy car.
C                                  D(7) 
And I laughed to think she used to know
         G                          D      
all the names and faces where lost souls go,
C G/B Am
(Am)         C            D 
To hear me play my old guitar.


Bridge:
D9sus(slide)   C               G             Am  
Lord,I . . . know if it would only bring her back
G                       Bm
I'd sell my songs for pennies;
             C                D
These old worn out lines I scratch.
C                               D(7)  
But it'd be worth all the sour notes,
           G                          D
and the misplaced words, and the songs I wrote
C  G/B  Am
(Am)         C             D            
to have her hear my old guitar.


Verse 4:
G                               C
I wish I was good enough to go on tour.
G                                    C  G/B
I wish I could tell you all the reasons why 
Am                            C                   I can't write a song to make me famous
Am               C               D  
and I find myself just barely gettin by.


Chorus (3):
C                          D(7)
And I wish I could see her bright eyed smile
        G                        C               
headin' front row center down a left stage aisle,
C  G/B  Am       
(Am)     C/G                D/F#  
then I would know I'd made it far.
C                              D(7) 
Just to see her sing my songs again
         G                          D      
in the going crowd, when its growing thin,
C G/B Am
(Am)         C       D 
to the sound of my guitar.