By Hank Williams Jr.
Intro | G | Am | D | G |
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He's just a s | inger, a natural born guitar r | inger |
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Kind of a c | linger to sad old s | ongs |
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He's not a walk behinder, he's a new note f | inder |
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But his names a re | minder of a blues man that's already g | one |
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So he started drinkin', took things that messed up his th | inkin' |
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He was sure si | nkin' when she came a | long |
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He was alone in the spot light, not too much l | eft in sight |
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She changed a | ll that one night when she sang him this s | ong… |
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Interlude | C | G |
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He got so sick from s | peedin', all the things they said he was | needin' |
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If he was to keep on | pleasin' all of his f | ans |
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He got cuffed on dirt roads, he got sued over n | o shows |
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She came an took all that o | ld load down off that old blues m | an |
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He's over forty years o | ld now, nights would be so cold | now |
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If she hadn't h | ung around with that blues ma | n. |