Key: D
Introduction:
D
Early in the morning when the sun does rise
C G
Layin&rsquo in the bed with bloodshot eyes
D
Late in the evening when the sun sinks low
C G
That&rsquo s about the time my rooster crows
D
I got women up and down this creek
C G
And they keep me going and my engine clean
D
Run me ragged but I don&rsquo t fret
C G
Cause there ain&rsquo t been one slow me down none yet
D
Get me drinkin&rsquo that moonshine
C G
Get me higher than the grocery bill
D
Take my troubles to the high wall
C G
Throw &lsquo em in the river and get your fill
D
We been sniffin&rsquo that cocaine
C G
Ain&rsquo t nothin&rsquo better when the wind cuts cold
D
Lord it&rsquo s a mighty hard living
C G
But a damn good feelin&rsquo to run these roads
D
I got people try to tell me Red
C G
Keep this livin&rsquo and you&rsquo ll wind up dead
D
Cast your troubles on the lord of lords
C G
Wind up layin&rsquo on a coolin&rsquo board
D
But I got buddies up at White House Road
C G
And they keep me struttin&rsquo when my feet hang low
D
Rot gut whiskey gonna ease my pain
C G
And all this runnin&rsquo s gonna keep me sane
D
Get me drinkin&rsquo that moonshine
C G
Get me higher than the grocery bill
D
Take my troubles to the high wall
C G
Throw &lsquo em in the river and get your fill
D
We been sniffin&rsquo that cocaine
C G
Ain&rsquo t nothin&rsquo better when the wind cuts cold
D
Lord it&rsquo s a mighty hard living
C G
But a damn good feelin&rsquo to run these roads
C G
It&rsquo s a damn good feelin&rsquo to run these roads
D
When you lay me in the cold hard clay
C G
Won&rsquo t you sing them hymns while the banjo plays
D
Tell them ladies that they ought not frown
C G D
Cause there ain&rsquo t been nothing ever held me down
G
Lawman, women, or a shallow grave
G
Same old blues, just a different day
D
Get me drinkin&rsquo that moonshine
C G
Get me higher than the grocery bill
D
Take my troubles to the high wall
C G
Throw &lsquo em in the river and get your fill
D
We been sniffin&rsquo that cocaine
C G
Ain&rsquo t nothin&rsquo better when the wind cuts cold
D
Lord it&rsquo s a mighty hard living
C G D
But a damn good feelin&rsquo to run these roads
C G D
It&rsquo s a damn good feelin&rsquo to run these roads
C G D
It&rsquo s a damn good feelin&rsquo to run these roads