Tono: D
Introducción: D
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Girl, you've never known no one like me
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Up there in your high society
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They might tell you I'm no good
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Girl they need to understand, just who I am
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I may be a real bad boy
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But baby I'm a real good man
I may drink too much and play too loud
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I might have a reckless streak
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At least a country mile wide
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If you're gonna run with me
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It's gonna be a wild ride
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When it comes to lovin' you
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I've got velvet hands
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I'll show you how a real bad boy
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Can be a real good man
I'll take all the good times I can get
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(The Ride)
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I was thumbin' back from Montgomery
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with a guitar on my back
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When a stranger pulled up beside me in an antique Cadillac.
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Well, he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow eyed
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Said its a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son.
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Well I climbed up in the front seat, and he turned on the radio
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and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold.
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Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me for a light.
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And knew there was somethin' strange about this ride.
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He said, Drifter can you make folks cry when you play and sang.
Have you pay your dues, can you moan the blues
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Can you bend them guitar strangs.
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He said, Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside,
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Cause if your big star bound let me warn you its a long hard ride.
Well, he cried just south of Nashville, and he turned that car around.