Tom: A
Introdução: A
A
Well sweet baby's pappy said that he would rather see me dead
D
Than to watch his lovely daughter cry alone
D
And a sheriff with a gun didn&rsquo t like my kinda fun
B E
Politely told me I should move along
A
So here I go again in an outlaw country band
D
Singing songs with a guitar crossed my shoulder
A
Running from the law and a done wrong womans call
E A
Gettin high gettin by and gettin older
E D A
Mothers don&rsquo t let your babies grow to be like me
E A
Make em put that old guitar away
E
It&rsquo ll only make their fingers sore, send em out from bar to bar
A
Lookin for a honky tonk to play-hey
A
Well there&rsquo s music and there&rsquo s smoke and there's whiskey and there's jokes
D
And the ladies spin your head right off your shoulder
A
You're trying to stay just one step ahead of all you&rsquo ve done
E A
Gettin high gettin by and getting older
E D A
Mothers don&rsquo t let your babies grow to be like me
E A
Make em put that old guitar away
E
It&rsquo ll only make their fingers sore, send em out from bar to bar
A
Lookin for a honky tonk to play-hey
A
Well there&rsquo s music and there&rsquo s smoke and there's whiskey and there's jokes
D
And the ladies spin your head right off your shoulder
A
You're trying to stay just one step ahead of all you&rsquo ve done
E A
Gettin high gettin by and getting older
E D A
Mothers don&rsquo t let your babies grow to be like me
E A
Make em put that old guitar away
E
It&rsquo ll only make their fingers sore, send em out from bar to bar
A
Lookin for a honky tonk to play-hey
A
Well there&rsquo s music and there&rsquo s smoke...