Tom: A
Introdução: A5 A5 A A
A
I don't give a damn what people think
D
I'm gonna smoke my smoke
A
I'm gonna drink my drink
A
Daddy taught me how to raise hell
D
From a crib out in West Texas
A
To the Ector county jail
E
I've paid my dues, I did my time
D E A
And I've never been one to walk the line
A
I fly that Dixie flag high in my yard
D
I spent half my paycheck
A
Playin' in the local bars
A
Everything I do, do all wrong
D
But that's okay, it helps me write
A
These outlaw country songs
E
Who said raisin' hell was such a crime?
D E A
I've never been one to walk the line
D A
I've never been one to walk the line
D A
Never been good, but I still try
D C
All these southern belles, they blow my mind
A E
They're all so fine
D
They're all so fine, Lord
E C A
I've never been one to walk the line
A D
A D
Am A E D E
A
A
All my rowdy friends are havin' fun
D
But all these honeys runnin' round
A
I'm bound to a look at one
A
I hope you don't get mad if I get wood
D
I try not to be bad, sweetheart
Am A
And do the things I should
E
But my way of life gets me in a bind
D E A
And I've never been one to walk the line
D A
I've never been one to walk the line
D A
Never been good, but I still try
A
All these southern belles, they blow my mind
E
They're all so fine
D
They're all so fine, Lord
D A D A
I've never been one to walk the line
D A D A D A