Chords with lyrics
♫ Verse 1:
A
I was cranking up the George Jones super hits
D
Having a cigarette and thinking I’d quit
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When this kid rolls up and says my rides a bucket of shit
D
I said son, and I call you son cause I know your mother so well
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I don’t race anymore
I’m retired so you can go to hell
Well he lit up his engine it sounded like a beast
D
And ahead of us was nothing but empty street
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I caught a whiff of the glory days coming from the back seat
Well
I’m a gambling man and a had a little stash
D E
So I asked this kid if he wanted to race for cash so I finished
A
my whisky and took my shades of the dash
♫ Chorus:
A D
I’m a lead foot whisky drinking outlaw
E
I’ve seen it all and I’m hell bent
A
Bringing it home mama
D E
I’m a low rent honky-tonking slow draw pedal stomping road
A
dog digging a hole again
♫ Verse 2:
A
Well
I took deep breath and I closed my eyes
D
It had been awhile since I felt this high
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That’s when I heard them sirens and saw them flashing lights
Yeah, the law had never been a friend of mine
D
and there were bars I didn’t want to be behind
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So I lit up my tires and tried to smoke that copper blind
Yeah, instead of weighing the pros and cons
D
I laid a patch of black lawn
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with George Jones smack dab in the middle of a drinking song
I turned down an alley stepped on the gas
D
knocked down some garbage cans filled with trash
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And a little black squirrel, very nearly got its skull smashed
♫ Chorus:
A D
I’m a lead foot whisky drinking outlaw
E
I’ve seen it all and I’m hell bent
A
Bringing it home mama
D E
I’m a low rent honky-tonking slow draw pedal stomping road
A
dog digging a hole again
♫ Solo:
A D E A
♫ Verse 3:
A
I thought I lost him
D
I thought he didn’t know the neighborhood
And it costed him
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but he T-boned me out of nowhere I lost consciousness
D
When I came to all I could see was a psychedelic red and blue
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I had handcuffs on and I knew I was through
I guess it could have been worse I thought
D
I could have hit that squirrel or got myself shot
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so I prayed for a quick release and a glass of Scotch
I threw down my chips and I lost
D
and I’m about to find out what that costs
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So you better go and make that Scotch a bottle boss
♫ Chorus:
A D
I’m a lead foot whisky drinking outlaw
E
I’ve seen it all and I’m hell bent
A
Bringing it home mama
D E
I’m a low rent honky-tonking slow draw pedal stomping road
A
dog digging a hole again
♫ Outro:
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Yeah I'm a road dog digging a hole again
