🎸 Verse : E Well I guess I over did it Why can't I learn to quit it There must be something bred in my bones A I heard them stories ‘bout my grandpappy G E Getting down and rolling till dawn E Way down in Alabama just south of Tallahatta The fellas hate to hear my name A Cause all their pretty girlfriends G E Shun them Lord and leave me to blame E Well it's a mean scene man you never seen nothing Like it and I ain't the kind to stretch out the truth A Every time I head south son G I always come back missing a tooth
B D Hey if work won't pay the first dime A E Might as well sell a hook line B D Y'all it ain't my fault I'm just A E A sucker for a good time E She was dressed in Dolce Vita Alone sippin’ tequilla Breathtakingly gorgeous in pearl A A Eufaula temptress and G E Soon to be my company girl E Well the band was slowly swinging when Jessica Came to me asked, "when you think you gonna save me a dance " A In her eyes I sensed madness and G E whispered“Honey here's your last chance” E She was a lap cat man I never had nothing like her And I ain't the kind to scratch out a lie A While she was getting even G I was getting close to goodbye B D Hey if work won’t pay the first dime A E Might as well sell a hook line B D Y’all it ain’t my fault I’m just A E A sucker for a good time Solo 4X E D G D C D A G E I was on my way out the back when something Caught me like a stack of cinder blocks 'cross the jaw A Overhead was a jealous red G E Corn-fed and ready to brawl E When I finally found my feet I turned to him the other cheek said Mister take it if you want cause I'm owed it A G But just know I didn't know she had herself E A sho‘nuff one and only A man won't go where he ain't wanted bro B D Hey if work won’t pay the first dime A E Might as well sell a hook line B D Y’all it ain’t my fault I’m just A E A sucker for a good time B D Hey if work won’t pay the first dime A E Might as well sell a hook line B D Y’all it ain’t my fault I’m just A E A sucker for a good time
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