Intro: D C G D Lace your shoes with country blues, ramble down that old dusty road. Verse 1: D C G D Take your money down into town gonna get rich in the game D C G D You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room to complain Chorus: D G D Cause the pot can't call the kettle black, A D cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track G D You can't feel nothing but your life flying by A G You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
Verse 2: D C G D Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on down to me D C G D None of the girls are pretty as Ginny, but I like some that I see Chorus: D G D Cause the pot can't call the kettle black, A D cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track G D You can't feel nothing but your life flying by A G You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind Verse 3: D C G D The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like you better that way D C G D So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word that you say Chorus: D G D Cause the pot can't call the kettle black, A D cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track G D You can't feel nothing but your life flying by A G You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind Outro: D C G D
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